Tuesday Teaser – 03/11/15

Hi all,

Happy Tuesday! Well, it’s into November, the nights are drawing in and let’s face it, winter is def creeping up on us *sighs* Still, it’s a sunny Autumn day today so I though I’d share a wee teaser with you. I’ve been re-editing my military-themed short ‘A Chance at Love’ (and it’s not finished yet, so please excuse any mistakes) and I should have some news for you later this week on it ūüėČ In the meantime though, I’ll leave you with this snippet from Suzanne and Aidan. Hope you enjoy!

Suzanne sat up in bed screaming, her thin t-shirt plastered to her back with sweat and her heart pounding. For a moment she thought, thank God, just a dream, and then she remembered the day before. She tried to draw in a deep breath but her chest felt tight. She had the uncomfortable feeling she was verging on her first ever panic attack when there was a knock on her bedroom door. She gave a small shriek before remembering she’d asked Aidan to stay the night. Stupid! Do you think burglars usually knock?

“You okay?” The voice outside the door was low and sleep-filled. She felt a stab of guilt that she’d woken him.



She paused. It probably wasn’t a good idea, but she didn’t think she could cope with being on her own with her thoughts right now.¬†


He lightly pushed the door open and stood in the doorway dressed in just his boxers. Well, that was one kind of distraction, she thought, taking in the broad chest, defined abs, and muscular legs sprinkled with blond hair. He flushed under her gaze.

“Sorry,¬†I¬†should¬†have¬†got dressed.¬†I¬†was¬†worried,¬†I¬†heard¬†a¬†scream.”



She was about to shake her head when she realized her cheeks were wet. He took a corner of the cover and gently wiped her eyes with it.


He’d moved closer and she could feel the heat of his leg pressing against her side through the thin covers.


She felt a stab of panic – she didn’t want to be alone. In fact, she thought suddenly, eyeing up the tanned chest that was so close to her now, what she needed was a distraction. A really good distraction. A six foot, half naked, almost in her bed already, distraction. She reached out her hand and lightly stroked it over his chest, feeling him tense, the muscles clenching under her touch. She met his gaze, seeing desire warring with restraint. Well, one would have to go, she thought with a half smile.¬†

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