20 Days of Love, Kim...
It's our second day of 20 Days of Love, and a Fabulous Friday. What could be greater than that? We're celebrating by bringing you a tempting story of international love. Our friend, Kim Golden is sharing her novel, Maybe Tomorrow for your reading pleasure and its guaranteed to spice uo your weekend. Read on...
No such thing as love...
Eddy and Henrik don’t believe in love. At least, that’s what they keep telling themselves. They’ve been burned in the past, and neither wants to be that vulnerable again.
A summer fling...
That’s all it was ever supposed to be. So why can’t they stop thinking about one another? And for Eddy—who’s moving back to America in a few weeks—the worst thing that could happen would be to fall in love with the one man who could make her question her decision.
Out of his comfort zone…
Henrik never counted on trusting love again. He’s put all his energy into his career. So why does the thought of Eddy leaving Europe for good make him want to do everything in his power to make her want to stay…?
The day after...
I didn’t know how much of those schnapps I drank but...damn! It felt like an army of elephants was marching in my skull. I squeezed my eyes shut against the bright, unforgiving light and groaned. Shit... where was I? And then it all began flooding back into my brain. Last night... Mads’s cousin... us naked in the water and the way he kissed me... I think we reenacted that iconic From Here to Eternity scene...except...naked.
Oh, God. I fucked him.
I wasn’t supposed to do that. No more fucking, not until New York--that was my mantra, wasn’t it? No more hooking up with Scandinavian men and having to explain things ad nauseam—no matter how good-looking and tempting they were. They were off-limits.
I rolled over on my left side and bumped into something—someone—firm, warm, and definitely naked. I opened one eye and peeked. Definitely male. Double fuck. His back was turned to me, but I knew it was him... One of those Scandinavian summer showers had blown in from the Baltic Sea, taking us by surprise and rudely interrupting what had been the sort of naked frolicking that marked any Midsummer's Eve. We’d stumbled back to the house together, holding hands as the rain pelted us, our clothes bundled under our arms. Henrik had fumbled with the key to the patio door and then remembered he hadn’t bothered to lock it...and we’d shushed each other a little too loudly, trying to be conscientious of Laney, Mads, and Baby Liv sleeping...but from the moans coming out of their room, Mads and Laney weren’t sleeping either. Our clothes were probably still where we’d dropped them—in the hall—as we kissed and groped and tasted each other all over again.
If I was quiet, I could slip out of bed before he even noticed. We could pretend last night never happened. We could go back to being barely acquaintances. But he turned over and his arm landed on me, trapping me, and then pulled me closer to him. I tensed at first...but lying there, pressed against him felt so right. His lips brushed my forehead, and he murmured something in Danish. And then his hard on nudged my thigh, and all I could think of was how he’d throbbed inside of me, how I’d clung to him in the chilly water and moaned out loud with each thrust... and I wanted him all over again.
I was in trouble...
Kim Golden is a USA Today bestselling author of romantic fiction. Born and raised in the City of Brotherly Love, Kim left the US in 1995 and moved to Sweden for love with a capital L. When she isn't writing fiction featuring sexy Scandinavians, she writes copy for a Swedish cosmetics firm.
She writes stories for people who know that love comes in every color.
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