All Blues

by Marie Wathen

  This morning, I received a message from Max complicating our secretive project even more. Apparently, an assassination attempt is in the works for Breesan. I don’t understand her connection to Dr. A and Ryske, or why anyone would want her dead, but we have orders to protect the girl above all else. According to Max, she is the sole heir to a fortune and a potential target of the mad drug lord. I am as confused as ever by his fucking riddles.

  “Do you want to talk with him? See if he’ll confess,” I ask Sam.

  Shaking her head, she says, “I’ll keep an eye on him. But, thanks.” She smiles at me, and then directs her attention back to the club. “Can’t see them anymore, so let’s just go home.”

  “Anything you want,” I say, pulling out on the highway. After a few minutes of silence, I tell her, “Jude called this morning and said that he and the gang will come see us before school starts.”

  “Oh, good, I miss them.” She twists her body, so that she’s facing me, and tucks her legs under her ass. “Did he say how Indie’s handling the move?”

  “You worry too much.” Smiling, I wink at her. “My sister is a lot tougher than she lets on. But to answer your question, he said that she has looked into enrolling at the university. She even asked about getting her own apartment. I was shocked and made him clarify that we were still talking about Indie and not Oakley.” We both laugh. “His words to me were ‘the little caterpillar is cracking open her cocoon and trying to spread her wings.’ I hate them being so far away, but until all of this bullshit is behind us we aren’t left with many options.”

  “I know you’ve been losing sleep.” She reaches for my right hand and laces our fingers together. “This case sucks because it’s so damn personal.”

  “Yeah, my last one was too, but this one is a hell of a lot more important. I’m no longer fueled by settling scores. I just need to protect them.” She nods. I release her hand to turn the steering wheel, driving up to the gate stationed in front of our house. “Attacus purchased a place near them and will be dropping in as frequently as he can. Knowing that he is close by settles down most of my trepidation.”

  She hums. “You need something to distract you from all of these negative thoughts.”

  We hop out of the car together and go inside. She reaches for my hand, tugging me up the stairs toward our room. Once behind closed doors, she picks up the remote to the stereo and hits play. The familiar tune, November Rain, begins filling the large space. I smile as she roughly pushes me down on the bed and watch on perched elbows as she slowly strips off all of her clothes. Her bare foot comes up, pressing on the mattress between my legs. Her hands slide up from her foot to her thigh, one continuing its journey up to her breast, the other delving between her slit.

  “Please fucking tell me that I can kiss you, doll? I need to…please…right now.”

  “You can do anything that you want to me,” she smiles, pushing a finger inside her hot entrance, “As soon as you are naked.”

  Lifting her foot away, I push her back a few steps while I withdraw her finger from her pussy. I take the digit into my mouth and suck, making her shiver with desire. “Get on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed.” She arches an eyebrow, challengingly. Flashing a wolfish grin, I say seductively, “Obey me, wife.”

  She hums her approval as she climbs up the bed, stretching out her lithe body while peering over her shoulder, looking all kittenish and sexy as fuck. My cock jumps with need.

  “I need…” she moans sensually, swaying her hips from side to side.

  “Oh, you’re gonna get it too,” I promise, depositing my boxer briefs on top of my pile of discarded clothes. I leap onto the bed, shift her back to perch on her backside and then press my back against the headboard. Taking my erection into my hand, I fist it and stroke slowly.

  “Don’t be selfish,” she teases.

  “You need this?”

  A devilish gleam flashes in her beautiful grey eyes. “No, I don’t need it. I want it. I want you so damn bad that I might burst into flames if you don’t quench my desire soon.” She crawls up the bed, and straddles my lap. Her wetness touches the head of my dick and we moan together. I slip my hand from my hard-on and press it between her thighs. The middle finger enters her, finding her soaking wet for me. I move it in and out, stoking her need slowly. She throws her back with a wild growl. “Fuck yes.”

  “Make love to me, my angel,” I whisper, thrusting my free hand into her thick hair and bringing her mouth to mine. She starts out pressing roughly against my lips and then backs off a little when my finger sketches slow circles over her clit. Breathing across her bottom lip, I whisper, “Make slow, sweet love to me, and let me look into your beautiful eyes when you come apart.”

  “Always,” she promises as she pushes her slick heat down over the head of my dick. “So good. It always feels so damn good with you, Blues.” She presses down, accepting me inch by inch, her tight channel spreading and moistening. When she finally has me balls deep, I flip her onto her back. “Game changer?” she jokes, smiling up at me with sparkling eyes, highlighted by a beam of moonlight streaking across her face. So damn beautiful. “I do love when you take control of everything.”

  I kiss her softly. “You have no idea exactly how much you have changed everything for me, Angel.” Resting on my elbows, I move my hips, drawing out slowly and then thrusting in at the same casual pace. “My love, I have never needed, or wanted anything more than you. Except maybe… above all that, I hope what we have lasts forever.”

  In a world filled with bad, I found goodness and love when I found her, which apparently someone believes that I actually deserve.

  The End

  Ah…I really love Blues. Angel and the sex-god’s love story is just so amazing. I am in awe of what developed between these two broken souls who somehow found each other in this hellish world. I hope you love him too, and will consider leaving a review on Amazon or Goodreads.

  Want more??? You’ve read Blues’ story, now get Sam’s side of this epic love story. Warning: do not expect her version to be exactly the way that he remembers it!!!

  Here’s the link for All This Time (Book #2.5, All series/Sam) http://tinyurl.com/odsatlf and continue reading for an excerpt from All This Time.

  About the Author

  New Adult Author of the All Series, Marie Wathen is a wife, mother of two and a Lola of four (her version of grandmother). When she isn’t writing, her other career is on the nightshift. Marie is a fourteen year veteran dispatcher at her local Sheriff’s Office. The SO is where she met her husband Barry, patrolman. Born and currently living in Central Alabama, she enjoys a serene life in the country, but lives for the excitement of traveling to large cities.

  Besides writing, some of Marie’s other passions include reading, traveling, and family time that includes southern home-cooking and Italian feasts. Although Marie has been a storyteller her entire life, Be All is her first publication. Marie’s genre includes, but is not limited to, Romantic Suspense. She is currently collaborating on a Romantic Paranormal Thriller that will release in 2015. Also, look for No Details, a short story in the Novel Grounds Anthology, All Our Love.

  Marie loves connecting with readers who enjoy her books.

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  Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7075309.Marie_Wathen

  Also available:

  The All series:

  Be All (Book #1, All series/Breesan) http://tinyurl.com/prkd995

  All Is Lost (Book #2, All series/Breesan) http://tinyurl.com/qjpwhd8

  Worth It All (Book #3, All series/Breesan) http://tinyurl.com/l9hm8ol


  Coming soon:

  Risking All (Book #4, All series/Breesan) Releasing soon (No date set)

  My All (Book #5, All series/Anna) Releasing 2015

  All We Are (Book #6, All series/Waverly) Releasing 2015

  The Only Exception Novels:

  No Details Releasing 2015

  No Nothing Releasing 2015

  No Mores Releasing 2015

  Signed copies can be ordered just by sending an email to mariedwathen@gmail.com. Each book is $10.00 plus shipping. I accept Paypal

  Acknowledgments

  This book wouldn’t have been possible without the support of certain individuals, and it never would have made it to publication without some special people reading it, giving me invaluable advice and great encouragement.

  For everything, my gratitude to the following:

  Readers, I am forever grateful that you give my books a chance. Look for me at future signs in a city near you.

  Barry, Kayla, Kaitie, and the Kyles: Thank you all for dealing with my insanity and not giving me too much hell about it. I’m so thankful to have you all and my g’babies in my life. I love you Forover (inside joke), more than all the words, and having your support trumps everything <3

  Auderia DeStafino, aka LOVE! My dear, sweet friend, bless you for tolerating me! This wild ride just keeps getting better and better. Don’t know when it switched to the crazy train, but I have a feeling that it will be fun no matter where we end up. We always have the best time together. Thank you for keeping me sane, for loving it, for dealing with me, for coffee time, for great ideas, for blog takeover, for traveling because of my books and for being an amazing friend. I love you always! And to Devan Rhayne, you are still the coolest!

  My big, loud Italian family: Thank you DeStafinos for all the special moments and stories that will live on in my heart. I’m so glad that we’re together again. I’ve missed you all.

  MY BETAS! Heather Terranova Armstrong, Laura Barcenas, Venture Cecena, Merilyn Dignum, Rebecca Gegenheimer, Angela Pratt, Emily Sorby, Terri Sullivan. Thank you for tolerating the grammar (which is getting better, but still needs your sharp eye), embarrassing spelling mistakes (Eff you WORD.doc for missing those bitches), the pain in the ass revisions (even though you say you don’t mind, I know it would drive me nuts), letting me harass you with tons of questions and giving me the guts to publish yet another book. Your friendship is priceless <3 Best Damn Betas Eva!

  MY STREET TEAM! Marie’s Willow Island Mafia <3 I am so blessed to have such a motivated group of ladies, who love this series enough to pimp it at every opportunity. With your excitement, the world is sure to know all about the sexy men of Willow Island. I love you, Mafia babes. A special thank you to my Mafia Mama, Rebecca Gegenheimer, for heading up this endeavor! You are the best!

  My Kick Ass Pimpsistas! A.K.A Bloggers: If you’re pimping me and hosting giveaways for my goodies, please let me know. I love giving shit away and pimps gotta get theirs, too. I cannot tell you enough times how important you all are to me – it’s just so much more than two little words like Thank you can cover. Without you supporting and sharing, I would still be talking to myself on a lonely Facebook page. You all have my highest respect and eternal friendship. I thank you! xo

  My editor and proofreader: ERM Editing and Doug Carden, thank you for doing an amazing job, and for not skipping over the dirty scenes.

  Eric Battershell and Joshua Brown: Thank you for the most dramatic and beautiful photo, which turns out is perfect for my character’s storyline. It was such an amazing experience working with such professional men. I hope that we get the chance to work together again.

  My cover artist: Sara Sprinklepants with Sprinkles on Top Designs, thank you for the perfect book cover. (Thank you, Angela for gifting me this cover package).

  So many Indie Authors inspire me daily through the interwebs that I can’t name each of you, but if we’ve ever had a conversation you should count yourself in this form of appreciation. I do this because you did it first and because of your words, both written and encouraging. Rachel Higginson, again I thank you for inspiring my writing with the Star Crossed series–it alone launched Breesan’s story.

  To all the Facebook & Twitter friends, thank you for liking, tweeting, commenting, sharing, encouraging, buying and loving the ALL series, and then begging for more adventures on Willow Island. I am beyond blessed because of our relationships. I adore you all. I read, laugh and sometimes cry reading each of your Amazon and Goodreads reviews. Bless you for taking time out of your busy lives to honor me.

  Thank you especially to my God for this life, these and all the other unmentioned characters and storylines, both real and fictional that you created and brought into my life.

  Excerpt from All This Time (Sam’s story)

  Prologue

  I say goodbye.

  Turning around, I walk away from a future with the man I love. I fade away into an angry mob yelling for justice and forcibly guiding me toward the perimeter of the hospital property. These people are hungry for someone to crucify. My heart breaks with the crush of reality and everything I’ve experienced in the last forty-eight hours. Somehow managing to bury my internal meltdown, I steal one last glance over my shoulder. The news crews flash their camera lens toward the front steps of the now empty emergency room. Canton City Chief of Police Jackson Summers and his new sergeant gather for an impromptu press conference. Echoing shouts of the chief’s name by the reporters, demanding his attention, are the only sounds I hear as I reach my car. A melancholy smile slowly spreads across my lips as I slip behind the steering wheel. I punch the gas pedal, heading west and within two hours I cross over the Alabama state line. After six more hours of driving south, I’m on a ferry crossing the Gulf of Mexico, heading back to my family home on Willow Island.

  I truly believe in fate, destiny and all the other descriptors that determine ones future. I even buy into the whole superstition of taking a bite from a fortune cookie before reading the tiny piece of wisdom tucked inside. The difference between those little scraps of hope and destiny is sometimes fate doesn’t hold up its end of the bargain and deliver everyone a fairytale ending. That is exactly what happened to me. I got a heavy dose of cruel happenstance. Destiny’s design has a hand in every detail that brings me back to Willow Island today. The course of events that leads me back are just as hopeful and tragic as I have learned to expect from this unpredictable journey we call life.

  After growing up in England most of my life, I thought I had a flawless plan laid out for my final destination–return back to the states to attend college, a fabulous career, maybe one day a husband, and oh good lord if I can bear the thought of children. Fortunately for me, I accomplished the first couple early on, but after the current events and a new job offer that I accepted a few hours ago, I adjust my travel plans and purpose, focusing on a course due south.

  Willow is where I was born, but I never expected to return for any reasons other than holidays or family gatherings. After graduating high school I accepted an academic scholarship at Jacksonville State University, in Alabama. Their criminal justice program is top notch and being able to attend without depending on my parents to fund it urged me to accept.

  JSU isn’t a mega-size campus like the other more popular, in-state schools, the University of Alabama or Auburn University, but after a campus tour I fell in love with everything about it and the quaint town in which it resides. It reminds me a lot of Willow, which is exactly what I needed. In the sweet little town everything is close and convenient to the campus and the southern U.S. college isn’t a stuffy old pretentious university like those back in England.

  I grew up with two younger brothers, twin brothers actually. Marcus and Morgan are two of my favorite people in this world and we are close. Well, I’m close with them. They are currently suffering through a separation brought on by some skank bitch, which Marcus dated, but Morgan ended up having an affair with.

  A floozy like the one they are fighti
ng over is exactly the type of conniving woman that proves my beliefs in only having men as friends. Women are catty bitches and I never wanted that jealousy shit in my life. Until college, I didn’t even have sleepovers with friends from high school. Unfortunately, campus life dictates communal living and the fact that I was attending on an academic scholarship I begrudgingly accepted my fate and a girl roommate.

  Sharing space and a few classes together, Kristie Daniels and I got to know each other on a very personal level. With Kris’ friendship, it didn’t take long for me to stop generalizing all women into the category of sister haters.

  I earned my four year degree in two years because I took summer, online, and every mini course that the school offered. I wasn’t trying to get away exactly. I just wanted to move on to the next phase of my life. Starting when I was a little girl, becoming a police officer was my life’s dream. I remember sitting on my Gran’s lap watching her favorite television show and there was a woman police officer on who was a total bad ass. She did this swinging leg, high-kick move disabling a bad guy and saving some people during a bank robbery. I was in complete awe of her skills and instantly inspired to help others. Plus, Gran told me that I could do anything that I wanted.

  My family owns a private business which my grandfather Mac Walker has guided to the top of Forbes Fortune Five Hundred. Granddad set up positions for his sons, my father Barret Walker, and my uncle Beck Walker, after he provided them with the means to earn their graduate’s degree from Stanford. He has thoughts of grandeur and hopes of a distinguished legacy which includes his grandchildren following the same path.