Yes, it’s just another day. And it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. And more.
From the Author
Thank you so much for taking the time to read OUTER CORE. If you enjoyed it, please consider leaving a review or recommending it to a friend. Thank you for your support!
Also, I more than love hearing from my readers, honestly, it’s the best part of the whole writing process. So, send me an email at: [email protected] or chat with me on Facebook.
Thank you for allowing me to share my stories with you, and I hope to be re-invited to your bookshelf with my next releases.
Sigal
Acknowledgments
THANK YOU to every single person out there who read the series! Thank you for reviewing, messaging, emailing, loving, liking, and spreading the word.
* Just between you and me, I’m playing with the idea of a spin-off book about Ian and Tash. So maybe this isn’t really the end of the Stark series period. . .
Big thank yous for those who helped, encouraged, and shared with me the fun experience of writing this book. Kiki, the most enormous thank you goes to you! Thank you for always willing to listen to my crazy stuff.
Sam, I’m incredibly grateful for your friendship and everything you are.
Nicole Hornbaker Langston, first and foremost, for getting me! For your great play with words, and making my writing beautiful. Reading your notes is almost as enjoyable as writing my stories.
Jenny, for always giving my work the last needed polish and perfect tweaks.
An excerpt from Leaving Me Behind
An inner debate starts between my head and the rest of my instigated body. Wake him up and beg for more vs. control myself. The verdict rendered is based on the logic of probably never having this opportunity ever again. Enjoy it while it lasts. In other words: have that candy, life’s too short.
Shutting the mental door on my manners, suppressing desires, mature behavior, and oh, self-respect, I slowly inch toward the bed. Contemplating how to approach the waking process, I decide to, ahem, return a favor, as they say. Slowly, I sit on the bed next to his handsome, serene self and reach ever so gently to remove the towel hugging his loins, allowing myself better access to wake him up. Having a fist full of the towel in my grip, with my head tilted toward my target, I hear a soft, embarrassingly petrifying chuckle. I’m not sure what occurs first, the eruption of flames that cover my face or the jump my eyes take to meet a very sexy, amused gaze. I must look like the girl caught with her hand about to violate the cookie jar. Oh Lord, the road to ultimate self-humiliation never ends.
The grin he sends me next, after I timidly smile at him, might have just disintegrated the stiches of my skimpy panties. His eyes turn to bore on me in tandem to his tongue playing with the edge of his front teeth. My heart starts to beat in double pace as the notion of what’s coming next registers. My lips gape and the center of my body burns as, with my eyes still glued to his, I slowly lean in toward him. Abruptly, he breaks our promising eyes connection to look out the window.
“Mierda!” He jolts to sit. “Shit, shit.” He jumps from the bed, his towel dropping to the floor, leaving him all bare and glorious before me. I try not to, but end up staring, of course. Who can really blame me? Some things were artfully crafted to be stared at.
“I’m going to miss my flight,” he murmurs, his fingers push through his hair as he looks around the room on edge. “Where are my clothes?” He finally addresses me, bringing me back from my momentary fixation on him. I shake my stalking off.
“Um, just a sec,” I say and head to get his clothes that are hung on the ropes on the back balcony. Not a second passes from the time he snatches the semi-wet pile from my hands till he starts shrugging them on, ridiculously hurried. Between buttoning his fly and shrugging on his shirt while almost losing his balance, he sends his thick metal watch a peep that results in a string of impressive swear words in Spanish. Something clicks in my head and I take a step back, fold my arms, and watch him. I have an urge to start clapping for the performance he is giving me. Best. Flitting-a-one-night-stand-excuse. Ever. The guy should quit his day job and pursue an acting career.
Buckling his belt, he finally lifts his mesmerizing dark eyes to acknowledge me. He takes a wide step to reach me, and before I realize what’s going on, his hand cups the back of my neck and pulls me into one hell of a kiss. I gasp, and his mouth presses harder. I get sunk into the kiss until his lips gently release me, his hand still holding my neck. His breath mixes with mine as he says, “I’ll be traveling on business for the next three days. I want to see you when I get back.” Another kiss and I watch the door as it closes after him.
Wow, he is good. He is really good. Not only has he managed to sneak away with no awkward, “Good-bye, hope to never see you again,” but he actually made it somehow look promising. Not to me, anyway – maybe it would have worked on some pathetic airhead. It’s not going to happen. He didn’t even bother to ask for my number. I roll my eyes; a smile laced with scorn forms on my lips as I head to rip the sheets he slept on off my bed and throw them in the washing machine. I can’t even cross this one off my bucket list because I couldn’t have even allowed myself to imagine what he just did to me in the shower or even to imagine just . . . him. Even if I tried hard, really hard . . . still a solid no.
And what the hell is a delivery boy doing going on a business trip anyway. God, what a player. But who really cares. I’ve started experiencing the goods this new country has to offer, which, after all, was the crux of my grand plan.
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About the Author
By teen age, Sigal already lived in three different continents where she was lucky enough to experience and visit varied places, meet unique people, which only helped fuel her overly developed imagination. Currently, Sigal calls Estonia home where she lives with her husband and three kids.
Not exactly sure where they will end up next …
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