Taking our time, we unpacked, showered, and made love. I could feel the tension seep right out of Weston’s pores when he released inside of me, words of love spilling from his lips.
While I lay there catching my breath, a Mia blanket over my man, I felt Wes lift my left hand, bring it to his lips, and kiss each finger. Then the sneaky bastard slid something weighted over my bare ring finger.
“When are we going to get married?” he asked out of the blue. We were both naked, had just had some intensely pleasurable, drowsy after-travel-sex, and I lay limp on top of his chest. I’d ridden him for all I was worth and would likely have the finger print marks on each hip to prove it.
I blinked and pushed my hair out of my face, setting one hand on top of the other over his heart. I liked feeling his heart beat under me. Reinstated the fact that he was alive, his heart was pumping, and it belonged to me.
“Is that a proposal?” I smirked.
His eyes narrowed, and he tipped his chin toward my hand. I looked down at the band of diamonds sparkling back at me.
“We’ve already discussed this.” He added, “You know that you’re never getting asked. You don’t have the option to decline.” His words were firm, and unrelenting.
Pushing up, I sat naked on top of him and focused all my attention on the most exquisite ring I’d ever seen adorning my finger. It was a single band of diamonds all the way around. It wasn’t ostentatious like most engagement rings. No, this one was simple yet sparkly. A hundred twinkly diamonds filled the inside of a band that wrapped all the way around my finger. It wouldn’t get caught on anything. I could still ride Suzi without worrying about my riding gloves…it was simply perfect.
Tears filled my eyes. “So you’re really not going to ask me?” I choked back a little sob while staring at what was obviously an engagement ring.
He sat up, looped an around my back, pushed into his heels, and propelled us backwards until he was sitting up against the headboard.
He tunneled his fingers into the back of my hair, keeping my face level with his. “Do you really need me to ask?” His eyes were a brilliant green as he forced me to look him in the eye.
“Need, no. Want…kind of.” I admitted while water leaked from my eyes.
Wes signed and rubbed our foreheads together. “Don’t make me regret this,” he whispered, his own voice shaking with the unspoken emotion. “Mia, my love, my life. Will you marry me?”
I looked into his eyes and could see how worried he truly was that I would say no. Not in a million flippin’ years would I deny sealing this man to me for eternity. “Instead of another ring, can I have another motorcycle?”
Wes blinked, tipped his head back, and laughed.
I kissed his chest as he lost it, pecking and nipping my way up his neck and to his ear. “Yes, baby. I’ll marry you.”
His arms got really tight around me. “I’m going to make you so happy.”
I looked him dead in the face. “Then you are getting me a new motorcycle?” I responded hopefully.
He shook his head and kissed me. He kissed me over and over until my mouth was so bruised I could barely feel his lips pressed to mine.
“When?” he growled into my ear moving his way down to my bare breasts. Looked like round two was commencing now.
“Um…next year?” I answered, gripping his head to my breast as he latched onto one erect peak.
“Mmm. Okay, January first it is.”
He plucked my other nipple and sucked hard on the first. “Oh, yeah.” I moaned. “Wait…what?”
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Continued in November Calendar Girl. Available now for purchase
Also by Audrey Carlan
The Falling Series
Angel Falling
London Falling
Justice Falling
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The Trinity Trilogy
Body (Book 1)
Mind (Book 2)
Soul (Book 3)
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The Calendar Girl Series
(New installments will be released every month throughout 2015)
January (Book 1)
February (Book 2)
March (Book 3)
April (Book 4)
May (Book 5)
June (Book 6)
July (Book 7)
August (Book 8)
September (Book 9)
October (Book 10)
November (Book 11)
December (Book 12)
Acknowledgments
To my editor Ekatarina Sayanova with Red Quill Editing, LLC…I wish I’d met you at the beginning of my journey in this writing world. Then again, perhaps not, because experiencing a variety of edits has taught me what I love and how special you are. You make me excited to read every edit when I used to want to curl up in a ball and die when I’d get edits back. Thank you. (www.redquillediting.net)
To my extraordinarily talented personal assistant, Heather White (aka The Goddess), you lift me up when I’m down, provide my misery company, get angry on my behalf if I feel slighted, as well as celebrate every achievement no matter how small. Thank you for locking arms and walking by my side as I fumble through. Love you, girl.
Any author knows they aren’t worth their weight unless their story is backed by badass betas. I have the best!
Jeananna Goodall—I love how you see what I write as if the characters are living breathing entities. It gives me hope that others will connect with my books the way you have. Thank you for cheering me along the way. BESOS.
Ginelle Blanch—It’s a little surprising that after sixteen titles you still find the same errors over and over again. You’d think I would have learned by now? At least I’ve got you to keep me looking good. I adore you and your commitment to my life’s work. You’re lovely and always will be.
Anita Shofner—I sure hope you enjoyed your character namesake. It’s the least I could do after all these betas you’ve given me. Thank you, dearheart, for being there for me, taking the time out of your life to give your knowledge, and make my story sparkle. #madlove
Christine Benoit—My French would absolutely suck if it weren’t for you. To date, I haven’t had one person who speaks French complain that my phrases were incorrect, and that’s because of you girlie! Thank you so much for being willing to jump in and guest beta when needed. You rock!
Thank you to the ladies at Give Me Books and Kylie McDermott for spreading this book far and wide into the virtual social world!
Gotta thank my super awesome, fantabulous publisher, Waterhouse Press. I secretly love when the team reads these and I get crazy emails asking what’s going to happen next! Makes my freaking month! Thank you for being the non-traditional traditional publisher!
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To the Audrey Carlan Street Team of wicked hot Angels, together we change the world. One book at a time. BESOS-4-LIFE, lovely ladies.
About the Author
Audrey Carlan is a multiple times Amazon and Kobo bestselling author. She lives in the sunny California Valley two hours away from the city, the beach, the mountains and the precious…the vineyards. She has been married to the love of her life for over a decade and has two young children that live up to their title of “Monster Madness” on a daily basis. When she’s not writing wickedly hot romances, doing yoga, or sipping wine with her “soul sisters”, she can be found with her nose stuck in book or her Kindle. A hot, smutty, romantic book to be exact!
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Contents
Title Page
Calendar Girl: October
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
The End
Excerpt From October Calendar Girl #10
Also by Audrey Carlan
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Beginning
Afterword
Also by Audrey Carlan
Acknowledgments
Table of Contents
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