A Love Neverending
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moment before. He stretched his body to its limits, straining to milk his climax. He plunged inside her with a final thrust.
Bliss.
For one excruciating, beautiful second, he was nothing but bliss. Even as it fell away, receding like an ocean wave, Clarissa spoke. “Jason? Could you…turn down the wattage a little?”
With a wry grin, Jason opened his eyes, knowing what he'd see. His body was glowing, light blazing from his skin. His wings spread wide behind him, filling the room with their softness. Clarissa sprawled beneath him, a satisfied grin on her face, her eyes moving back and forth as she looked over the wings, drinking in their beauty. “Very impressive,” she said, and Jason's grin widened.
She was something, this woman of his. And she was his. Because theirs was a love worth fighting for. A love worth dying for. Worth coming back for. A love neverending.
Rowan Larke
Rowan lives with her husband and four sons in a very small town in Ontario, Canada, next to a very large bookstore. She is horrific at blogging and adores Twitter. She’s an unabashed coffee addict.
She knows how to knit, crochet, cross-stitch, and sew, and can often be found doing one of those activities while watching hockey with her husband and kids. She’s a Leafs fan, for the record.
She has been writing since she was a child, and takes particular delight in writing stories she was told she couldn’t.
Document Outline
About this Title
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Rowan Larke