June 9, 2014 – Books A to Z

Book Title: Anything
Author: Jeri Williams
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 4, 2014
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Dacey and her family just went through having “Everything” in their life change. After the death of her parents, the rest of the family seems to working on moving forward. Her younger sister, Aria, is moving forward and is happy in a relationship. Her ex-boyfriend is clearly moving on, and even her crazy Aunt has started a new chapter in her life. She knew her life was beyond perfect, she thought she had seen the worst of it. Now with a wedding to plan, her distant bestie and trying to forget about how broken she really is Dacey is trying to start her own new chapter…. But fear, ex-boyfriends and malicious uncles keep getting in her way. She thought she could handle it all. And then there’s Justin who has made it very clear that he wants to be more to her than just a friend, but is Dacey ready for that? Can “Anything” go right for Dacey? Ever?

I just wanted to get inside and forget about all of them but my mouth started spilling words before my brain had a chance to tell it to shut the hell up.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I keep allowing myself to be bothered by him. Part of me still pines for him, hoping that he will see how miserable we are without each other and take me back. And the other part says fuck him, I don’t need him. I have this perfectly hot man in my life now that I know I could really fall in.. I mean, we have a great friendship from all of this and if this thing with Trevor had never happened you wouldn’t be in my life so I should really be thinking him or at the very least sending him a fruit cak..”

Justin’s mouth came crashing down on mine making my ramble crumble and die on my lips. I hadn’t been kissed in a really, really long time so it might have taken me a minute to realize that I was actually being kissed. No, not kissed, consumed. His lips were smooth and softer than I thought they would be as he pressed harder against my mouth, I have no idea what overcame me but I didn’t push him away. Nope, my insane side welcomed it by pulling him closer and moving my mouth fervently against his as he hands came up to cup the side of my face, locking me in place. I couldn’t move if I wanted to and with the way he was kissing me, I didn’t want to move. Ever.

He applied just the smallest amount of pressure causing me to open like a flower and he wasted no time in slipping his tongue inside to have a slow dance with mine. His tongue caressed mine at the same time as he was sucking on it gently then back to caressing it. Caress then suck, it was a combination I was not used to but instantly became addicted to. You know that movie about the girl who had never been kissed, this was that never been kissed kiss. This kiss was habit forming the thing of addictions and AA meetings. This kiss was everything.

With a final tug on my bottom lip, it ended and was left with a feeling in a state of undescribed bliss.

“Another talent, calming down crazy rambling women. You should see me in hostage negotiations.” He smirked showing one of his dimples. I was at a loss for words, dumfounded. The dumb had found me. I know that we just crossed some sort of line but I couldn’t translate that to my lips.

He leant in a kissed the corner of my mouth before making the other dimple appear in full on smile.

“Relax Bell, we’re still friends, nothing has changed. I just wanted to shut you up. I’ll call you later.” And with that he hopped in his car and drove away, leaving me still standing there probably catching flies with my mouth open, wondering what the hell just happened.

What the hell did he mean nothing has changed? Umm, hello, everything had just changed. At least to me.

Jeri Williams lives a super fabulous lifestyle (by fabulous, she mean’s kinda lame) in the hot Florida sun and loves reading of any kind (except instruction manuals and cereal boxes). She has always written stories and made her family listen to them since she was young, although this is her first book she has ever published. She is a mom of an up-and-coming Jerry Seinfeld (in girl form) and also enjoys being right and knowing everything, although she is hardly ever right and really doesn’t know anything and is obsessed with inventing miniature zoo animals you can carry around in your pocket (although not really).

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Mike Jameson’s world came crashing down around him and he has refused to let anyone else in since. Running through the daily motions of life he keeps himself busy, whether it was being the drummer for The Nation’s Capital, working on vehicles, or being a paramedic. His one goal in life has been to save lives, but he has no idea that it’s his life that needs saving.

Sheridan Nichols makes an unexpected appearance in Brown County on her way out of the nightmare she was living. One fateful night, she is hit by a drunk driver and left injured and stuck in a strange town now without a car. Mike steps up to the plate and volunteers to let her stay at his house, and in the process, volunteers his heart as well.

Friendships form and chemistry ignites and after one passionate night Mike thought things between the two of them were about to change. But Sheridan hides a secret, one which is ultimately a game-changer. When her past catches up with her, will she have to rely on herself or will explanations and apologies be enough to salvage things? In the end, will they discover that by being together they save each other’s life?

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“Oh my God!” talk about a delayed reaction, you would think my spidey senses would be on hyper alert after my past situations, but I felt so safe with Mike. How could I be so stupid?

I’m sure I had a horrified expression on my face, because Mike pushed himself off the counter and began advancing on me.

“What’s wrong, Sheridan? Is it your foot?” He genuinely sounded concerned, which was a pleasant change from him being a pompous asshole.

“Well, my foot is aching, but I’ve dealt with much worse. I just realized why you are being such a fucking douche to me!”

His brows pierced together as if he were challenging me to confront him.

“You are going to murder me in my sleep!” His jaw dropped open and he looked like he had a million and one things to say, but it seemed as if I had stunned him speechless. I continued on, placing a hand on my hip. “No, seriously, that’s why you were so adamant about me coming with you.”

Finally, he seemed to come unglued as he threw his head back and let out a barreling laugh that came from deep within his gut.

Seeing him release such a hearty belly laugh at my concern should have royally pissed me off, but instead it did the complete opposite, it turned me on. A rush of wetness flooded from my core, instantly soaking my panties.

It had been so long since a man had invoked such a positive and sexual reaction from me.

I had to tamp down my lust and remember that he was a cocky jerk and things would be just dandy.

“You actually think that I brought you here to kill you in your sleep? Chop you up into tiny little pieces and shove you down my garbage disposal? You are delusional, maybe your concussion is affecting you more than you initially thought.”

My hand was still placed on my hip while my other was balled tightly into a fist and I tapped my good foot mercilessly on the floor. He technically hadn’t answered me and I wasn’t going to stand down until I was thoroughly convinced. His explanation seemed a little too well thought out if it was just a spur of the moment.

“That’s not the reason I brought you here, Sheridan. And besides, my house doesn’t even have a garbage disposal, which, therefore, makes my plan void.” He shrugged as if I was the absurd one.

I relaxed just a fraction, but that didn’t answer my question of why. “Then why did you volunteer to bring me here?” I crossed my arms in front of my chest, which showcased a white bandage taped on my forearm, covering the biggest abrasion from the flying shards of glass.

He came a beat closer, quickly closing in the bit of distance between us. I instinctively took a step back, trying to widen that gap. I couldn’t risk him getting closer to me, if I were to get a better whiff of his spicy scent, I would sure be a goner, and I needed to stand my ground.

“Sweetheart, I haven’t a clue, but when you’ve hatched another ridiculous theory, be sure to fill me in.” He said in a low, cocky and condescending tone.

I really thought he liked provoking me. He wanted to see fire, well he was about to get a taste of his own rudeness and go up in flames.

“The name is Sheridan, not sweetheart. I’m not now, nor will I ever be your sweetheart. Now, please do me a solid and point me in the direction of my room for the night. I’ll be out of your way first thing in the morning.” I may have looked strong on the outside, but on the inside I was shaking like a flimsy leaf getting ready to be blown into the wind. I would never be able to hold my own in a fight, it was too scary and intimidating. No wonder why I always submitted to Pate… Stop thinking about him.

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I am a wife, mother of two beautiful girlies, an avid reader, and a new Romance and New Adult author.

I was born and raised in Southern Indiana, but resided in Texas for five years while my husband was in the US Army. It was definitely a journey, but I am so glad to be back in my home state.

Whenever I’m not doing my motherly duties or at the soccer field I absolutely love to read whenever I have a moment to spare. My kindle is never far from my side.

My love of reading increased about a year ago and due to my love of books I decided to try my hand at writing. Already having a set of characters screaming to get out, my story took over and came to life.