Come and Get Me

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Who ever said you can't have a honeymoon before and after your wedding?

The thought of her impending marriage is giving Sadie panic attacks. Hives. Nightmares. She loves her fiancé, Dylan, but the concept of happily ever after is suffocating her. She isn't ready to face the future, and worse, the sex could be better.

Panicking, she packs her bags in the middle of the night, and dares her sexually repressed lover to come and get her.

Dylan will be damned if he’s going to lose Sadie so easily. Leaving behind his inhibitions, he pursues her, a sexually hungry and desperate man prepared to do anything to seduce his woman, once and for all.

And so the game begins ...

 

 

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Excerpt

Shit. What did Dylan think he was doing?

Sadie paused, her hand in mid-air. The dinner fork shook and the shrimp dangled from the utensil, ready to fall off. Her breath hitched as a bead of sweat threatened to roll from her forehead and ruin her perfect makeup.

She stared at the shrimp. What now?

Did she eat it? Drop it? Throw it across the fancy restaurant?

If her eyes grew any wider, they'd pop right out of her head and fall on her plate. What the hell was Dylan thinking?

He had dropped to one knee and now rested his hand on her thigh, entreating her full attention. How she wanted to play dumb, to focus on her shrimp, anything besides Dylan.

Reaching in the breast pocket of his sport jacket, he revealed a small, black velvet box.

Oh. No.

Not here. Not now. Not in front of her parents.

Good grief! They'd barely been dating six months. It was too soon! Way too soon.

Hell, she'd just told him she loved him last month.

She wasn't ready for marriage!

Her gaze darted to her mother and father. Their tan, sun-wrinkled, ever-so-pleased gazes beamed at her. Of course they were happy. They'd been angling for a grandchild for two years now. Every guy she dated was a potential baby maker.

Sadie chalked it up to post maternal and paternal longing. The past fifteen years, they'd been so busy enjoying their millions from the Kansas state lottery, they hadn't the time for raising her. Now, the money had become boring. Their focus had shifted to wanting a grandkid to spoil. She'd never wished for a sister more.

God, of all the luck. Why did Dylan have to do this in front of them? He should know better. She had dinner with her parents once a week, and for the past two months, he'd escorted her to their restaurant of choice. By now, he was quite aware of the sticky situation she was in. The wily fox.

Dylan gave her a weak, lopsided smile that punctuated his damn adorable dimples. His dark, almost black eyes shone with love. Opening the box, he revealed a dazzling, downright huge, pink diamond. At least two carats.

"Marry me, Sadie?" he asked in a smooth, velvet voice, sounding sure of her answer.

A shiver coursed along her spine. In her mind, she imagined her backbone turning to Jello.

Dylan had never looked sexier. Bent on one knee in front of her, his hopeful eyes and seductive smile turned her into instant lovey-dovey mush. The no she wanted to scream lodged in her throat.

She couldn't do it. She couldn't turn him down.

Her gaze swept his length, wanting him, loving him, needing to say yes. But how could she? It was too soon!

She didn't know what to tell him. To do. Her heart and mind played a fierce game of tug-of-war.

He cleared his throat. His brows furrowed. His forehead creased. Worry etched the lines of his strongly-defined face, demanding some sort of answer.

She had to take some sort of action. Quick.

Bringing the shrimp to her mouth, she bit into the spicy meat. Again, Dylan cleared his throat. She chewed quickly, cursing herself a hundred times. What a dumb move!

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Who would take a bite of food in the middle of a proposal? Only her. Now she had to finish eating the damn piece of seafood, all eyes on her.

Waiting. Hoping. Demanding.

She loved Dylan. She did. After all, she wouldn't have told him so if she hadn't meant it. He was everything she'd ever dreamt of in a husband. She wanted to become his wife.

But one day, in the future. Not now.

She didn't make a lot of plans in her life. Everything was pretty much easy come, easy go. But there was one thing Sadie had promised herself years ago. She would not marry before thirty. While she wanted to settle down and have a family, she wanted to be ready.

Was she ready?

Her parents sure were.

"Sadie?" Dylan questioned, shifting with nervousness. "Will you marry me?"

"He's been waiting five minutes, sugar," her father pushed. "Give the boy a dang answer already."

"Yes." The response sputtered from her before she could stop herself. "But, I want a long engagement."

The moment she blurted the ill-thought words, she wanted to kick herself in the ass. Not the most romantic thing to say the moment after accepting a man's proposal.

Why did she keep sticking things in her mouth? First the shrimp, now her foot. What next?

"Of course." Dylan nodded stiffly, wriggling the band on. "As long as you want."

The diamond ring fit so tightly, Dylan had to work it into place. The whole time he twisted it down her finger, Sadie made reassuring promises to herself.

She loved him.

She needed him.

She loved him.

She could get married and give up her freedom at twenty-seven, instead of waiting until thirty, because she loved him.

"Did you think you could get away with this, Sadie?" The cop's big, exploring hands pressed her down. Forced to lean over the trunk of the police cruiser, her nipples tightened and tingled. Desire dampened her thighs.

Sadie battled the urges pulsating through her body and squinted at the flashing lights. Why was she being arrested?

Everything was a big, nonsensical blur. All she could remember was that she'd been heading to the church to get married. She needed to get married. Dylan was waiting.

Patting her down, the officer moved his hands farther and farther down, over her hips, her rear, towards more intimate regions. His hand slipped under her skirt, his calloused fingers stroking her wet thighs.

Why was she wearing a skirt? She never wore skirts.

She was getting married. What the hell happened to her gown?

The cuffs were tight around wrists. She couldn't resist him. She didn't want to resist him. Her mind cried no! Her body insisted yes!

Three of his thick, long fingers plunged inside of her and a scream escaped her lungs...

Suddenly the cop faded into oblivion. She was running, buck-naked, through the church. Pew after pew of guests stared at her, their glaring red eyes accosting her with accusations.

Her mind echoed the same chant she sensed coming from the attendees. "Did you think you could get away with this?" The reproachful words grew louder and louder. "Did you, Sadie? Did you?"

Sadie woke in a sweat, bolting upright in the king-sized bed, surrounded by dark. A heavy weight smashed her chest, her breathing quick and shallow.

She gasped for air, hardly able to inhale.

Shit. Why couldn't she breathe?

Hers hands shook, her left index finger swelling around her engagement ring. Fire prickled her skin as her back threatened to break out in hives.

Oh, God. Not again. The last time this had happened, only last week while selecting a wedding cake of all things, her mother-in-law had practically gotten her drunk off Benadryl from a nearby pharmacy and the reaction had still taken hours to clear up.

Why hadn't she thought to buy any antihistamine to keep at home?

Because she hadn't wanted to accept that she'd find herself panicking like this again.

She needed to get up, watch some television, whatever it took to calm down.

Next to her, Dylan's gentle snores assured her of his presence. Yet, he hadn't been the man in her disturbing dreams. Again.

Quiet as possible, so not to wake him, Sadie tossed aside the comforter. Swinging her legs off the bed, she stood. Maybe a drink would help. A strong one...

She took a step and dampness gathered in the juncture of her thighs rubbed her upper legs, jolting her with a reminder of the desire heating her intimate regions.

No!

She loved Dylan. She was attracted to Dylan. They had a good sex life.

So what was with this cop in her dreams? For heaven's sake, their wedding was in thirty-nine days.

At the thought, the weight on her chest grew heavier, her breaths shorter. The walls closed in, suffocating her. She tried harder to get oxygen, but the more she thought about their impending marriage, the dizzier she became.

Oh, God...

A sharp pain sliced through her lungs. If she didn't know better, she'd swear she was having a heart attack.

Hard, fast panic belted through her. She clutched her chest, gasping for air as she stumbled away from the bed.

She had to get the hell out of here. She had to breathe.

She couldn't do it.

She couldn't marry Dylan.

Just the simple thought of canceling the wedding allowed a rush of air into her lungs. She gulped several welcome breaths, calming.

So that was it. Deep down, she supposed she'd known the ugly fact all along. Hell, her body definitely did.

Love him she may, but wed him she could not.

Rushing to the walk-in closet, Sadie flipped on the light. She drug out a suitcase and grabbed clothes off the racks. Only last week, Dylan had succeeded in convincing her to give up her loft and finally move into the home they purchased together.

From the first night, the dreams and panic attacks had attacked with full-force. While she certainly hadn't expected them, she'd sensed all along the move wasn't right for her. That it was too much, too soon.

Their long engagement had been drastically cut by their meddling parents, who'd pushed and pushed, until the two years had been sliced down to six months. Everything had happened so fast, like a giant whirlwind sweeping away her life and her choices, while she cowered from the truth. She wasn't sure she could be a good wife to him. But she wanted to...

As a lawyer, he wanted a wife who could support his career, who could look prim and proper and polite. One who would host fancy dinner parties and be on the boards of too many charities to count. Do the things a lawyer's wife did. Hell, scared as she was, she bet she didn't even know half it. She'd seen his mother in action. She couldn't be like that.

Sure, they'd talked about her fears. Briefly. Time and again, when she expressed her concerns, Dylan, sweetie that he was, told her not to worry. According to his promises, everything would be fine. She'd make the perfect wife.

Sadie wasn't as certain. No, scratch that. She knew she'd never be a perfect wife. She had no doubt he'd make a wonderful man to marry. After all, Dylan was solid husband material. But, every time she imagined herself in the role of his adoring, supporting wife--for the rest of her life--it felt weird.

She had no business living in the New York suburbs, with a high-class lawyer at that. No business thinking she could be a wife and mother. Her parents were nuts; her life had always been nuts. She didn't want to drive her husband nuts, or worse, raise nutty kids. She had nothing to go on, no experience, no right to think she could be the person Dylan needed.

She was faking it, kidding herself. She couldn't settle and have kids and the happily ever after. Her dream had just proved it. She wasn't ready.

Dylan was better off without her.

She had to get out of here. Grabbing the brown, oversized photo albums from the shelf, she tucked them under her arm. While most of her photographs were sold at a gallery in the city, these albums held her most cherished pictures, along with favored mementos of her travels and explorations. She needed to add to them, not shelve them in a closet to get dusty. With a shaky sigh, she headed for the bedroom door.

Reviews

 "Come & Get Me by Alyssa Brooks is an erotic screwball comedy with heart.  I laughed, I cried, I cheered, and I couldn't turn the pages fast enough to find out what happened next in Dylan and Sadie's madcap voyage of healing both engagement and themselves.  Look out, world:  Alyssa Brooks is on her way up!" - Diane Whiteside, www.dianewhiteside.com

4/5 Stars! "Ms. Brooks has penned some fascinating sex scenes that will leave you breathless, sweating and panting. The swoon worthy stuff is what I want when I pick up erotic romances to savor and the author delivers in spades, never stopping even for a minute." Mahaira Fatima, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

"A sharp, funny, and emotionally smart book...COME AND GET ME is a great summer book that is entertaining but also has a profundity to it that might surprise readers." Nickole, RRT Erotic

"Alyssa Brooks knows how to write erotica." Tina, Kwips and Kritiques

5 Angels! "One word for Alyssa Brooks’ book is awesome. This is an author who knows how to make the reader pant with each breath..." Lena C, Fallen Angel Reviews

"Adventurously fun and fiery hot!" Lori, Fresh Fiction

4 1/2 Hearts! "Wow, Wow, Wow! COME AND GET ME by Alyssa Brooks is an exotic fantasy come to life." Dee, Loves Romances

4 Roses! "HOT! Blazing! I loved this book. It was light, it was funny, and even better, the sex scenes were steaming off the pages." Kym, Romance Reader's At Heart

4 Stars! "A highly entertaining romp that spans different continents and several sexy situations--all with plenty of spice between the main characters!"  Kristi, Romantic Times

4 ˝ Ribbons! “Come and Get Me is worth reading over and over.” Zoe, Romance Junkies

“Come and Get Me is a delicious and delightful romp!” Meme, Coffee Time Romance

"Too Hot To Handle does not do this story justice! The afterglow and sweet smile on your face when you've read the end leaves you fulfilled and wanting to celebrate this loving couple's first anniversary with them." Stephanie, a reader

 

 

 

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