Wednesday, July 24, 2013

When You're Ready by J.L. BERG


When Clare Murray suffers the tragic loss of her husband Ethan, leaving her alone to raise their infant daughter, she feels the grief overwhelming her, seeping into her very soul. Weeks later, she stumbles upon an envelope with the words “When You’re Ready” written in Ethan’s familiar messy handwriting, but can’t bring herself to breach the seal. Ready for what? He was her entire world, and Clare has accepted a life without him, without love. Until, years later, fate brings her to an emergency room, and face to face with stormy eyed doctor intent on changing her mind.

Logan Matthews is the son of a billionaire who has spent his entire life trying to make his absent father proud. Years of living up to man who more ghost than father, and a public failed marriage has left Logan cold and emotionless until he walks into an exam room to discover a woman who stops his heart, makes his body burn with desire and leaves his entire world altered.

But how far are Clare and Logan willing to go for love? When their love is tested, is Clare ready to put her whole heart on the line again? Can Logan learn the true meaning of love, even if it means sacrificing his own happiness? When a second chance at love is given, Clare and Logan learn you never know you are truly ready until you’re ready to risk it all.


“Maddie’s at my Mom’s,” she said, pausing to run a finger down my chest, as her eyes bored into mine.
“All…night,” she punctuated each word, making her wicked intentions clear.

All gentlemanly thoughts rushed out of my head and were replaced by two words.
Fuck yes.

My entire body screamed yes, as it came to full attention. I pulled her by the arm, dragging us out of the bar as fast as humanly possible. Once outside, I quickly walked us to my car in the parking lot, grateful I had a space in the back in a low lit area. Bad for thievery. Good for what I have planned.

“Get in the back,” I demanded.
“We’re not going to your place?” she asked, opening the back door and slipping inside.
Joining her, I closed the door, “If I take you home with me Clare, I’m going to fuck you. Repeatedly,” I said, taking a deep breath, “But you’re drunk.”

Clare’s confusion quickly turned to shock, letting out a small gasp hearing my bold words, but it was quickly replaced with something else entirely. Desire. “You wouldn't be taking advantage of me. I know what I’m doing,” she assured me with a shy smile.
“Oh, I’m not worried about that. I know you want it,” I replied with a wolfish grin, as I ran my hand up her lush thigh.
“I just want you to remember it. All of it. In vivid, technicolor clarity. And that can only be achieved if you’re sober. When you and I come together for the first time, I want you to remember every touch,” I ran my hand up her arm and down her back, causing her to shiver. “Every moan.”

She did just that as I leaned into her body, slowly kissing her neck and tugging on her earlobe with my teeth.  “Every wave of pleasure,” I ran my thumb over her nipple through her shirt, and gently tugged, causing her to gasp.  “So what are we doing in the back of the car?” she whispered breathlessly.

“Making the best of the situation.”

by J.L. BERG

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