BLURB:
Moving Forward
Jesika Reynolds’ heart was left
broken one year ago when her husband died, leaving her and her son alone in
this world. Slowly, she started putting the pieces back together of her life.
Knowing that she may never open herself up to love again. That was until the
day Derek came into the picture.
Why does this gorgeous stranger
seem to care so much, so suddenly?
Derek Jordan's charm drew her in
with an instant connection, and familiarity that helps her feel at ease. Her
heart is falling at his feet, but as their relationship grows, so does a secret
from both of their pasts that neither saw coming. One by one, the threads
slowly start to unravel.
Can their newly sought love stand
up against the secrets that life is unlocking to their pasts? Or can they
decide together that moving forward and forgetting the past is the only option
for them to find true happiness?
Erika Taylor was born into the army lifestyle as an only child.
Being the only child, she learned to keep herself entertained by unleashing her
inner tomboy. Fishing, navigating through the woods and tree climbing were a
few of her favorite escapes as a child along with her fast growing love of
video games. While she is still a down home girl at heart, she grew to love
music and left the wildness behind. She is a devoted lover of music and a
closet groupie. Genre of choice is always rock but she has been known to kick
it old school from time to time and jam to the 90s greatest hits. Her passion
for music fueled her imagination and she has since found at age twenty-nine
that she loves to read. While reading didn’t seem to interest her growing up
you will almost always find her with her nose in a book nowadays. Erika is
currently a native to Oklahoma where she lives with her husband and five small
children that they have combined between the two of them. She admits to loving
caramel frappe’s, getting her hair done, Ace Ventura When Nature Calls and
candy of choice being Airheads. She blames The Hunger Games book series for her
newly formed addiction to reading, which has since brought on her desire to
write. She is currently working on her debut novel “Moving Forward” set to
release May 3rd,
2013.
AUTHOR
LINKS:
Twitter: @ErikaTaylor01
COVER ARTIST:
Brett
Fabrizio
*Jesika*
Let
me start off by saying, I love my bestie Mallory all the time but sometimes… I
really, really love her. She always knows how to pick my spirits up, or how to
get me to do something I think is completely crazy, but is actually so needed.
So, with that being said, the fact I haven’t seen Derek in four days sucks. No,
scratch that, it completely blows.
Admitting
that I actually have a crush on someone is still hard to admit to myself. It
almost feels like I’m cheating on Jake. The fact that I’m thinking about seeing
Derek more than thinking about how much I miss Jake is making me feel somewhat
guilt ridden. Then again, I also know that it is something I need, I know I
will never forget Jake…no matter who is in my life but that doesn’t make it any
easier. I’m kinda confused by these sudden feelings I’m having for someone who
is practically a stranger.
When
I get home after being thoroughly disappointed again that there was no Derek at
the school, I feel like I’m about to Hulk out. Maybe it’s the way he left me
Friday night…a little worked up, hot and bothered, moisten between my legs…freaking
feeling like a lioness in heat.
He’s
a freaking tease. He did this to me on purpose.
I
walk into my room and on my bed is a little purple with yellow polka dots gift
bag with a card sticking out. I take the card out and it reads ‘Thinking of
You in Your Time of Need’ on the front.
“Humph….”
I say to no one in the room. I open the card and read it aloud. “Hey Jes! I
know you’d never buy this for yourself, but trust me when I say, you need it!
Seriously, I am your Best Friend. Love ya, Mal.”
I
dump the bag over and pull the pink tissue paper away. “What the hell is that?”
I say, again to no one. I pick it up and I swear I’m holding a bedazzled tampon
holder. It’s small, fits in my hand and it’s slightly bigger than a lipstick
holder. I go to open it and the damn thing starts buzzing and shaking in my
hand. I drop it.
Holy
shit!
Mallory
bought me a battery operated toy. I start laughing thinking about our
conversation after the concert. She was so right, I would never buy myself a
battery operated toy or any kind of sex toy.
For
the last year, sex has been the last thing on my mind. The fact that I’m now
experiencing some signs of sexual tension makes me blush as the butterflies
start to flap around because I know damn well who is responsible for these
reincarnated feelings.
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