THE OTHER SIDE OF SOMEDAY BY CAREY HEYWOOD COVER REVEAL

Title: The Other Side Of Someday

Author: Carey Heywood

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: July 17, 2014

Synopsis

Falling in love? Courtney Grayson has been there, done that.

Men, who needs them? Love wasn’t everything she thought it would be. This time around she’s doing things differently. She hasn’t sworn off men for good, just isn’t interested in settling. Trusting someone with her heart again? Someday, but not today.

Falling in love? Sorry, Clay Bradshaw is not the guy for you.

He’s never been in love and he doesn’t see it happening. Hooking up can be fun, but more often than not, women are a distraction he doesn’t need. He’s a busy man, and doesn’t have time to date, let alone fall in love. Will someone ever change that? There’s always a chance, someday.

Life doesn’t always go as planned, and love may find them both on the other side of someday.

Excerpt

"Courtney, I want you anyway I can get you.” A spark of desire blooms inside my gut.“I want you too.” He takes a deep breath. “Tell me what you want Courtney.” I shift, pressing my legs together. “That day, in your condo.” “Yeah.” “I didn’t want you to stop.” I don’t even recognize my own voice. “I didn’t want to stop.” I flick off the light. “What would you have done, if you didn’t stop?” “Where are you?” “In my room.” “Are you in bed?” I wet my lips. “Yes.” “What are you wearing?” “A robe.” He groans. “Are you wearing anything under that robe?” I gulp. “No.” I hear the rush of air leaving his lungs. “Will you touch yourself if I tell you?” I hurry across my room and lock my door. “Do you want me to?” “God yes.” I giggle, suddenly shy. “You think I’m funny?” I cover my face even though he can’t see me.“I’ve never done this before.” “Does the thought of me touching you turn you on?” I let out a ragged breath. “Yes.” “Just imagine your hands are mine. Can you do that?” “I can.” “Remember how you were against that window?” “I do.” “I wanted you so bad.” “Tell me.” “Imagine my hands under your sweater. That innocent looking sweater. Put your hands on your breasts. God they felt so good. Rub your nipples.” I do as he says. Imagining myself up against that window. His body is pressed up behind me, his hands caressing my breasts and teasing my nipples. I moan. “You like that don’t you? I slideone hand down your body and stroke your clit.” I whimper. “Spread your legs Courtney.” I do as he says, my middle finger teasing my clit. “Are you wet?” “So wet.” I gasp. “Fuck. I slide my hand down further and dip it right into that wetness. Do you like that?” “Oh, yes.” “I push it deep before I pull it out and rub your wetness all over your clit.” “Oh my god.” “I’m so fucking hard.” “Are you touching yourself?” I ask. “I am. You like that?” “uh hun.” “What do you want me to do with my cock Courtney?” “I want you to put it in me.” “Fuck. Alright, I hitch up that sexy ass skirt you’re wearing and slide your panties down. Your ass is so fucking hot. I pull off your sweater too.” “Do I move my hands off the window?” “What?” “To get my sweater off?” I pant.” “No keep your hands on the window.” “How do I get it off.” “I rip it off. It’s just gone.” “Okay.” “I pull your hips back tome and press you hard against the window so your breasts and pressing on the glass. My slide my cock between your legs.” “When did you take off your clothes?” “They melted off. Fuck. I don’t know.”I bite back a laugh. “Am I losing you here?” He asks. “No, no keep going. Your cock is between my legs.” “Fuck. Say that again.” His tone makes me shiver. “Your.” I draw out each word. “Cock is between my legs.” “God that is sexy. Alright. So I rub it back and forth across your pussy. I’m still rubbing your clit with one hand.” “I want you in me.” “I slide my cock into your tight, wet pussy.” My finger circles my clit furiously as I imagine him filling me. “You like my cock Courtney?” “I do.” “Pinch your nipples.” I do and feel my orgasm build. “I’m so close.” “I grab your hips and bury my cock inside you.” I feel it crest. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.” “Let me hear you come baby.” “Yes. Oh God. Yes.” “Fuck.” I pant, trying to catch my breath. “That was so fucking hot.” “Did you?” “All over my fucking hand.”

About The Author

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author with six books out and many more to come. She was born and raised in Alexandria, Virginia. Ever the mild-mannered citizen, Carey spends her days working in the world of finance, and at night, she retreats into the lives of her fictional characters. Supporting her all the way are her husband, three sometimes-adorable children, and their nine-pound attack Yorkie.

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