Run
to Love (Triple R Book 1)
Personal
trainer Jude Saylor’s sense of direction in life has always been a little
questionable. After a move and new job, he seems to be on the right path—until
a cautious and sweet new client enters into the picture. Soon Jude wonders if
happiness isn’t as simple as a direction, but if it could be the woman he has
next to him on the journey.
Presley
Bradenhurst is a go-getter, as evidenced by her hundred pound weight loss, but
the alteration to the outside didn’t quite transfer to the inside. When
Presley’s trainer is fired and Jude steps up as the one who wants to make her
sweat, will her instinct to run keep her from knowing a love she’s only dreamed
about?
In
the end, can a lost soul and a broken soul work it out?
This
is a previously published work. It has been revised and edited for Evernight
Publishing.
Excerpt:
“Did
you invite me into your truck just to tell me you don’t want to be my trainer
anymore?”
The
green pools glistened like grass covered in morning dew, until rolling tears
fell over the edge.
I
lost all train of thought staring into her beautiful eyes.
She
sucked in a jittery breath. “Fine! I get it. We’re done, professionally and
otherwise. Have a good life, Jude.” She grabbed the door handle, yanked her bag
from the floor, and swung her legs to exit the truck.
When
I recovered my faculties, I reacted quickly. “Shit! Presley! Please wait.”
She
kept moving. I jumped from my side of the truck to get to her. Her heels were
just hitting the concrete when I rounded the truck to the open passenger door.
“Presley,
stop, please!” I slid one hand to her waist and one behind her neck. She
stiffened as our bodies pressed lightly against each other. When I had her
complete attention, I brought my hand from her waist and wiped away her tears.
“Presley, it’s a good thing. Because now I can kiss you like I’ve wanted to
from the very first day I met you. And this way, I won’t get fired.”
I
tipped her head and met her pouty lips with a soft, gentle kiss. Her eyes
opened wide with surprise, then closed in surrender. She dropped her bag to the
ground and slid her hands up my chest to the back of my neck where her long
fingers tangled into my ponytail. She toyed with the trapped strands and my
head spun at how sensual the touch was, and by her soft appreciative moan I
could tell she really liked my hair the way it was.
I
led the kiss, but everything she did in response was 100 percent better than
anything any female had ever done to me. I deepened the kiss. Our tongues
rolled in a slippery fusion that seared my memory and taste buds with her sweet
essence. Each of us gave a little of ourselves to the other person, and at that
moment I’d give her anything she ever wanted. Our bodies heated along with our
mouths. My hands searched her back, pulling her closer to me until we were
crushed in a passionate vise-like hold.
I
broke the kiss, dropping my forehead to hers. “Presley, can we get back in the
truck?”
She
nodded. Her eyes remained closed and her body shivered lightly.
“Are
you okay?”
Not
answering, she turned around and jumped back onto the seat.
When
I was seated back inside, she slid closer.
Now
that’s better.
But
her eyes still pointed down and her body tremored visibly. “Don’t hurt me
again, please.”
With
those broken and fear-filled words, I wrapped my arms around her. “I’m going to
do everything I can to never do that again, and that’s a promise.”
Her
soft eyes fluttered closed and my heart beat fast.
“Jude,
I want to trust you, but like always my mind and instincts are telling me to
run the other way.” Her eyes met mine. “But I think my heart is saying
something else. I think it wants to stay and see what could happen.”
I
guided her body closer. She’d opened her heart to me and I wanted her to know
that I was doing the same.
“I
like what your heart is saying, Presley.”
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About the Author
Fuzzy
sock collector, martini connoisseur, baseball fanatic, and dandelion lover,
author Jules Dixon is a living testament to the genius of sugar and caffeine
being able to keep a human alive. She's addicted to everything related to the
amazing emotion of love, probably instigated by her own happily ever after of
25 years with her beer-brewing hubby. Their own love story created a sassy,
artistic daughter and a computer genius but ultra-sarcastic son.
Jules
explores the rich psychology of sexuality, choices, and conflicts of high
school, college, and young adult characters with sizzle and humor in her novels
and novellas. She's a busy writer, and she loves it!
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