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Title: If Forever
Comes (Take This Regret #2)
Author: A.L
Jackson
Expected Release
Date: September 12, 2013
Genre: Contemporary
Romance
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organized by: Shh Moms Reading
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17859033-if-forever-comes
Synopsis
If Forever Comes,
the final chapter in the New York Times Bestselling Regret Series (Lost to You
and Take This Regret).
Christian Davison’s life is complete. With a ring on
Elizabeth’s finger and his daughter at his side, he’s ready to run headlong
into their future.
Elizabeth Ayers never believed she would again find this
kind of joy—the joy of a family and the wholeness found in the touch of the man
she’s always loved.
Their love is intense and their passion only grows as they
set out to rediscover each other.
But life is never easy.
Rocked by the unforeseen, Christian and Elizabeth will find
themselves fighting for the one thing they hold most important—family.
Teaser
I
stood in the hush of the darkened room, the long drapes pushed to the side as I
leaned with one hand pressed to the wall just at the side of the window. I
stared out, watching as winter pressed down on the city. Snowflakes fluttered
toward the ground as they were set free from the inky sky. Through the haze,
lights glimmered, and far below, the city was still alive even though night had
grown late.
My
past seemed to echo from the streets, the memories so thick they almost seemed
alive.
I
looked over my shoulder and let my eyes wander over the one who inhabited them
all.
Elizabeth
lay facing me, twisted just to the side, her blonde hair spread out over the
pillow where she rested her head. Her chest lifted and fell in a slow cadence,
her soft breaths released into the air.
The
deepest kind of devotion quickened my heart and pumped fiercely through my
veins.
Sometimes
it was hard to believe we’d come this far, that this beautiful girl lying across
the room from me had been strong enough to forgive me for the greatest mistake
I’d ever made, that she was good enough to look past my failure, and that she
had the capacity to lie there now, lost in sleep, free of fear and full of
love.
A
wistful smile tugged at my mouth as my gaze traveled over her perfect body. She
wore a short nightgown, the creamy material bunched up over her hip, the length
of her legs fully exposed. One arm was draped over her head, and the other was
stretched across the sheets in the spot where I had held her in my arms as
she’d fallen asleep.
Emotion
squeezed my lungs, knocked at my ribs, just as strong as the desire that lifted
in a crushing swell before it settled as a subdued ache in the pit of my
stomach.
Elizabeth
would never stop stealing my breath.
Only
because she possessed my soul.
As
if she felt the intensity of my stare, she stirred. Those brown eyes blinked
open as she adjusted to the dimness in the room. A soft, sleepy smile crept to
her lips when she found me watching her in the shadows. She ran her hand over
the sheets on my side of the bed. “What are you doing way over there when
you’re supposed to be in bed with me?” she whispered.
“Just
thinking.”
She
lifted up onto her elbow. “And what are you thinking about?”
My
mouth tipped up in a slow grin as I made my way over to her. She rolled onto
her back just as I crawled over her, bracing myself on my hands and knees.
“Thinking
about you. What else would I be thinking about?” I trailed the back of my index
finger down her cheek and along the underside of her jaw. At her chin, I
twisted my hand to drag my fingers all the way down her neck to the cleft
between her breasts.
A
soft breath parted her lips.
“You
consume me, Elizabeth,” I said. “Every second.”
Trembling,
she reached up to cup my jaw. “Always.”
That
word shot straight through me, her touch a firestorm that singed me from the
inside out.
And
she had it right. I wanted her. Always.
I
pressed my hands into the bed on either side of her head, dipped to caress her
mouth with mine in the same second her fingers wove through my hair. I could
feel her heart hammering, pounding just as hard as mine, this thrum of need
spinning through us with the slightest touch.
It’d
always been that way.
Always.
I
rocked and Elizabeth moaned, our bodies pitching and lifting and seeking, the
soft skin of her inner thighs like strokes of fire as they brushed against
mine. Our tongues caressed and every last inch of my body hardened.
God,
there was nothing in this world that felt so good.
I
pulled back, one hand gripping the fabric at her hip as I searched her face.
“Elizabeth,
I don’t want to wait. I know that’s what we planned, but being here, in this
city, it just makes me think of all the time I wasted, and I don’t want to
waste any more.”
Shock
rolled through her, and brown eyes snapped up to lock on mine. “What do you
mean?”
“All
of it, Elizabeth…waiting to get married…waiting to add to our family. I want it
all…and now…because I want it with you.”
“Christian—”
“Don’t
say anything now. I just want you to think about it.”
She
grabbed my face. “I don’t need to think about it. I’m ready for this. Ready for
us to move on.”
Relief
and joy escaped me in a throaty groan. It was all I wanted, to spend my life
with her, to spend it with our daughter, to live for my family, to watch grow.
“Oh
my God, Elizabeth.” I dropped to my elbows, brought us closer, our kiss
frenzied between our words.
“Christian.”
“I
love you so much…so much.”
I
sucked at her bottom lip, kiss her at the edge of her perfect mouth, dropped to
feast along the line of her jaw.
My
nose got lost behind her ear, in her hair, in the softness of her skin.
I
burned.
Elizabeth
arched, silently begged.
I
rose to one elbow and grabbed her left hand, kissed the ring she allowed me to
place on her finger. “Forever,” I promised against it.
Her
heart thudded a little more. “Forever,” she said.
And
I couldn’t wait for forever to begin.
A.L. Jackson is the New York Times
bestselling author of Take This Regret
and Lost to You, as well as other
contemporary romance titles, including Pulled
and When We Collide.
She first found a love for writing
during her days as a young mother and college student. She filled the journals she carried with
short stories and poems used as an emotional outlet for the difficulties and
joys she found in day-to-day life.
Years later, she shared a short story
she’d been working on with her two closest friends and, with their
encouragement, this story became her first full length novel. A.L. now spends
her days writing in Southern Arizona where she lives with her husband and three
children. Her favorite pastime is spending time with the ones she loves.
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