Oh yeah…reading stories featuring the #CMCon17 authors as they take their characters to the beach for some fun in the sun, we’re totally doing that again! Whether it’s a fun relaxing trip, the start to some new adventure, or whatever, I have a feeling we’re going to have even more fun on the beach than we did last year.
Tawdra Kandle is kicking off the event this year with Meghan and Sam, from The Last One, so let’s get this party started! Keep your eyes open for stories from these #CMCon17 featured authors: Deborah Blake, Charlie Cochet, Heather Hildenbrand, Kristal Hollis, Stephen Osborne, and more!
At the Beach with Meghan and Sam
“See? I told you. September is the best time to visit the Cove.” I kicked off my flip-flops and dropped the bag of food from the Rip Tide that my mom had packed for us onto the stripped blanket Sam had just spread. “Weather is perfect, crowds are virtually non-existent and the water is still pretty warm.”
My husband squinted toward the ocean. “It’s pretty, that’s for sure.” He reached over his head and pulled his T-shirt off in one fluid movement, and I smiled at his white chest and stomach. My man was a farmer, and he had the tan to prove it . . . on his arms and neck.
Sitting down on the blanket, I opened the bag and pulled out two burgers. “One medium-rare Ripper burger for you, one very well-done Ripper for me, with extra . . . crap.”
Sam stretched out next to me, taking his sandwich, as his mouth curled into a half-smile and one eyebrow rose. “Extra crap? I thought you asked Sadie to make it with extra blue cheese.”
“Yeah, I did.” I folded the wrapper back around my burger. “I’m not really hungry at the moment. I think I’ll just stick to the fries for a bit.”
“Okay.” Sam took a bite and moaned a little. “Oh, baby. Now this is heaven.”
I grinned. “Because of the burger or because of me?”
“Hmm.” He pretended to consider, and I elbowed him in the ribs.
“Babe, you know it’s all about you. It’s always all about you.” He wiped off his lips with a napkin. “Sometimes it’s hard to believe it’s been over four years since I stopped alongside that highway to help out two drunk college girls with a broken-down car. When I think of how everything in my life has changed since that night . . . it’s crazy.”
“To be fair, Laura wasn’t at all drunk. It was only me.” I shrugged. “But four years—wow. So if you had to do it all over again, knowing what you do now, would you still stop?”
“Every time.” He slipped his around my back, pulling me against his side. “I know things have been a little hard lately, with all the fertility issues, but we’re still good, right? We’re okay?”
“Of course we are.” I kissed his cheek, feeling my heart began to thud in anticipation. “No matter what, it’s you and me. I love you, Sam Reynolds. You’re my one.”
Sam touched the tip of my nose with his finger. “My first, my last, my only. Always.”
Running the tip of my tongue over my lips, I made my voice as casual as possible. “Hey, can you grab my sunglasses from the bag? They’re in the case.”
“Uh, sure.” He rummaged for a minute before finding the hard black case. “Here you go, babe. So did you—” He paused as a thin white piece of paper flutter out with the glasses. “What’s this?”
I pretended ignorance, but it was impossible to hide my smile. “I don’t know. Look at it and see.”
Sam held the paper in front of his eyes, frowning. I watched his face closely, waiting for the moment when realization dawned.
And when it did, I’d never seen anything so beautiful. He glanced at me, back at the paper, and then at me again.
“Meghan, is this—it’s—is it what I think it is?”
I nodded. “That, Sam Reynolds, is the very first picture of your babies.” I lifted his hand and laid on my still-flat stomach. “I know it doesn’t look like much, but come early next summer, the next generation of the Reynolds’ family will be ready to meet you.”
Sam stare leaned forward to kiss me, that simple touch conveying everything I knew he was feeling. Releasing me, he bent down to press his lips to my stomach, glancing up as he did.
“Meghan Reynolds, I love you.”
I combed my fingers through his short hair and smiled.
Meet Tawdra Kandle!
Tawdra Kandle writes romance, in just about all its forms. She loves unlikely pairings, strong women, sexy guys, hot love scenes and just enough conflict to make it interesting. Her books run from YA paranormal romance (THE KING SERIES), through NA paranormal and contemporary romance (THE SERENDIPITY DUET, PERFECT DISH, THE ONE TRILOGY) to adult contemporary and paramystery romance (CRYSTAL COVE BOOKS and RECIPE FOR DEATH SERIES). She lives in central Florida with a husband, kids, sweet pup and too many cats. And yeah, she rocks purple hair.
Always For You (Always Love #1)
When We Were Us (Keeping Score #1)
Undeniable (The Serendipity Duet #1)
The Posse (Crystal Cove #1)
Imperfection (Pure Blood #1)
Best Served Cold (Perfect Dish #1)
Death Fricassee (Recipe for Death #1)
The King Series Box Set
Stardust on the Sea
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