Bittersweet Surrender
by Q.B. Tyler
Publication Date: May 24, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Women’s Fiction
Synopsis
“I was in a relationship with two men and neither were giving me up.”
That thought flashed through Charlotte’s brain like a bright neon light as she followed her husband out of her marriage counselor’s office.
The office where she’d sat twice a week as she tried to repair the glaring problems in her marriage.
The marriage that she’d fought hard to save to a man that wasn’t fighting alongside her. She’d been lied to, ignored and used as a pawn to climb his ladder to success. Charlotte was broken, not just her marriage.
But, then she met Dr. Montgomery and everything changed.
They say love is patient and kind of course, but what happens when that love comes at the cost of everything?
Love was a force that took no prisoners when it decided to strike and Charlotte had been hit—hard.
By a man that wasn’t her husband.
By the very man who was supposed to save her marriage.
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“I know you’re afraid to leave Matt because
you think that no one will be there to protect you. And I didn’t exactly make
it clear that I would.” He looks down at where our hands are connected before
he brings them to his lips. “I love you, I would protect you from
anything…everything. I would never let anyone hurt you.”
I’m stunned by his admission. He…loves me?
I want to cry tears of both elation and grief. He loves me but…I’m not free to give myself to him completely. He must know my thoughts because he places his hands on my face. “I know you’re in a tough position, and I’m not asking you to make any decisions right now. I just want you to know that I’m in. I’m all in, Charley.”
My teeth find my bottom lip and I chew on it nervously. “Would you like something to drink?” I ask, hoping that the alcohol will calm some of my jitters.
He smiles before he tucks a hair behind my ear. “Can I have a kiss first?”
I stand on my tiptoes as I offer my lips for a quick peck. When I try to pull away, I feel his hands under my bottom hoisting me into his arms. Once I’ve settled, one hand moves up behind my head keeping my lips firmly planted on his. His tongue moves with mine and it feels like home, a welcomed contrast to the kiss I shared with Matt earlier today. His kiss is passionate and aggressive and his tongue is unrelenting against mine as they find their usual dance.
This man knows what I want. What I like. How to make my toes curl with just a kiss.
He pulls away from me and gives me one final kiss on my nose before setting me on my feet. “I’ll take scotch if you have it.”
I nod, moving to my built-in bar in the corner of my kitchen. “I’ll give you a tour later. I need you to fuck me first.” I smile and grab the bottle and two glasses with shaky hands. I feel his presence behind me as we make our way up the stairs. My bedroom door is open and once I’m through the threshold, I stop, causing him to run into the back of me, his lips immediately on my neck as he peppers kisses along the length of it.
Can I do this?
He’s already in your house, Charley…drinking your husband’s twenty-one-year-old scotch, my subconscious answers.
I turn in his arms effectively removing his lips from my neck. “Actually, can we go to the guest room?”
He looks at the bed behind me and then down at me before nodding once. We make it to the guest room and I set the glasses down on the nightstand. “Baby, we don’t have to do anything,” he says wrapping me in his arms. “I didn’t come here for sex. I came here to clear things up…to get you back. To tell you I love you.”
I’m stunned by his admission. He…loves me?
I want to cry tears of both elation and grief. He loves me but…I’m not free to give myself to him completely. He must know my thoughts because he places his hands on my face. “I know you’re in a tough position, and I’m not asking you to make any decisions right now. I just want you to know that I’m in. I’m all in, Charley.”
My teeth find my bottom lip and I chew on it nervously. “Would you like something to drink?” I ask, hoping that the alcohol will calm some of my jitters.
He smiles before he tucks a hair behind my ear. “Can I have a kiss first?”
I stand on my tiptoes as I offer my lips for a quick peck. When I try to pull away, I feel his hands under my bottom hoisting me into his arms. Once I’ve settled, one hand moves up behind my head keeping my lips firmly planted on his. His tongue moves with mine and it feels like home, a welcomed contrast to the kiss I shared with Matt earlier today. His kiss is passionate and aggressive and his tongue is unrelenting against mine as they find their usual dance.
This man knows what I want. What I like. How to make my toes curl with just a kiss.
He pulls away from me and gives me one final kiss on my nose before setting me on my feet. “I’ll take scotch if you have it.”
I nod, moving to my built-in bar in the corner of my kitchen. “I’ll give you a tour later. I need you to fuck me first.” I smile and grab the bottle and two glasses with shaky hands. I feel his presence behind me as we make our way up the stairs. My bedroom door is open and once I’m through the threshold, I stop, causing him to run into the back of me, his lips immediately on my neck as he peppers kisses along the length of it.
Can I do this?
He’s already in your house, Charley…drinking your husband’s twenty-one-year-old scotch, my subconscious answers.
I turn in his arms effectively removing his lips from my neck. “Actually, can we go to the guest room?”
He looks at the bed behind me and then down at me before nodding once. We make it to the guest room and I set the glasses down on the nightstand. “Baby, we don’t have to do anything,” he says wrapping me in his arms. “I didn’t come here for sex. I came here to clear things up…to get you back. To tell you I love you.”
About Q.B. Tyler
Write. Wine. Work. Repeat.A look inside the mind of a not so ex-party girl’s escape from her crazy life. Hailing from the Nation’s Capital, Q.B. Tyler, spends her days constructing her “happily ever afters” with a twist. Romantic comedies served with a side of smut and most importantly the love story that develops despite inconvenient circumstances.
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