Thursday, September 3, 2015

Running Away (Just Say Yes #4) by Jen Andrews

Title: Running Away
Series: Just Say Yes, #4
Author: Jen Andrews
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published: August 26, 2015
Nearing age thirty, Jeremy James is cruising along in life, doing as he pleases. No girlfriend, no wife, no drama. Women go as easily as they come, but inside, he feels something’s missing. After the birth of his niece, Hannah, and a not so gentle nudge from his sister, Zoey, Jeremy decides to make a change in his life and settle down. 
Then he meets Teagan Donnelly.
And she wants nothing to do with him.
Teagan has recently come out of a three year relationship with a man who cheated, shamed her, and berated her for her weight and life choices. The once secure yet spirited woman cannot figure out what Jeremy wants with her.
For Jeremy, it’s plain and simple. He wants Teagan to stop running away and give him a chance. But for Teagan, taking a chance with Jeremy means she could lose herself all over again.
 
“I loved this book, it was my favorite of the series. In the previous books Andy captivated my heart from the beginning but Jeremy definitely stole it. Jen Andrews again made me love the characters since the beginning.” ~ Eunices Book Corner
“5 stars! This was such a beautifully written book!! I really enjoyed reading this series and this book as well! Great character development and the story flowed so well.” ~ Alpha Book Club
Now, I was taking her wishes seriously and moving on, quitting my “path of self-destruction” as Teagan had called it. Well, if I was on a path of self-destruction, Teagan was the fucking tour guide. Yes, I was angry with her, but I’d finally accepted that we were over.

I was tired of being miserable. Tired of not sleeping, and tired of being in my house alone. As soon as I’d gotten home from the funeral, I’d packed all of my clothes and personal shit I used every day, and had gone to stay at the apartment above the shop.
Since the apartment was fully furnished I hadn’t needed to bring anything from my house. All the furniture and everything else could stay there for all I cared. Which, in turn, made me feel extremely guilty after all the work my sister put in to making my home perfect.
With the apartment being quiet and containing nothing familiar to me, I’d finally started to relax for the first time in months. The place held no reminders of Teagan, no reminders of Cammie, and no reminders of the house that I loved so much but which I knew I wouldn’t be going back to.
I had tried to live a normal life. I had tried to make a home. I had tried falling in love and making a life with someone.
I had fucking failed.
Miserably.

“Lie still,” he said, backing away from me.

Not a problem, I didn’t think I could move even if I wanted to. Which was good, because I didn’t want to. I was going to let him do whatever he wanted to me because I had no doubt I’d enjoy every second of it.
My eyes fluttered open to view the dark sapphire blue of the California night sky. Stars twinkled as the moon made its way across the horizon.
A cold, wet trail from the fruit in Jeremy’s very skillful fingers, slowly made its way up my thigh, followed immediately by his hot tongue warming my skin as he licked off the juice. Just when I thought he was going to make contact with my center, he veered to the right, and up over my hip.
I whimpered at his blatant neglect, and my hands instinctively seized his head. I gripped his hair tightly, wanting to direct him to where I craved him most.
Jeremy let out a low chuckle. “All in good time, pretty girl,” he whispered.
He placed another piece of peach on my stomach then sucked the chunk of fruit into his mouth. Another piece appeared in his hand from somewhere—this time half a peach. He squeezed the fruit, dripping the cold juice over my stomach. The liquid warmed quickly as my skin was ablaze from Jeremy’s delicious torture.
“Jeremy, please,” I crooned.
His mouth made contact with my hot skin, his tongue licking away the peach juice. He kissed and nibbled his way down my stomach, then pulled away from me. My body ached with the need for him to touch me again.

Jen Andrews was raised in a small town in Northern California, and still lives in the same county where she was born. She is a self-proclaimed music and lyric addict. She grew up in a ‘car family’ so her life has been spent around old hot rods. She and her husband, Jake, even have a few of their own. In her spare time, Jen loves to travel wherever she can. She finally lived her dream of traveling to New Zealand to see her favorite rugby team, the All Blacks, play. Jen loves to do photography as a hobby and continues to write.
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