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Hello all! I am Elaine Wood, a wife, mother, and teacher. I was born and raised in Long Island, New York but I’ve called Jacksonville, Florida home for the last 23 years. My husband and I enjoy spending time with our three daughters and volunteering in our community. I have always enjoyed reading but only recently discovered a passion for writing. I especially enjoy writing short stories, poetry and my favorite, romance/erotica. I am currently working on the third book in the Tatiana series. I am anxiously looking forward to seeing what happens in the next book!
Here is a short sample from the book:
He stops as we walk along the starlit beach of Montego Bay and he lifts my hand and gently kisses my wrist, never taking his eyes from mine. I feel his warm breath against my skin and I shudder at the intoxicating mixture his body’s warmth and the gentle, warm breeze of the evening. My bright, white, cotton maxi dress flutters against both our legs. He brushes a wisp of hair off my cheek.
“Tat, you know it has always been you. We’ve known each other a long time, woman, yet my heart still pounds like crazy when I’m thinking of you.”
“Yeah, we have known each other a long time, Rodney,” I say almost to myself. “You were the cutest boy I’d ever seen and an even better friend during those early college days.” But that was another lifetime ago and I’ve had a marriage, a divorce, and kids since then. He didn’t want to commit back then. He broke my heart. I went on with my life, eventually. Several years later I married and started a family. I put all thoughts of him aside and moved on, he gave me no choice. Then when my divorce was final and my friends decided I needed to get away, we came to Montego Bay to celebrate. Rodney just happened to be in the same hotel spending some R&R time alone. We ended up spending a lot of time together, alone. Our time together ended with me breaking his heart, this time, by declining his proposal. That was almost two years ago.
I am meeting up with friends tomorrow to mix things up for the next four days in this Jamaican paradise. The plan is for us to unleash our brand of decadence, on the island, cougar-style, and leave with no regrets. Running into the one man who could change all my plans with a few sensual kisses and a second proposal is not going to fit into those plans. The irony of meeting him in the same place I last saw him, with him saying pretty much the same thing, is a little unnerving.
“Rodney, I…..” I stammer for gentle words. This man, in another situation, another time, would have been all I ever wanted or needed. He stole a piece of my heart so long ago and never gave it back. He was the one who promised me paradise, not once, but now twice, and from everything I know about him, he can more than deliver on his promise. I don’t want to hurt him, I still care a great deal for him. I also don’t want to cut any ties with him. I am at a loss for words. Just thinking about all this is weighing so heavily on me. My chest is heavy and I refuse to let the tears I feel coming spill down my cheeks. Taking a deep breath, I look up at him and am met with a comforting smile and the most incredibly sexy eyes.
Gently, he says, “I know, I know. I had to try though. I can see your thoughts. You never did master a poker face, did you?” He chuckles and kisses that vein on my neck that is about to burst. “How about this….let’s spend time together over the next few days? I have a home here, on the beach. I can cook for you, show you around the island, and just have some fun. What do you say?”
On one hand, I am relieved that he gave me an out without me having to fumble over the words, then on the other hand, I’m intrigued about his new offer. “You always did have a way of both calming me and of ruffling my feathers at the same time.” I give him an alluring smile.
“But they’re such lovely feathers,” he says while nuzzling my neck.
That exchange seems to have let off some of the pressure between us. He kisses my hand and we continue to walk for a while longer with the moon lighting our way. He soon has me laughing and traveling with him down memory lane as we leave a trail of footprints along the shore. It is a great evening, so far.
* * *
Arm in arm Rodney walks me back to my room. The mood is casual and comfortable. We enjoy the conversation as much as the moments of quiet as we recount memories from our past. We reach my door just as we start laughing over one of our crazier memories. Just as I am about to insert the card key in the door with my free hand, Rodney places his hand over mine, stopping me from unlocking the door. I turn to look up at him questioningly. He takes the card key from me and unlocks and opens the door. I look back at him again as gently drops my arm and steps back to allow me to enter. Once inside the door I turn to find him still standing where I had left him. He takes my hand and kisses the back of it then says, “Good night, Tat, same time tomorrow?”
“Yes, Rodney. Same time but call me in the morning just so I can check with my girls, they’ll be in by mid-morning.”
“I will; and I look forward to spending more time with you.”
“Me too, suga. Maybe we can make new memories during the next few days,” I say, raising my eyebrows.
“I’d definitely like that! Come here girl, give me a hug to get me through the night.”
I walk towards him and wrap my arms around his neck. With his face buried in my hair I hear and feel him inhale my fragrance, wrapping me snugly in his arms.
“You know I’ve always loved your perfume. This one smells like wildflowers, mmmm, nice.”
“I’m glad you like it.” With my head laying against his chest I also inhale his scent, he smells amazing. “Is that Tuscan Leather by Tom Ford that you’re wearing?”
“Yes, a gift to myself! I’d had a great week at work that week and thought I deserved a treat.” He smiled as he remembered.
“Well it suits you.” I say as I close my eyes, and deeply inhale his cologne and male scent before stepping back. “Well, I’ll talk to you in the morning.”
“Yes, I’ll call you. Have a good night Tatiana.” He kisses my cheek and I head into my room, softly closing the door.
I catch my reflection in the mirror next to the door; my windblown hair is not giving me that “cute” look I thought I was working! I wonder how long I’ve been looking like this. Shaking my head over that moment of vanity, I bring up my playlist and select smooth jazz. I drop my cell onto my charging pad and crank up the volume.
During my shower I reflect on the day spent with Rodney and my original plans for this vacation. Seeing him again was completely unexpected but still very nice. If it’s even possible, he’s better looking now than ever. Age is looking real good on that man. I’ve got to stop thinking about him! I’ll never get to sleep if I don’t!
I pour myself a glass of white wine, light my wild jasmine scented candle for a slight change from my usual honeysuckle scent and spend extra time slathering myself with my scented body butter. I get lost in the mingling scents and the day’s effects of the alcohol and the soothing music. My skin is smooth and warm. I take a deep swallow of the lightly colored, sweet wine; tonight’s choice is a smooth, sweet Moscato. I let the fruity liquid slide down my throat. My mood enhancing efforts are working well to get me relaxed but I still cannot fall asleep.