I had a couple new reviews this week on I KISSED THE BOY NEXT DOOR. It's always nice to have comments on older stories.
★★★★★ "LOVED IT. Loved the book. You should totally get it. But I wish there was a second book like a series to this one. But I loved the ending"
★★★★★ "I loved the book a lot. I think my sister would like this book a lot. Love story's like these."
Don't forget to buy a copy of my latest new releases, SUIT (Best-Dressed Series #1) and LOVE & ROSES while they're 99 cents. Also, my very first fiction book, MISSING, is on sale for only 99 cents! Visit the blog for all the sale links!
I finalized the book cover for the 4th book in THE FLORIDA IRISH series. Book 3 will be out sometime this summer.
Here's this week's excerpts:
One warm palm raised her cheek. “I want you to be happy,” he said. His other hand soon joined the first, and he cradled her face. “Are you happy, Bella?”
Her answer rose on her tongue, but sat there, abandoned. How could she say yes when she was so unsure? She and Fredrick had so much time together, but Benito … he captured her heart.
Her eyes moistened almost involuntarily, and Benito began to croon. What he spoke, she had no idea, nor did she ask, but he made a pattern across her skin with his thumbs, a caress reaching deep into her soul, and she heard her weeping, unable to stop it. Her tears dampened his fingers, sealing them in place.
She was a shark. He saw that after the first shot. She knew how to play this and had played it many times. That made him her chump. She’d picked him out, thinking he was easy. So then what was with the kiss? The first one may have been to draw him in, but the second one … the second one was of her own free will, and she’d enjoyed it.
He’d taken a risk allowing her to break, and he should have been sweating more as she dropped ball after ball in the pocket. But he wasn’t. Nor was he surprised when, with one ball left, she faltered. It was the eight ball, ironically. It banked off the wall and rolled toward the pocket, nothing in its way, and suddenly stopped cold.
A wasted life. A long, hard wasted life. That was her mama and daddy’s. Daddy worked himself to death, keeling over of a heart attack at work late one night and leaving his family with no breadwinner. Nobody but Mama who hadn’t held a job a day in her life, had no skills, and couldn’t read or count. They’d only survived on the kindness of strangers and the piddly death benefit check sent each month.
Five kids, each a year or two apart, each needin’ clothing, food, and a ride to school, with only a pocketful of change to spread between them. That made the dimes and nickels and quarters precious, like diamonds, and small gestures like a bottle of milk or a cupful of rice, the greatest treasure.
Suzanne D. Williams
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Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.