Just when you thought there wasn’t any MOORE…
From USA Today bestselling author Julie A. Richman, comes a companion title to her Needing Moore series. MOORE THAN A FEELING is now available! Grab your copy of MOORE THAN A FEELING today!
About MOORE THAN A FEELING:
"Holly and Aiden broke up? Seriously? No way. Not those two."
Dumped.
No, not only dumped.
Blindsided and dumped.
I thought that Aiden McManus was my forever, my soulmate,
That was until he told me he was still in love with his ex.
I didn't want to believe him.
So, I convinced myself that our break-up was because of his upcoming deployment,
and not because he didn't love me.
Believing that, helped me get through those first months.
But after a while, I realized I just might be lying to myself.
And it was time to move on...
So, I moved on. Or tried to move on, anyway.
But that didn’t work out so well for me, either.
And it practically got me disowned from my family.
After that, I finally started to get my life back together,
I had everything back under control…
…Or so I thought.
Until I found out Aiden was back
And now he’s everywhere I turn,
Still pushing me away,
telling me he doesn’t want me.
But every time he calls me Angel or reaches out to touch my cheek,
I know what he's not admitting to himself –
He still loves me.
And I'm going to prove it to him.
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EXCERPT:
“Busted,” he whispered in her ear, coming up from behind, just as Holly sent a text to Mia saying, Anything?
Sticking her phone into the back pocket of her worn jeans shorts, Holly smiled at Jenna’s very handsome older brother, Pierce. Man buns were not usually her thing, and pulling one off was reserved for seriously hot men, but this guy totally rocked it. With a casual, laid-back vibe, a few days’ scruff, a very colorful full-sleeve of ink on his left arm, and hazel eyes that leaned more toward green than brown, rimmed in enviably long, dark lashes, this man was hard not to notice.
Holly immediately felt eyes on them — from everywhere. The glare of all the other single women at the party felt like an undertow of bitchy female energy, making Holly feel more alone than she already did. Alone in a crowd was not an alien feeling to her, though it would probably surprise most people. It generally took Holly a long time to find her crowd, and it typically wasn’t what people might expect her to gravitate toward.
“It’s a party. You gotta mingle.” His accent was thick New York. He took a swig of his beer. “Or I could just keep you to myself,” he flirted.
Feeling self-conscious, she changed the subject to neutral ground. “This is my first time in Carroll Gardens. I’ve been in Brooklyn a bunch of times, mostly in the Heights. We have a close family friend there, but I’ve never walked this far down. I love all these brownstones, and the outdoor space your sister has is amazing. Do you live nearby?” She was rambling, and she wasn’t sure if it was because she was so uncomfortable or because he was so good-looking.
Jenna’s ground-level-floor-thru apartment had exclusive use of the small rectangular yard, which held enough space for a grill and fifteen guests. At the very back of the yard she had a plastic blow-up kiddie pool filled with water. Holly wondered if, as the afternoon heat and humidity climbed, the party-goers would be stepping in to cool themselves off.
Taking a swig from his beer bottle, Pierce shared, “Not too far. I’m in the Slope. No private backyard, but I’m not too far from Prospect Park.”
“That must be nice.” Trying hard to stay in the moment, Holly searched her brain for something to say to this handsome, seemingly nice guy, and her mind just blanked out.
“So, let me ask you a question,” he began, filling in the silence. “My sister tells me you’re not involved with anyone. How is that possible?”
Holly smiled, Pierce had obviously been inquiring about her. New Yorkers were so direct. That had initially taken some getting used to, but it was actually refreshing, and moved things from superficial to real at warp speed, and that was something she liked. “Bad break-up. Still recuperating.”
“Is he fucking nuts?” Pierce took another swig.
Watching his throat muscles and Adam’s apple in motion was oddly erotic. Maybe it’s the sheen of sweat covering them, Holly thought, followed immediately by the memory of Aiden’s salty skin waking the taste buds on her tongue.
“I’ll volunteer to be your transition guy,” offered Pierce with a smile.
“Thanks. Appreciate the offer, but you’re a little late to the party.” Holly laughed.
“Well, he’s not here, what happened to that guy?” Pierce was persistent.
Reaching out and taking the beer from his hands, Holly took a swig. “I think we’re going to need some Jack for that story.”
“You, I like.” He laughed. “I don’t think my sister’s got any, but there’s a liquor store up on Court Street, we can take a walk up there and get a bottle.”
“Let’s do it.” Holly wanted to get away from the stare of female eyes that were taking on an increasingly hostile glare, especially those of a brunette who was going to regret her dark microbladed eyebrows when, in a few years, she looked back at pictures of herself.
As they walked down Second Place, Holly asked, “So, what’s with you and the lady in the revealing pink halter.”
Pierce started to laugh and began to cough. “Holly, that ain’t no lady.”
“No? Now I’m intrigued. I’ll bet you have a lot better stories than I have.”
“I don’t know how she got an invite today. She’s my version of a stalker.”
“Did you deserve it?”
He thought for a moment. “Yeah, probably.”
“Drive-by?”
“Yeah, I couldn’t pull out fast enough.”
Holly’s eyes widened, as she looked at him, the front of her sandal catching on the uneven sidewalk. Reaching out and catching her shoulder, Pierce steadied her.
“Oh shit, that didn’t come out the way I wanted it to.”
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About Julie A. Richman:USA TODAY Bestselling author Julie A. Richman is a native New Yorker living deep in the heart of Texas, home to great music, BBQ, and awesome Tex-Mex. An award-winning nature photographer plagued with insatiable wanderlust, Julie spent many years scratching the travel itch while helping non-profit organizations and corporations with their marketing and advertising programs.
Currently, Julie has published Searching for Moore, Moore to Lose, Moore than Forever, Bad Son Rising, Needing Moore:The Complete Series, Henry's End, Slave to Love, The Do-Over and Love on the Edge of Time. She has works included in Pink Shades of Words 2014 & 2015, Tempting Fate Boxed Set, Intense Boxed Set, Intense 2 Boxed Set and the Cocktales Anthology.
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