Breathe Out by Martha Sweeney ExcerptOkay, ladies.  For those of you who did not receive an ARC of Breathe Out, book #2 of the Just Breathe series, here’s a little teaser for you . . . it’s the first few paragraphs of the book.  NOW, I must warn you, if you haven’t read Breathe In yet, this will be a SPOILER!  So, if you don’t like spoilers, make sure you go to Amazon to purchase your copy of Breathe In, or you can visit Barnes & Noble, Nook, iBook or Google Play (available in both eBook and paperback).  Links are also provided on the right sidebar of this post.  –>

Below is a teaser, the first few official paragraphs of Breathe Out.  You have been warned that below is a SPOILER, so continue reading at your own risk . . . (ENJOY!)

Breathe In left off on Chapter 46 with . . . well, I’m not going to say what happened if you haven’t read it, so go read it now before continuing. 🙂

Breathe Out – Beginning of Chapter 47 (snip bit)

As I wake from unrestful slumber, the memories of last night flood my brain, temporarily dulling the pain in my head and sinfully exciting my sex.  My eyes open just a tiny little bit as my body staggers to the bathroom from the throbbing need to pee.  The very sensation of relieving myself stimulates my clitoris, reminding me of Joe’s tongue swirling over it last night.  God — I want him.  I want him even more now than I did before last night.

Strolling back into my bedroom, my eyes try to focus on the clock.  It’s just after eight in the morning, indicating that it’s not too early to text Anna that I’ll come and get Sadie.  Taking out my phone, I momentarily panic, not sure why it isn’t working.  Oh, yeah — I remember now.  I turned it off in the cab when Joe tried to call me for the third time after I left his hotel room in a hurry at two in the morning.

Once my phone turns on, it rapidly buzzes at me, alerting that there are multiple text and voicemail messages.  Ignoring them, I text Anna.  “I’m home.  Let me know when you’re free and I’ll come get Sadie.”

Scared to confront my actions from last night, I decide to only see who contacted me.  Jared hasn’t written back to my message from two twenty-nine saying that I was going home.  However, there are three texts messages, six missed calls and two voice messages from Joe.  My finger hovers over the text message icon, but I can’t will myself to look — even though I want to.

It takes Anna five minutes to write back that she’s about to run some errands, so she’ll stop by in a few minutes with Sadie.  I don’t have enough time to shower, to really shower before Anna gets here, so I decide to wash my face, brush my hair and teeth and change.  I’m not interested in looking like a person who just had a hot, erotic, mind-blowing night of sex and didn’t bother to rinse off before having visitors. 

The sex — God — was it good.  It was better than good.  It was — there are no words to describe it, because I’ve never had sex like that before.  Is that even possible?  It can’t be.  It must have been a fluke — a first-time luck kind of thing.  My curiosity is peaked.  I definitely need to fuck Joe again to find out.  Will he want to?  I mean — maybe it wasn’t that good for him.  Maybe I’m just left wondering and will never know.  Is this what it’s like for some of the men I’ve slept with only once?  Is that why Chris is the way he is with me?  This is torture — sheer torture!

The apartment buzzer goes off right as I’m in the middle of unpacking the bags I took with me for Maggie’s and Henry’s wedding weekend.

“Hi, Anna. It’s open.  Just come right in when you get up here,” I instruct with my finger on the intercom button.

The sound of Sadie’s paws running across the wooden floor energizes me as I finish checking myself in the bathroom.  Sadie and I eagerly greet each other at the base of my bed.

“Hey, pretty girl!”  My hands rub Sadie in all her favorite places as she bangs into my body, almost making me fall from my squatting position.  “I missed you too, sweetie!”

Sadie follows me the few steps out to the living room as I go to meet Anna.  My eyes deliberately blink a second and third time when I don’t see Anna in my apartment — I see Joe.

Thanks for stopping by.

Martha

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