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One to Leave

Series: One to Hold , Book 5.0
By: Tia Louise | Other books by Tia Louise
Published By: TL Productions
Published: Dec 29, 2014
ISBN # 00000000
Word Count: 75,000
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Categories: Romance>Contemporary Romance>Westerns/Cowboys Romance>Erotic Romance


One to Leave (One to Hold) by Tia Louise - Romance>Contemporary eBook

Stuart Knight is a wounded Marine turned Sexy Cowboy. Mariska Heron is the gypsy girl who steals his heart...

Some demons can't be shaken off.
Some wounds won't heal.

Until a pair of hazel eyes knocks you on your ass, and you realize it's time to stop running.
~Stuart Knight

WARNING: Adult Contemporary Romance: Due to strong language and elements of erotic romance, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18. (M/F) #SexyCowboys
Reader Rating:   5.0 starstarstarstarstar (1 Ratings)
Sensuality Rating:   liplipliplip
Editorial Reviews:
From Shayna Reneeâs Spicy Reads
FIVE STARS: The BEST One To Hold novel to date! Stuart not only broke my heart, but carefully mended it back together.
From Reading Past My Bedtime Reviews
If you're looking for a super sexy cowboy with a past to fall in love with One to Leave is definitely the book to pick up!
From Jezabell Girl Reviews
FIVE STARS: I swear Tia's writing gets hotter and hotter and some of the scenes (*phew*) were extremely spicy.
From Somertime Book Blog
Utterly mind-blowing, One to Leave is steamy, electrifying, and heart wrenching.
From Jenny H., Goodreads
Five Stars: A great book about love, acceptance of who you are and where you are suppose to be, and also knowing when you need help you are not weak when you reach for it.

If you asked where this sudden surge of bravery came from, I’d have to be honest. I had no fucking idea. Stuart rode into the barn looking like sex on two legs… very tired sex on two legs, but sex on two legs all the same, and I made up my mind. After the way he kissed me yesterday, I didn’t care what type of bullshit line he tried to spin, Stuart Knight was in the same space as me. He was fighting hard, but he wanted this.
Now I was in his bedroom ordering him around, and he was actually allowing it. Humoring me, more like it. Not for one minute was I suffering from the delusion that this man took orders from anyone. Still, for whatever reason, exhaustion or simple curiosity, he let me take the lead.
Once his shirt was off, I couldn’t hide the hitch in my breath at the site of his lined torso. Ridges crossed his abdomen, lines stretched across his broad shoulders and down his arms. He lay on his stomach across the mattress, and it was all I could do not to run my tongue over every inch of his beautiful body. Instead, I quickly took off my boots, and for good measure as well as increased mobility (yes, that was my excuse), I removed my denim shorts.
Lightly I smoothed my palm across his lower back, trying to remember the touches I’d learned in the few massage therapy classes I’d taken. Why hadn’t I taken more? Kneading a little harder, I knew I had to get lower, down into the pelvic area to give him relief.
“Do you mind if I remove your boxers?” My voice was breathless and trembling. Those snug, dark briefs didn’t hide much, but I knew once I saw that ass, I’d be a goner.
One word. He’d sounded almost as cautious as me when he said it. Closing my eyes, I shook myself. Now was the time. This was my man. If I was going to make it happen, if I was going to make any of this make sense, from the day I left Bayville to this moment, I had to go for it. Fate had dropped this opportunity straight in my lap.
Inhaling a quiet breath, I gently pulled the waistband out and lowered it down his legs. I knew what was on the other side, pressed between his pelvis and the mattress, and I didn’t want to hurt him. Miraculously, I got his underwear off, and
Square and tight, with palm-sized indentations on each side… for a moment, I could only stare at his backside. Perfect, tight, and golden as the rest of him. Climbing back onto my knees, I did my best to take the quietest deep breath in the history of recorded time. It trembled going in, and my hand trembled reaching out. I touched him. He seemed to breathe at that exact moment as well—almost as if he’d been holding his breath, too.

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One to Leave

By: Tia Louise