by Cecilia London
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Published by Principatum Publishing on December 7th 2015
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Haunted by her experience at The Fed, Caroline tries to create a new identity. A new present, a new future. She can’t escape the memories that dog her when she least expects it, leaving her mired in a depression that she finds difficult to escape. Caroline needs to regain her physical and mental strength if she intends on surviving the journey to find the elusive rebellion. But that’s easier said than done with the ghosts of the past constantly whispering in her ear.
The road is long and dangerous, and there are no guarantees. She and her companions have no idea what they will find when they arrive at their destination. And what they finally discover may change everything.
Part Three of a Six Part Saga. Sojourn (approximately 89,000 words) is not a standalone and must be read after the first two books in the series. Ends in a cliffhanger. For readers 18+. This book contains adult situations including explicit sex and violence.
Caroline felt soft lips against her cheek. A sweet voice in her ear.“Hello, sweetheart.”She curled in closer to the voice and was greeted by a hard, muscular chest. Two strong arms came around her shoulders.Jack chuckled. “You don’t know what it does to a man when he walks into his bedroom and sees his wife sprawled out on the bed wearing nothing but a blouse and a garter belt.”
“Tired,” she mumbled. “Took a nap.”
His hands moved down her body. “Managed to take off your skirt, though.”
She’d come home after a hectic morning at one of her field offices. Early July meant constituent families would visit her with their kids in tow to give them a lesson in democracy. Caroline thought it was cute, though it did make her miss Marguerite and Sophie. After a few meetings she’d come home intending to take the shortest of breaks before preparing for the next morning’s House session.
“Meant to get to the rest of my clothes after I rested my eyes for a minute,” she said.
Jack chuckled again, nuzzling her cheek. “You failed.”
Her husband was in Pennsylvania campaigning. Why was he in her bed? “Is this a dream?”
“No. If it is, the black hose and matching bra are a nice touch,” he said, starting to unbutton her blouse. “We’ll have to work on a French maid outfit for next time.”
“Didn’t think about it. It’s what I wore to work.”
His fingers trailed down her stomach, toward her belly button. They drifted over her garter belt. “Why did you wear this today?”
“It reminds me of you.”
He withdrew his hands. “You did think about it.”
Caroline fell into his arms again, half asleep. “Don’t know.”
Jack kissed her neck, casually palming one of her breasts. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered. “I want you.”
She was trying to picture what she must look like half undressed and drowsy as hell. “My laziness turns you on?” she asked, trying to open her eyes.
“You call it laziness, I call it consideration. Next time you can get completely naked and I won’t mind.”
She had to be dreaming. “What are you doing here?”
“This week has been hell. Being in hotel rooms, sleeping alone, wishing you were there beside me…I wanted to see you.”
“You have a campaign to attend to.”
“I have my job here in Washington, too. And a woman I love, who needs me.” He snaked his fingers down her body, inching closer to her panty line. “I’ve missed this. It’s been too long, baby.”
She blinked and saw him lying next to her. “You really are here.”
Jack smiled. “You thought it was a dream?”
She spent half her time whether asleep or awake thinking about him and his magic hands. And tongue. And other things. “I can never be sure.”
“Do you have a lot of dreams about me coming into our bedroom and ravishing you in your sleep?”
Oh, the stories she could tell. “A lady reveals nothing,” she said softly. “But since I’m not a lady, I’ll tell you that yes, I dream about it all the time.”