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Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Deleted Scenes & New Releases with Palessa...

That Delicious Ache: Deleted Scene from Story of Us

If you had the chance to take back that one person who you loved with everything but who left you broken in so many pieces, would you? I'm talking about that person who you swore you would have children with, grow old with and just die with.  It's hard to give up on that kind of love because it's such a deep obsession that you would take any chance, any risk to resume it.

Take the case of Emiline Woodbridge and Julian Baxter. They were each other's first love and it was a powerful kind of love that made everyone who saw them together both envious and happy. But when a well-placed lie forces Julian to do the unthinkable, Emiline is the one who's faced with the decision.

Here's a deleted scene from Baxter Family Saga 3: Story of Us
Julian along with a few of his managers finished setting up his spot at the trade show conference. Baxter Chemicals was slowly getting back to rights after the rumors. It had taken him all this time to regain the reputation and put everyone's mind at ease. He looked at the wedding band on his finger and shook his head. Many seemed surprised by the news of his marriage to Joan but none more so than he was. For her part, she was trying to make the best of it but it took all his strength to be in the same room with her much less the same bed.

On their wedding night, all he could think about was Emiline, how responsive and beautiful she was. That got him through that night and few others since. Now that she was pregnant, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Joan's lecherous uncle made it a point to congratulate them on their joyous news and all he wanted to do was vomit.

What was done couldn't be undone, much like his father's marriage to his mother. He had barely spoken to his parents since the wedding and when he did see them, his father looked withdrawn, steeped in loathing. His once youthful visage had aged by a dozen years in a matter of months. His mother's wit was  more acerbic than ever and she used it more on herself than anyone else.
In the midst of his discontented musing, Julian saw her. She had her back to him, talking to an older man as he gave her some papers. Before he knew what he was doing, his feet were making their way to her.

"Excuse me," Julian saw her back stiffen when she heard him.

Emiline didn't dare turn around. Even after all this time, she remembered his beautiful eyes and how she loved peering into them. She graciously excused herself and walked away.

Julian quickly followed. Her pace was quick as she deftly maneuvered her way around every human obstacle in her path.

"Em, please." Julian cried, his voice taut. They were attracting some stares but neither cared.

Questioning why she was running, she stopped short and turned to him. "How dare you, Julian." She spat defiantly. Her hostility was not just against him but against the feelings he was stirring within her. The  feeling she had successfully convinced herself she no longer had until the moment she heard his voice. "You have no right to call my name or even speak to me as if we were friends."
Julian absorbed her verbal slap. She had a right to it but he had a right to grab the one moment of happiness he had since he married Joan.

Emiline walked away from him down the corridor past a few vacant rooms, looking for the exit.   Desperate, Julian caught her by the elbow and pulled her into one of them, eliciting a squeal along with a few choice words. He pushed her against the door, shutting it loudly. Even with the barrier of clothes between them, Julian could feel the heat emanating from her. He could smell that delicious sweet scent that made him heady every time they made love. 

Emiline looked at him. The man she loved to madness, whom she had wanted to have a house full of kids with, the man she would do anything for was in pain. His eyes held a deep sadness that made her heart tremble with grief. She still loved him.

“I'm sorry. I...” He leaned back, not pressing against her as heavily but he still held her because he missed he skin on his. “This wasn't how it was supposed to be.”

“I begged for you to tell me, Julian. I begged you to let me in and you slammed the door in my face. After everything, you just did that so easily.”

“It was anything but easy, Em.” She could see that same powerless look he had that night at her house.

With a trembling had, Emiline cupped the side of his face. Julian closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. He grabbed her hand and kissed her palm.

Unable to help herself, Emiline brushed his lips with her own. It was all it took for the passion to ignite as Julian held the back of her neck and pulled her to him. Her body was flush against his and he let his other hand wander down her back as his mouth devoured hers.

Emiline groaned as she felt his hardness against her stomach. She had been numb for so long that even the faintest touch from the only man she loved made her drunk.

“I missed you so much, Em.” his voice was breathy and gruff. “I missed your smell, your taste, the feel of you. She's not you.”

She.

That was the chain that yanked Emiline back to reality. She pulled away leaving Julian dazed and wobbly. He was no longer hers. He had left her cold and dead inside for months after shattering her heart. She would be damned if she would settle for his crumbs.

Pushing him gently away from her, it would take a force of will to calm her body back from the edge. Emiline straightened herself as best she could without a mirror. She touched her lips and made a mental note to reapply her glaze later.

Emiline looked at Julian, his eyes pleading and vulnerable. “Go back to your wife, Julian. There's nothing more for you here.”

For more about Julian and Emiline love, read Story of Us: http://amzn.to/Y5LnPe


About Story of Us
A Well-placed Lie...
Sadie MacManus dreams of having her own fashion house, much like up-and-coming French designer Dior. An unwanted and invisible orphan during WWII, her self-reliance and love for fashion are the only things she can count on. But Paris takes money. Thanks to a few little white lies, she trains and becomes a top notch secretary, good enough to grace the offices of Capitol Hill. With that opportunity, she earn by day so that she can keep her dream alive at night. Paris is getting closer…as long as she sticks to the plan.

Congressman-at-large Edward Baxter, nicknamed the Whirlwind of Washington uses his cleverness and smarts to get what he wants from the Hill. If he keeps it up, he may well be in line for one of the top spots one day; that is as long as the secrets of his life stay hidden. He's a dogged politician, a man focused on doing his best for the people of the country but he longs for something more to care about.
When Sadie and Edward first meet, it isn't exactly love at first sight. She is young, serious, and focused while he was always on the move wheeling and dealing. But through a series of events and encouragement from an unlikely source, they find their way into each other's arms and hearts.
They are at their happiest when an unexpected enemy threatens the career and life Edward had so carefully crafted. Decisions are made and lives are forced to change, including that of Edward's only son, Julian, who must do the unthinkable to save his family and the Baxter Chemicals legacy.
It's the story of how one family was brought to its knees by a well-placed lie and how it's haunted them for three generations until one belated act of love finally heals their heartbreak.


About Palessa:

Palessa started reading her first romance novel, at the age of 11. Then she got introduced to V.C. Andrews, Barbara Taylor Bradford, Anne Rice and many more notable contemporary authors as well as some of the classics, Age of Innocence, Their Eyes Were Watching God, The Great Gatsby and others. It was during her teenage years that she dabbled in writing. First, it was in her diaries, then she started creating characters, stories about romance, the supernatural and much more. Being an International Baccalaureate student as well as entering college, left little time for writing and so she put it and the ideas aside to pursue a career. It would take almost 20 years, a radical move from the city she grew up in, Miami, FL back to her Caribbean birthplace, and a chance Facebook meeting with Sable Hunter to start the juices flowing again. After some fits and starts, the Baxter Family Saga was born. Unchained Hearts is Palessa's first published fiction book with Beau Coup Publishing. Book 2: Portrait of Gray was released April 2014 and Book 3 will be out Aug/Sept 2014. She considers herself just a storyteller that sees no reason to shy away from the juicier romantic elements. She currently lives in the mountains of Jamaica with her crazy, cracker-munching-mutt Ivy and a farm, primarily managed by agribusiness partner, also known as Dad.

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In honor of the new release of Story of Us, Book 2, Portrait of Gray is on sale for just $1.89 from 9/19/2014 – 9/21/2014
Here's a sneak peek:


"Close your eyes," she ordered.

"What?"

"Just do it."

Grayson complied. He heard a rustling sound, light footsteps, and then she said, "Open your mouth." He tried to partially open one eye and she barked, "No peeking."

When he did, she gently placed something round. He closed his mouth and when he broke the chocolate shell, molten lava of milk chocolate coated his tongue.

"Oh my God," he moaned, chewing. "What is this?"

"My cousin came back from Switzerland and brought these truffle balls. She snuck them in a stuffed animal with a note. I tasted one and I couldn't stop. Good thing she sent me two bags."

Chocolate was on the list of forbidden foods for many of the residents. It wasn't that they could never eat it, but at a time when their bodies were so new to the healing process, milk chocolate could trigger a blood sugar spike, according to Damian.

Looking at Bindi, Grayson narrowed his eyes. "How many have you had?"

"Three or four," she admitted coyly. He kept staring at her. "Maybe seven or eight."

He made a quick dash and grabbed the bear, holding it high. "I think I should store these with me for safe keeping."

"Like hell you will," she said, jumping to try and get the bear from him. Why did he have to be so damn tall and why wasn't her five-foot-eight height enough? She stopped momentarily, breathing heavily and growling at the satisfied look on his face. She had to wipe it off and that was when she came up with a different tactic. Narrowing her eyes, she poked him in the ribs. That produced the reaction she needed as he gasped and lowered his arms. She did it again and Grayson felt his knees weaken. It was a good thing the bed was right behind him. He had no idea he was even ticklish and unfortunately had no way to fight back against the assault.

Bindi grinned evilly, enjoying the torture she was inflicting. He was laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe and if he was ever going to survive this he had to stop her. He put his arms around her and held her close to him. She squealed and laughed, pleading for him to let her go and give her the bear. She got an arm free and reached for it, her breasts brushing against his chest. Their laughter was dying down. Her hot breath moistened his lips. He looked into her eyes and saw them burning bright. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.

They leaned into each other and their lips met. At first it was tentative, tender, as if they were testing and teasing each other. Then their passions flared and their tongues fought for delicious domination. Grayson moaned. A part of him wanted to run away. The intensity he felt overwhelmed him.

Sensing his trepidation, Bindi pulled away. "It feels like it's your first time, doesn't it?" Grayson nodded, his breath ragged. "It's like you don't know what to do and you just want to run away."

"How did you know?" he asked her.


Bindi got up from him and she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, keeping her eyes on his. There it was, that sensuous curve he remembered from that night at the pond. He stared at her, licking his lips. "I've been there. The sensations of pleasure you feel, it's like you're drowning and need to come up for air." She unhooked her bra and gently shrugged it off. Her succulent breasts spilled over and Grayson felt his manhood come to life. She unbuttoned her skirt, then discarded it along with her panties. She stood there fully naked and unashamed....

Grab your copy of Portrait of Gray on sale 9/19-9/21: http://amzn.to/1lBpfGD

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Thank you for joining us today, Palessa.

Best wishes,
~Author Jennifer Labelle~
http://www.jenniferlabelle.com

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