Brighton Walsh recently released Tessa Ever After. This standalone sequel to Caged in Winter focuses on Tessa's day to day struggles of being a single parent. Since life has a tendency to bring her down and throw her curve ball after curve ball She turns to her brother's best friend to help her through. Jason is a sweet, funny and rich playboy who somehow finds himself only wanting to be with Tessa and her adorable daughter.
If you are looking for a cute, real life romance about falling in love
with the one person you are told not to, this one is for you!
Today, we are pleased to give you the opportunity to introduce you to the explosive chemistry between these two characters in a scorching EXCLUSIVE sneak peek that will leave you wanting more.
Also, be sure to enter to WIN both Caged in Winter & Tessa Ever After. Good Luck & Enjoy!
If you are looking for a cute, real life romance about falling in love
with the one person you are told not to, this one is for you!
Today, we are pleased to give you the opportunity to introduce you to the explosive chemistry between these two characters in a scorching EXCLUSIVE sneak peek that will leave you wanting more.
Also, be sure to enter to WIN both Caged in Winter & Tessa Ever After. Good Luck & Enjoy!
Exclusive Excerpt: Meet Jason & Tessa
Jason doesn’t give me any warning before he captures my mouth with his, pushing through my lips to slide his tongue against mine without waiting for any indication from me. This kiss is a promise . . . a possession, and I love every second of it.
His hands grapple at me, pulling at the too-wide neckline of my sleep shirt until it falls off my shoulder and not stopping until he has the front pulled below my breast. A groaned curse leaves his lips as he descends, placing sharp, nipping kisses down my chest until he gets to my nipple and sucks it harshly into his mouth.
I cry out, my hands flying to his hair as one of his hands reaches for my yoga pants, pulling the side down until half my ass hangs out the back and he has an unobstructed path into my panties. And then his whole hand disappears under the cotton of my underwear, his fingers stroking, back and forth, up and down, until I’m panting and grasping to him for support.
“Come on, baby. Give me one out here.” His strokes turn measured, his fingers sliding down to slip inside me, and then stroking back up to circle the wetness around my clit. Faster and faster until I can barely see straight. Breath against my ear, forehead resting on the wall beside my head, he says, “Come on my hand, then I’m going to take you to your bedroom, lay you facedown on the bed so you can muffle your screams in a pillow, pull that pretty little ass up, and fuck you until you come again.”
“God,” I say on a moan, my whole body tightening until it’s almost painful, his words and promises only pushing me that much further. “Just . . . just take me now. Now, Jason.” I don’t even recognize my voice—all throaty and breathless, begging someone to fuck her.
“No, not until you come.”
I groan, dropping my head back against the wall, and move my hips against his hand faster, pressing down on his seeking fingers, wanting him deeper, harder, wanting him to take me like he kissed me. With complete and utter possession.
He slides his fingers as deep as he can, curling them inside me, his palm grinding against my clit, and fireworks explode behind my eyelids.
“Fuck yeah,” he groans against my neck. “Knew you’d give it to me.”
Jason peels the clothes from my body as he walks me backward to my bedroom, and by the time he’s kicked the door shut behind us, I’m completely naked.
“Get on the bed, Tess. Just like I said.”
I nod, moving until the backs of my knees hit the mattress, not ready to turn my back on him and miss a second of him stripping off his own clothes. He does it quickly and efficiently, and when his boxers are on the floor with everything else and he takes himself in his hand, gripping tightly and groaning, I drop back on the bed, not sure my legs can even support me any longer.
I do as he said in the living room, lying on my stomach, watching him over my shoulder as he walks toward me. He traces a line up both legs with his fingers, then he leans down and bites me right on my ass.
“Hey!” I yelp, then moan as he licks a path straight up my spine, straddling my thighs as he goes. He kisses my shoulder blades, brushes the hair away from my neck, and kisses me there, too.
Then he pulls back and grips my hips, saying, “Lift up for me, baby.”
With his legs pressed to the outside of mine, I’m forced to keep my thighs together. I lift up as best I can, helping him guide me into the position he wants me, his cock sliding up and down the length of me, driving me out of my damn mind. “Jason,” I groan, trying to push back against him.
“Are you wet enough? I’m not sure you are.”
The question is absurd because I can hear him sliding through me. I open my mouth to tell him just that when he backs away, and then he grips the outside of my thighs and gives me one long, slow, torturous lick from my clit to my entrance.
“Oh my God . . .”
He moves his face down, the tip of his tongue pressing to my clit as he hooks two fingers inside of me and proceeds to steal every breath from my lungs. I tighten around him, barreling closer and closer to my second orgasm, his answering groan reverberating against me and shoving me the rest of the way over.
His hands grapple at me, pulling at the too-wide neckline of my sleep shirt until it falls off my shoulder and not stopping until he has the front pulled below my breast. A groaned curse leaves his lips as he descends, placing sharp, nipping kisses down my chest until he gets to my nipple and sucks it harshly into his mouth.
I cry out, my hands flying to his hair as one of his hands reaches for my yoga pants, pulling the side down until half my ass hangs out the back and he has an unobstructed path into my panties. And then his whole hand disappears under the cotton of my underwear, his fingers stroking, back and forth, up and down, until I’m panting and grasping to him for support.
“Come on, baby. Give me one out here.” His strokes turn measured, his fingers sliding down to slip inside me, and then stroking back up to circle the wetness around my clit. Faster and faster until I can barely see straight. Breath against my ear, forehead resting on the wall beside my head, he says, “Come on my hand, then I’m going to take you to your bedroom, lay you facedown on the bed so you can muffle your screams in a pillow, pull that pretty little ass up, and fuck you until you come again.”
“God,” I say on a moan, my whole body tightening until it’s almost painful, his words and promises only pushing me that much further. “Just . . . just take me now. Now, Jason.” I don’t even recognize my voice—all throaty and breathless, begging someone to fuck her.
“No, not until you come.”
I groan, dropping my head back against the wall, and move my hips against his hand faster, pressing down on his seeking fingers, wanting him deeper, harder, wanting him to take me like he kissed me. With complete and utter possession.
He slides his fingers as deep as he can, curling them inside me, his palm grinding against my clit, and fireworks explode behind my eyelids.
“Fuck yeah,” he groans against my neck. “Knew you’d give it to me.”
Jason peels the clothes from my body as he walks me backward to my bedroom, and by the time he’s kicked the door shut behind us, I’m completely naked.
“Get on the bed, Tess. Just like I said.”
I nod, moving until the backs of my knees hit the mattress, not ready to turn my back on him and miss a second of him stripping off his own clothes. He does it quickly and efficiently, and when his boxers are on the floor with everything else and he takes himself in his hand, gripping tightly and groaning, I drop back on the bed, not sure my legs can even support me any longer.
I do as he said in the living room, lying on my stomach, watching him over my shoulder as he walks toward me. He traces a line up both legs with his fingers, then he leans down and bites me right on my ass.
“Hey!” I yelp, then moan as he licks a path straight up my spine, straddling my thighs as he goes. He kisses my shoulder blades, brushes the hair away from my neck, and kisses me there, too.
Then he pulls back and grips my hips, saying, “Lift up for me, baby.”
With his legs pressed to the outside of mine, I’m forced to keep my thighs together. I lift up as best I can, helping him guide me into the position he wants me, his cock sliding up and down the length of me, driving me out of my damn mind. “Jason,” I groan, trying to push back against him.
“Are you wet enough? I’m not sure you are.”
The question is absurd because I can hear him sliding through me. I open my mouth to tell him just that when he backs away, and then he grips the outside of my thighs and gives me one long, slow, torturous lick from my clit to my entrance.
“Oh my God . . .”
He moves his face down, the tip of his tongue pressing to my clit as he hooks two fingers inside of me and proceeds to steal every breath from my lungs. I tighten around him, barreling closer and closer to my second orgasm, his answering groan reverberating against me and shoving me the rest of the way over.
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Tessa Ever After (bk 2: standalone)
In this grippingly emotional New Adult novel from the author of Caged in Winter, what you want isn’t always what you need…
Jason’s been living (and loving) the rich playboy lifestyle for five years, but now his parents are pressuring him to get involved in the family business. The last thing he wants is another obligation, but when his best friend moves out of state and asks Jason to look after his sister, he can’t just say no.
Tessa had to grow up way too soon. After dealing with the aftermath of her parents’ deaths, then becoming a teenage mom, she knows the meaning of responsibility. Which is why, at twenty-two, she’s looking for so much more than a party boy. She’s looking for someone who can stand by her and her daughter…forever.
A relationship between them is doomed from the start, but who says they can’t have a little fun? But as Jason gets closer to Tessa—and her daughter—fun starts to turn into something else… Something Jason’s not sure he’s ready for.
Jason’s been living (and loving) the rich playboy lifestyle for five years, but now his parents are pressuring him to get involved in the family business. The last thing he wants is another obligation, but when his best friend moves out of state and asks Jason to look after his sister, he can’t just say no.
Tessa had to grow up way too soon. After dealing with the aftermath of her parents’ deaths, then becoming a teenage mom, she knows the meaning of responsibility. Which is why, at twenty-two, she’s looking for so much more than a party boy. She’s looking for someone who can stand by her and her daughter…forever.
A relationship between them is doomed from the start, but who says they can’t have a little fun? But as Jason gets closer to Tessa—and her daughter—fun starts to turn into something else… Something Jason’s not sure he’s ready for.
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Caged in Winter (bk 1: standalone)
In this emotional and sexy New Adult debut from Brighton Walsh, the only thing more frightening than commitment is hope...
Aspiring chef Cade Maxwell is immediately, viscerally attracted to Winter Jacobson. But it's not her mouthwatering curves he's drawn to--it's the strange emptiness in her eyes. When Cade saves her from a drunken customer with grabby hands, he's shocked at her response...
Winter doesn't need Cade's help. After a lifetime of getting by on her own, she's happy to rely on herself. She's exactly seventy-six days away from graduating college, and if she can hold it together that long, she'll finally be able to rise above the crappy hand she was dealt.
But now, every time she turns around, Cade is there, ready to push her, smile at her, distract her from her plans. Winter knows she can't afford to open up--especially to a man she's terrified to actually want...
Aspiring chef Cade Maxwell is immediately, viscerally attracted to Winter Jacobson. But it's not her mouthwatering curves he's drawn to--it's the strange emptiness in her eyes. When Cade saves her from a drunken customer with grabby hands, he's shocked at her response...
Winter doesn't need Cade's help. After a lifetime of getting by on her own, she's happy to rely on herself. She's exactly seventy-six days away from graduating college, and if she can hold it together that long, she'll finally be able to rise above the crappy hand she was dealt.
But now, every time she turns around, Cade is there, ready to push her, smile at her, distract her from her plans. Winter knows she can't afford to open up--especially to a man she's terrified to actually want...
Meet Brighton Walsh
Brighton Walsh spent nearly a decade as a professional photographer before deciding to take her storytelling in a different direction and reconnect with writing. She lives in the Midwest with her husband and two children.
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