“We didn’t get any confetti,” I said with a grin. “Are you disappointed?”
He smiled, his eyes lighting up. “Fuck the confetti.”
“But we’ve got bubbles. Do you like bubbles?”
He grinned and shook his head. “I can deal with bubbles.”
I swirled the ring around my finger, the ring that Ash had put there himself two weeks ago, and smiled. Shit, nothing would ever be easy with us. When we fought, it would be bitter, but when we made love, it would be explosive. All or nothing.
“I’d be happy with that as well,” I began.
“What? Eloping?”
I nodded.
“Good, let’s go. We’ll take my car. It’s faster than yours.”
“Ash!”
“I can’t take it any longer. I want you.”
“I was going to add that we should go down there and do this thing so we can tell the entire world, the parts of it that matter at least, that you’re mine and I’m yours.”
Ash furrowed his brow, the cogs in his head turning.
“Besides,” I said. “Josie would be heartbroken.”
Ash grunted, a smile pulling at his lips. “You’ve got a point. Being on the ass end of her wrath is not a place I want to be.” He pulled away and slapped me on the ass. “You look like an angel by the way.”
I screwed up my nose, and he laughed.
Pressing against my back, he lowered his lips against my ear. “I’m going to bend you over and do you from behind later. Keep the dress on.”
“Kinky,” I said with a laugh.
He pressed his lips against my neck. “Hurry up and get downstairs. The sooner we do this thing, the sooner I get to be inside you as your husband.”
I shivered. “Say it again.”
“Husband.”
I squirmed in his grasp. “Stop it, you’re turning me on.”
“Hu—”
Twisting in his arms, I slapped my hand over his mouth. “Downstairs like a good boy or the bending will commence in t-minus five seconds.”
Curling his fingers around my wrist, he pulled my hand away. “Under the thumb already.”
I shook my head. “From day one, Maverick.”
He backed away. “Give me five minutes to position myself.”
I nodded once, and he was gone. Glancing back into the mirror, I realized I didn’t feel scared at all. It seemed like forever ago that we’d stood in our kitchen and he’d mentioned getting married. I’d screwed my nose up at the thought of standing where I was now. I never understood why, but I’d never seen marriage in our future. I thought we didn’t need it and now that I was here, mere minutes away from tying the knot with Maverick… Shit. I’d been the biggest idiot out there. I should’ve made him get down on one knee the moment the word slipped from between his perfect lips.
Yes. Yes. A gazillion billion trillion times yes.
Smoothing down my dress one last time, I left Violet’s bedroom and made my way downstairs. When I peered through the double doors that led out to the patio, Josie snapped to attention and clapped her hands. Music started from outside, and I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
Then I stepped through the doors, and Dad took my arm. For a split second, I was dazed, but then my gaze met Ash’s. There was nothing but him. Maverick. I was that dazzled by the man who’d broken and repaired my heart more times that I could count that I didn’t even feel the moment Dad let my arm go. I forgave him, I trusted him and I loved him.
I stood before Ash and saw the look in his eyes. He didn’t need to hear all the words that went with the whole getting married part. He didn’t need to hear the vows or have all our loved ones hear them. This was always about him and me.
Me and Him.
Maverick and Spitfire.
The celebrant cleared her throat and began. “We are gathered here today—”
“I do!” I exclaimed, flinging the bouquet into the gathered crowd. It smacked Hamish in the face, and he blinked in bewilderment.
Ash began to laugh, his gaze fixed on mine. “I totally fuckin’ do.”
The celebrant sighed dramatically and shook her head. “Then kiss the bloody bride. I take check or direct deposit.”
Josie clattered over to us in her six-inch heels and handed us the rings. Ash slipped mine on, and the matching silver band fit perfectly against the engagement ring like pieces of a puzzle. Then I slid his ring on his finger, and it was done.
Glancing up, I hardly had time to catch my breath as his mouth collided with mine. There was cheering and clapping from someplace far away, but all I could feel was his lips, his tongue and his taste… He overpowered the world, and all the bad fell away. We’d fought like hell to get here and I hoped… No, I knew it would be smooth sailing from here.
He kissed me like it was the first time, deep and hard. If I was attached to a heart monitor, I’m sure the spike would’ve been right off the charts.
Ash Fuller was mine. He would always be mine, and I would always be his.
Forever and ever, burning brightly without end.
Other Books in The Beat and The Pulse series…
#1 Beat – Ash and Ren
#2 Pulse – Ash and Ren
#3 Crash – Violet and Lincoln
#3.5 Spike – Ash and Ren
#4 Flow – Hamish
#5 Surge – Dean
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Coming January 2016 from Amity Cross
L is for Luminous
A brand new Contemporary Romance that’s all about hopelessness turning into hope, the dork turning into the swan and fighting for your dreams…no matter what shape and size they come in.
When desperado dork Lux Dawson gets stuck in an elevator at a comic convention, she couldn't be any more mortified.
She's just another writer trying to get her work seen, not to get stuck in a three by four metal box with the sexiest male specimen she's ever seen... who just happens to be guest of honor, Jude Atwood.
Jude's the star of the hottest TV series on the American airwaves, the supernatural detective show Naturals, and he's at the height of his star studded career. Too bad she's a nobody and he has a famous actor girlfriend, who just happens to be his onscreen, epic love. Who could compete with that, right? But for some insane reason Jude wants to know all about Lux...including her disaster of a writing career.
Once those elevator doors are pried open by the Jaws of Life and reality arrives in the form of hordes of waiting paparazzi, Lux's life is about to explode...
She just doesn't know it yet.
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About the Author
Amity Cross isn’t her real name. That’s no secret.
She is the author of wicked stories about rock stars looking for redemption, gritty romances featuring MMA fighters and dark tales of forbidden romance. She loves to write about screwed up relationships and kick ass female leads that don’t take s**t lying down.
Amity lives in a leafy country town in southern Australia and can be found chained to her desk, held at ransom by her characters.
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