He's waited seven long years for his Firecracker to come back to him, but nothing comes easily, since complications threaten to rip them apart. Again.
Not if he can help it.
He will not rest until she is with him again, but Rachel has to fight - for herself and for him, too.
Is their story destined to be one complication after another? Or, after seven years apart, can their love come full circle?
Follow Marshall and Rachel as their love becomes...Complete.
“Firecracker, does this feel like I don’t desire you?” Marshall grinds his groin into my ass, letting me feel his thickness. The resistance I have been putting up falls away like a thin layer of clothing. Heat settles in the pit of my stomach and a dull ache forms between my thighs.“I’ve wanted you every day since I saw you almost ten years ago, Rachel,” Marshall whispers into my neck as he nips along the column making me shudder. “I’ve never stopped wanting you,” he continues, his voice coming out gruff due to my grinding down on his thick, pulsing length. “I was just waiting on you to realize you wanted me too, and to stop being so fucking difficult.” “I’m sorry,” I apologize, because I really am. So caught up in my insecurities and fear, that I almost ruined the best thing to ever happen to me. “You were never in danger of losing me, Rae,” he lets me know while he holds my face in his hands. “’Til death, baby. Only death will keep us apart; and even then…” My lips crash to his with nothing more to say between us. Our bodies long to communicate in the best way we know how. Our bodies long to connect. My skin buzzes with heightened arousal as our tongues touch, an electric current zapping through me. “If you leave me, this earth, I will find you, Rachel,” he threatens. “You can’t leave me. Whatever happens, tell me we’ll face it together; that we’ll get through it together.” How can I deny him that? He wants to partake of my joy and my sorrow. He wants to be there with me through whatever life throws at us and here I am: wanting to bail. “If you leave me, I will rampage through Hell to drag you back to me,” he asserts and I can’t help but chuckle lightly. “You assume I’d go to Hell?” I question. “Hell is reserved for evil people, I hear,” he states. “And evil would be leaving me on this Earth to let other women have their ways with me.” That causes me pause. Looking over my shoulder, I pin him with serious eyes as I tell him, “If I die and that happens, know that you will have no peace. I will haunt you until you off yourself.” Marshall only smiles against my neck before saying, “Ditto.”
Ghiselle St. James is a Jamaican author who has a never-ending love for
written thoughts: poetry, song lyrics and non-fiction. She has been writing
erotic novels since she was 13 years old which made her popular with the
boys (hehe). Writing has been her outlet, as has singing, for most of her
life, and will continue to be.
I really hate talking about myself in the third person…
Having graduated in 2010 from the Jamaica Theological Seminary, with an
honors’ degree in Social Work, the writer in me seemed to reawaken and has
yet to go back to sleep.
I completed my first novel in January of 2013 and had never felt so
accomplished in my life. Since then I have published four books and have no
plans on stopping any time soon.
I write what’s in my heart as it’s hard to separate my heart from anything
I write. As a result, characters that are real to me often come out. I pray
my passion brings you as much joy as it has brought me.