(My Way Series, #1)
By: HJ BELLUS
Whose parents abandon them in a trashy trailer when they are five years old? Oh Yeah! Mine do!
Hey Hoochies! I'm Milly, and I am tired of taking kicks to the gut. A broken family, an asshole husband and the loss of loved ones have left me crying Uncle, and declaring a serious case of the Fuck-Its!
I had my heart broken, stomped on and shattered before I ever started on my journey to find my little piece of happiness. With a bucket list, a '66 Ford and wild dreams, I set out on an adventure that changed my life forever.
I found Cree…
A pirate with a little princess and they swept me off my ever lovin' feet, filling my world with sprinkles, mac n’ cheese and the courage to live again.
They forced my fragile heart to trust and love without fear.
But the truth is, nobody’s past stays hidden forever. It’s an invisible monster waiting to attack and destroy. It has the capability to ruin everything you’ve worked to set right.
All it takes is one final blow to the gut to end everything…
Spring was in full action. Cree was crazy busy with the farm, but he always made sure he was home for dinner and cuddle time with his girls on the couch. He didn’t come in for coffee anymore because he was always hitting the fields at dawn. I took Annie to school, and even stayed to volunteer on Tuesdays. I missed seeing Cree for our morning coffee dates.
Me: I miss you!
Cree: You saw me this morning and last night
Me: I know… I miss you at coffee…I miss you
Cree: Bring me lunch Dolly
Me: You got it!
Cree: I’ll be the one driving the big green tractor!
Me: No shit, really?
I will never forget the first day I delivered Cree lunch on the tractor. I took him fried chicken and potato salad. We ate lunch together under a tall oak tree. He then talked me into going for a ride with him. Willow was working The Shop, so I knew I had lots of time. I didn’t pass up on the chance of being in a confined space with my man.
“Come here baby! Sit on my lap and I will teach you how to drive.”
I climbed up into his lap and listened to him rattle off the art of driving a tractor. I just reveled in the sensation of his touch. We made a couple passes in the tractor before our hands were all over each other. The tractor was stopped at the edge of the field, so I took the opportunity to turn around and straddle my farm boy. Face-to-face we gazed into each other’s eyes not saying a word, but feeling every possible emotion for each other.
“Cree I couldn’t live one day without your touch.”
He grabbed the back of my head and took me into a deep kiss. We fumbled for each other’s buttons and before I knew it, my shorts were off and Cree was buried deep inside me. I worked my hips up and down him. I moved slowly, enjoying the sensation of him deep inside me. Cree placed both of his hands on my hips and started slamming me down on him. At first it was too much for my brain to comprehend, and then, when he established his relentless rhythm, I started to orgasm. I threw my head back and screamed. I was orbiting in the pleasure of my orgasm when I heard Cree growl, and then felt his hot seed burst inside me. I collapsed on him with my head resting on his shoulder. I didn’t want to move or peel myself way from him. He drove a couple passes before I managed to let go of him. I gave him a kiss goodbye, and thanked him for the ride in his tractor.
“Tomorrow wear a skirt Dolly!”
We ate lunch everyday together in his tractor. The man did things to me in that tractor that made me blush just thinking about them.
(My Way Series #2)
by: HJ Bellus
Covering up pain is easy. It’s keeping it tucked away that’s hard. I’ve always needed the cover of tattoos to hide the nasty past that leached its way into me, tainting me beneath my skin.
Not the shiny, trendy tats, but the ugly broken kind, meant to keep the world at bay. If they weren’t enough, then my piercings, foul mouth and crazy hair usually did the trick. Life had taught me to never follow the rules, because when you do, you get burned.
My life was perfectly imperfect until Tripp…
Our relationship is what most would describe as fuel meeting fire. We were both hell bent on burning each other to the ground. Tripp was sexy as hell, a charismatic beast, and soon became one of my best friends. We shared a love of ice cream and tattoos as we blazed our own path that could only lead to a beautiful train wreck.
The only question left is, will we set the countryside ablaze with our hot tempers and foul mouths? Or will we paint our own happy ending filled with all the gushy shit normal people crave?
COMING MID MARCH!
(My Way Series #3)
Willow's story COMING SUMMER 2014!
I'm just a simple girl who loves the country life... Oh yeah, & a good corn dog! Throw in a little Vanilla Ice, and shits bound to get crazy!