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Back on Track: Thursday Night, Book 1 By S.E. Holden

Becoming parents wreaked havoc on their intimacy, but would their love be strong enough to survive and get their sex life back on track?


Julie and Ray, a young couple, trying to bring some semblance of normalcy back to their lives after the birth of their son, are finding it exceedingly difficult. And while Jayden is the type of child young parents dream about, his arrival has created a potentially devastating rift between his parents. Will their love and commitment to each other be strong enough to bridge that gap and get their intimacy back on track?


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  • ISBN: 978-1-926930-10-7
  • By S.E. Holden
  • Heat Rating: 2
  • Word Count: 10606
  • Release Date: February 4, 2011
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  • 1000 Units in Stock

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Excerpt

"Turn it off? Turn what off?" Julie exhaled loudly, her hands settling on her hips. Realization hardened her expression and added a cold, crispness to her tone. "I thought we were past this, Ray."


"Maybe you were past it, but seeing him reminds me of...everything. I can't go from devoted dad to loving husband to hot lover that quickly." Shoulders slumped in defeat, the words caught in Ray's throat as he fought back his frustrated growl. "I'm sorry. I know that's what you want, but I can't help it, Jules. I'm trying."


"We went through all this in counseling months ago, Ray, remember?" Voice softening, she wrapped her arms around him. "We are allowed to be a couple too, not just parents. In fact, Dr. Richards said we needed to be a couple." With a tender yet firm grasp, she cupped his face and pulled him down for a kiss. It started sweet, an innocent press of soft lips, but intensified as he relaxed into her. She pressed her body tight against his; her full, round breasts crushed eagerly, desperately against his muscular form.


On autopilot, his tongue slid out to meet hers for a quick caress before he pushed her gently away. "I'm sorry. I'm not in the mood." He turned and walked down the hall. "I'm going to get on the computer for a while. Don't wait up." He imagined her face, expression rife with disappointment and confusion, tracking him to the door. He didn't dare look.


"I thought I had you this time."




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