Micah, The Fierce Takes On Emma, The Brave

By Jessa Eden

Micah Turner, hockey player extraordinaire, lives by a strict code that doesn't allow for any kind of personal connection. Emma Matthews owns a successful salon and doesn’t have much time for love or sex. One night, their paths collide.
Enchanted by Emma’s sensuality, Micah submits to a night of refreshing seduction. Join this lively couple on their first erotic night together.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessa Eden
• Release date: Jul 9, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476190617

Jessa Eden

Over the last couple of years, writing has become a passion of mine. I pour my heart into each one of my stories, letting my characters go wherever they dare to venture. They often surprise and amuse me. I revel in exploring the human condition through the art of storytelling. Nothing gives me more pleasure than drawing you into a world of emotional connection, compelling characters and hopeful adventure, complete with sizzle and sensuality. My goal is to leave you breathless and panting for more... Write me. I love to hear from readers! I'm always looking to get fresh perspective, inspiration and insight to making my stories the best I can make them. I promise I'll write back. Until then, celebrate and savor the magic of romance, good people!

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MICAH, THE FIERCE TAKES ON EMMA, THE BRAVE

By

Jessa Eden

SMASHWORDS EDITION

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PUBLISHED BY:

Jessa Eden

Micah, The Fierce Takes On Emma, The Brave

Copyright ©2014 by Jessa Eden

Editing: Hot Tree Editing

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

Adult Reading Material

Enjoy this fun story told from the perspective of two people, Emma and Micah

This is the first installment of the Micah and Emma series. These two have many adventures together.

Micah, The Fierce Falls Hard For Emma, The Brave (Micah and Emma 1-7 bundle)

OR

Micah, the Fierce Nails Emma, the Brave (Micah & Emma Pt. 2)

Micah, the Fierce Dominates Emma, the Brave (Micah & Emma Pt.3)

Micah, the Fierce Aches For Emma, the Brave (Micah & Emma Pt. 4)

Micah, the Fierce Toys With Emma, the Brave (Micah & Emma Pt. 5)

Micah, the Fierce Knocks Up Emma, the Brave (Micah & Emma Pt. 6)

Micah, the Fierce Fights For Emma, The Brave (Micah & Emma Pt. 7)

TABLE OF CONTENTS:

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

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Micah, The Fierce, Takes On Emma, The Brave

(Micah and Emma Series Part 1)

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2007

Micah:

Standing on the side of a lonely hill in East Texas, I picked up some dirt and threw it on the grave, trying to keep my emotions in check. Relief and disappointment flooded me as they lowered her into the ground.

I was alone, now...completely and totally.

It was not like I wasn’t used to being by myself, but the last person I shared blood with was now lying in the ground. It was a funny feeling to realize I was the last of my line.

It wasn’t a very distinguished family tree; in fact, good riddance to most of them, but this loss bothered me more than I cared to admit. I didn’t think I ever really understood what it meant to be a part of a family, and now, I never would.

Hold up, time out.

What was that?

Did I just hear you sighing, "Ahhh, poor guy. He doesn't have a family?"

Don't get sappy on me.

You've got it all wrong.

I wasn't looking to be part of some big, happy family where everybody was in each other's business. People made things messy. I wasn't interested in messy. That was why I played by my own rules. Life was much simpler that way.

I walked back down to my Silver Porsche 918 Spyder, jumped in and tore out of the cemetery. I couldn't get out of there quick enough. That place reminded me I wouldn't live forever. I wasn't about to dwell on that little fact.

Heading back toward the city, the wind whipped through my open window. The hot, sticky Dallas air cooled a bit as the sun receded below the horizon.

I shifted into fifth gear, trying to shake the restlessness gnawing at me. It had yet to be named, but burned in my chest all the same.

The right thing to do was to head back to my loft and crash as I had an early morning practice the next day. But I was too agitated to sleep. I needed a distraction.

Before I knew it, I found myself at one of my favorite hotel bars. It was a familiar place that allowed me to unwind after a hard day. The aroma of cedar smoke drifted over me as I sauntered through the bar.

There was always a group of old men who sat together in the back room and reminisced about the good old days. They laughed uproariously at each other's stories while puffing on expensive cigars. The high life.

I bellied up to the bar and took a seat on the end so I could watch the hockey game. I loosened up my tie and ordered a scotch.

I contemplated the day's sad event as I settled into a high back barstool. I had been the only one to attend my grandmother's funeral. Eve, as she preferred to be called, had finally passed after a long bout of emphysema.

We had never been close. She was as crusty as stale bread and had never shown much maternal instinct, especially to her kid’s mistake.

But that hadn't stopped me from moving her into a nursing home near my loft and paying a load of cash so she received the best care available.

Besides that, I stopped in to see her on Christmas and Easter. I would bring her a box of Godiva chocolates, which she never ate. She'd glanced indifferently at the box, and over the whirl of her oxygen tank, she'd say in that raspy voice of hers, Thanks, kid. Gotta cigarette?

I'd shake my head no and she'd say, Too bad. I really need one.

And that was the