Waiting For Us (Beautiful Surrender, Part Three)

By Ava Claire

Melissa Foster is certain of three things.
1.) No one commands her body like billionaire Logan Mason.
2.) Nothing has felt more right than being in his bed...and his arms.
3.) His ex-lover (or girlfriend, if you ask her) is pregnant, and apparently, Logan is the father.

Waiting For Us is part three of the Beautiful Surrender series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ava Claire
• Release date: Jul 11, 2014

Ava Claire

Ava Claire is a sucker for Alpha males and happily ever afters. When not putting pen to paper or glued to her Kindle, Ava likes road tripping, karaoke, vintage fashion, and searching for her own brooding billionaire.

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Waiting For Us (Beautiful Surrender: Part Three)

Ava Claire

Copyright © 2014 Ava Claire

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The Beautiful Surrender Series

Waiting For You (Beautiful Surrender: Part One)--April 2014

Waiting For Me (Beautiful Surrender: Part Two)--May 2014

Waiting For Us ( Beautiful Surrender: Part Three)--July 2014

Waiting For Forever (Beautiful Surrender: Part Four)--August 2014

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CHAPTER ONE

The music is in my blood. It pours from the stage, an orchestra whispering sweet nothings all around me. The room is dark, the couples around us swaying in beautiful silence. Diamonds glitter at throats. Cuff links twinkle like stars. I'm wrapped in something lush and silk, and when the violinist plays a long, mournful note, I'm wrapped in muscle.

Him.

Face cloaked in shadow, his smell everything and nothing at all. I hold my breath as he spins me, and I do a perfect pirouette that should have been impossible. There's a whisper in the back of my mind that this isn't real. The word ‘dream’ races across my skin like goosebumps, but it disappears just as quickly. There's nothing but our dance. Bodies moving slow, feeling every last note, every flutter of the butterfly wings that turn my stomach inside out. I peer into the darkness, seeking out this stranger; this man whose hands know just where to roam. Where to linger. He's playing me as expertly as any musician on the stage. Stroking and pressing, listening to the way my body responds to him. My body was made for his touch.

And then the music changes.

A page rips and the sensual notes become sinister. Low and foreboding. The violin that crooned is screeching as my lover's grip tightens. I can't breathe. The things that sparkled are now like lightning.

I’m cloaked in pitch darkness.

I'm sinking.

Fading.

My mouth is open as I stare into nothing. The silence comes--and is split in half as I shatter into pieces.

My eyes pop open. The sound from my dream followed me into reality. It’s like cymbals crashing; a metallic crunch that set my teeth on edge.

I'm tangled up in white sheets, officially awake. My heart froze in my chest, seizing when I realize that I'm alone--which meant that Logan was behind that sound. A sound that was alarmingly similar to glass breaking.

Okay, I'm up.

Logan? My feet creaked on the hardwood floor as I launched myself from the bed. The source of the sound was the bathroom, a soft amber glow kissing the mostly dimmed master bedroom. It contradicted the loud echo that hung in the silence. I took two more steps, dread rising in my throat. Why wasn't he answering?

I nervously fumbled through my wild blonde locks, pushing them out of my tired eyes. Logan, is everything okay?

A sharp hiss of pain was my answer and I rushed forward, my feet barely touching the floor--until I skidded to a stop in the doorway of the bathroom.

There he was, just as muscled and gorgeous as I remembered. Golden skin and perfectly cut abs. Black boxer briefs slung low, hugging a cock I was intimately familiar with.

And then I saw it.

Bright red streaked across his thigh. He was cradling his right fist, more of the red stuff on his hands. I looked past him to the sink. Tiny pieces of pink glass made a brutal mosaic, but it wasn’t nearly as brutal as the look on Logan's face. Even when

Reviews for Waiting For Us (Beautiful Surrender, Part Three)

[Anne Baker · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

By the third book in the series, I really got who this author is and her style of prose. I really enjoyed it. Thank you Ava