Breathless, Book #1 (An Adult Romance)

By Emma Rose

Lori and Matt have been working together, laboring and growing and sweating alongside one another for years. However, Lori’s always felt a tingling when Matt’s around, a sensation warming her and enticing her to become more than just a friend.

She was never sure that Matt felt the same way, until one night...

For one night, Matt and Lori decide to throw caution to the wind and give in to the fantasies and desires both had been keeping for each other. For one night, Matt and Lori decide to give in to temptation, and leave each other breathless...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emma Rose
• Release date: Sep 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311784957

Emma Rose

As a full-time independent author, Emma Rose delights in giving you stories that draw you in and characters who captivate your imagination.

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Breathless, Book 1: An Adult Romance

By

Emma Rose

Copyright © 2014 by Emma Rose

Smashwords Edition

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Crave Romance

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in this book are eighteen years or older.

No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the written permission of the author except where permitted by law.

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Breathless, Book 1: An Adult Romance

It’s 5:18 a.m. and Lori has her hands deep in a vat of dough. The dough is moist and a little warmer than her hands, and it feels wonderful and alive, folding and stretching. Kneading takes muscle, and Lori’s hands have become strong. When she was first learning to make bread, when she was very young, Lori remembers watching her grandmother’s hands folding and kneading—it looked so easy. When Lori tried to do the same, her hands felt minuscule. They were!

Now she is grown, and baking bread is the first ritual of her every day. Lori has a big, professional dough mixer in her small but ample kitchen, but she prefers to shape the loaves by hand in their last stages.

A dozen loaves are already laid out on trays. Lori slides them into a sheet-pan rack which stays on the warmer side of the kitchen, where the loaves will happily rise for another hour before she slides them into the oven to bake. They will pop out fresh and smelling exactly like heaven.

Lori wipes her floury hands on her apron, and then rinses them in her big, stone sink. They are strong hands—much stronger then when she was a child, first watching her grandmother baking! She unties her apron strings from around her back—they hug her sweet, hour-glass shaped figure nicely. She bakes all day and she loves to eat the fruits of her labor, but Lori also walks everywhere, works in her garden and her little greenhouse. She is strong and lithe, curvy and womanly, with wispy, unruly hair she keeps tied back in a bun as best as she can. She’s proud of her well-proportioned body—its ability to work hard, to wake early, to live with vigorous joy.

She looks up at the shelf above her head where there are two handmade ceramic items—a tiny box with a well-fitted lid, and a large coffee mug. Both were made by Joe. Lori’s heart is long past missing his bronzed shoulders and scruffy beard, his knobbly potter’s hands and the