Love My Passion

By Summer Hill

Love My Passion is a different romance than the traditional. “She meets the man and falls in love."
Shelia took a chance and changed herself for one man, but it failed. Learning it takes two to have a relationship and not like her past fiancee, Andrew, the demanding do it my way bank president.
She changes back to who she is and she adventures out from her accountant job with the opportunity to pursue a career in her passion: oil painting.
She leaves the hustle and bustle of Atlanta. She drives to the southern parts of Georgia to a small town called Insight and locates her new workplace: Southwest Plantation.
She is not looking for a relationship. She uses her new freedom to explore her creativity as well as her sexual appetite. She begins a relationship with a neighbor, Cannon.
Cannon an FBI undercover sharpshooter for the president. His undercover: wild, sexy, camouflage farmer. She knows he is not for her, however, he helps her learn more about herself and himself through their passions as their romance intensifies.
Does she want this wild, sexy Cannon that has an undercover life? What will she choose? Will it be too late?
Cannon departs to a dangers assignment, and the assignment went wrong.

Love My Passion is filled with adventures, heartwarming, disagreements, fears, laughter, tears, compassion, desire and sexual activity to the truth to finding one’s self for the right relationship.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Summer Hill
• Release date: Apr 3, 2018
• ISBN: 9780692100257

Summer Hill

I’m the tenth generation from the Blue Ridge Mountains. And to understand my passion to write, you need to know my history. My mother moved with her sister to the Atlanta area to help her with her four boys as her sister worked in the cotton mill. Mother was only 11 as she met my father and married at 12. I was the second child born and every other weekend we travel right back to the mountains. “We couldn't stay away for its in our blood.” And every summer all the grandchildren helped grandma and grandpa for months. My childhood and teenage years were about family, and at night, everyone came to eat, pick and sing. Everyone, knew who made moonshine in the family, but they called themselves lumberjacks, transporting trees down the river. “We all knew the rules.” Mountain children never fooled anyone for we entertained ourselves. Having a little fun, locking the neighbor down in the hollow in his outhouse, finding a rat in the well-water bucket or taking grandma’s mason jar that she filled with milk, right out of the creek. “Cold and good!” We climbed trees higher then the sky. We even climbed a plum tree with branches that hanged over the hog pen. Yes, we fell right into the hog pen. Oh, yeah, grandma knew we would try to reach for her plums. “Never a dull day!” I began telling stories at an early age. Listening around the corners for gossip or truth, adding romance or mystery. My family said, I was a little strange, but mountain people have different ways and the stories grew. “Truth or lies?” Romance was everywhere, barns, fields, even in the outhouse. Yes, love was deep and forever for passion always tells a story. And a visit to the ocean opened my range for I seen love everywhere— “My heart is to write as real to life fiction stories of romance passion.” A romance is not always happy. Life and passion comes with sadness, laughter, surprises, failed relationships, and a true romance for life. You will need soft tissue near by or a cup of hot tea to stay awake for you will enjoy the next surprise with laughter. I often think of my great-great uncle as the story was told. He sat by his wife of 85 years until she passed. He never stop crying as he walked far up a mountain and sat down in the place, she and him enjoyed. He looked out at the mountains as he took his rifle and shot himself, only to find him years later. “Their passion lived on through me and now you.” What I want to give my romance fans-- “A romance story that touches their hearts and a story to recall.” Summer Hill

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Love My Passion

by

Summer Hill

Copyright 2018 Summer Hill

Smashwords Edition

Acknowledgement: To my best friend that’s always at my side.

King: a miniature schnauzer.

Author’s Website: http://www.passionauthor.com

A special thanks to Caligraphics for cover design and assistance

Other books by: Summer Hill

Passion Never Ends

Mist of Passion

Her Games: Erotic Adventures

Her Games: Part Two: Coming Summer 2018

Table of Contents

Chapter One: Sex, sex, and more sex

Chapter Two: Nude

Chapter Three: Replenishing for excitement

Chapter Four: Eyes of a mystery man

Chapter Five: Passion relieves fear

Chapter Six: Sex and lust

Chapter Severn: Sheila’s sexual appetite

Chapter Eight: Cannon’s secrets

Chapter Nine: Pain with desires

Chapter Ten: Courage

Chapter Eleven: Morning Surprise

Chapter Twelve: Let’s do this right

Chapter Thirteen: Embarrassed

Chapter Fourteen: Dangers

Chapter Fifteen: Time to make a move

Chapter Sixteen: Love is worth all

Chapter Seventeen: Why hesitate?

Chapter Eighteen: Love reveals Secrets

Chapter Nineteen: Emotions overflow

Chapter Twenty: Issues of love and danger

Chapter Twenty-one: Loneliness brings on changes

Chapter Twenty-two: Emotions for Andrew

Chapter Twenty-three: Love hits hard

Chapter Twenty-four: Cannon never feared death

Chapter Twenty-five: Facing the truth is hard.

Chapter One:

Sex, sex, and more sex that’s what she wants. Oh, not again! she shouted out. She hated that old and rusted spring-loaded staple at her desk. She was going to replace it, but why her. She was the one on hourly salary.

She sucked on her pricked finger to stop the bleeding. Her thoughts drifted away as her warm tongue pressed her finger. She needed to suck a man’s finger to start the foreplay that she desires so much.

She had to get back to work as she reached for her now, cold coffee, but coffee wasn’t what she wanted. She positioned herself in her desk chair with her fingertips on the keyboard and pulled up a screen. She wanted to give the impression, that she was working. Her kind and caring church coworkers had no idea, she was a lady that desires sex in a special way. Not a single person knew she was unhappy and had not had sex in months.

Yes, a simple life, boyfriend without sex until married. How unreal is that? Every day, she daydreams of cock sizes, and what is really bad. She catches herself eyeballing men’s pants which is an embarrassment as they noticed. She had to stop, so she wears sunglasses now. She giggled underneath her breath.

She closed her eyes to recall a dream. Yes, a flashback, that never happened in her life, but she was sure the beautiful scene from her dream last night would appear, one day.

Her dream took her to a hillside that she had never visited. The season was early spring. The new bright colors emerged with the new growth of grasses as patches of small yellow and blue flowers added a delightful touch to a feeling of freedom.

Yes, the true beauty of life, but her needs in her life was about love and passion to control her man. Her dream filled with the new season and her passion must lay underneath a willow tree that stands tall at the highest point of the hillside.

She stood at the bottom of the hillside with a smile and admired the elements of beauty. Yes, life brings in a magnificent love as the eyes of the beholder is the only one to be able to understand.

She stood in a timeless moment as she watched the branches of the willow tree, swing with the soft breeze. She could feel the cool, spring breeze on her face as the breeze drifted waves of snow-white clouds across the light-blue sky that enhanced the moment.

She wanted to race up to the hillside and stand near the willow tree. She wanted to make love with a man of her dreams as he picks her up in his arms, to lay her down underneath the willow tree as he adventured into her growing excitement. No, what she wanted was to rip his clothing off him and kiss his warm sweet body from head to toe as she took control!

She didn’t race up the hillside, she took her time to pick a few of the flowers on the way. She reached the willow tree as she looked around to see miles of land below with colors to enjoy. The sky was so blue with the whites, white, puffy clouds as she watched them drift by.

An emotional amount of love run throughout her body and the need to look back down the hillside. She paused for a moment and turned around to looked down the hillside. She saw a magnificent creation of beauty.

A tall nude man held his hand up high as he waved at her at the bottom of the hillside, where she once stood. She couldn't see his face as a deep passion for love overwhelmed her. It didn’t make any difference if she didn’t know him, she wanted to wave to this attractive, nude man. He must know her or does she know him, and was he looking for passion. Did he like to play parts or dominance and submission? She’s willing to try anything for that right passion with the right man to marry.

I am up here Love, she shouted out!

She woke up to realize it was a dream and she was horny. It was time for the alarm clock to sound. Today was another work day, but not until she placed her hand down inside her lacy panties to stimulate her large clitoris and it didn’t take long. Her orgasm was tight and pleasing.

However, dreams mean nothing and no matter what book you read about dreams they all say the same thing. It’s visions of fantasy that we all need.

So daydreaming at work was just a short-term detachment from her surroundings. Yes, the time was more than a moment to pass.

Her eyes drifted to the corner of her computer screen. She watched as the seconds emerge into minutes as it became apparent to her, her day was meant to be a long day and she needed to stop daydreaming and watching the time.

She clicked onto the control panel without remorse and removed the daily time. She took a deep breath and placed her mind and heart into her work and before she knew it, she was finished.

She clocked out early as she planned to beat the Friday evening rush to get home. However, she wasn’t the only one that left work early, and now the race was on. A competition to gain that extra mile that caused madness on the expressway, so now the traffic was at a standstill.

It crossed her mind to scream once or twice, but what good was that going to do her. She drove slowly on with the traffic as Andrew, her boyfriend, that she could say at this moment, her husband to be.

The one and only Andrew and no one like him. He had called her earlier to relate he had a little free time and he would like to reserve a date. That’s if she wanted to meet him at the restaurant and if she agreed. He would send a taxicab to pick her up at her apartment so he could drive her home after the date. She knew Andrew’s routine, making a few minutes for her and like always. She went along with anything he wanted. She had no idea, why, she let Andrew control their relationship. She had never let anyone before Andrew, made all the decisions. So why now, maybe it’s because she’s twenty-eight years old without a husband, children, and home with the white picket fence where life happens. Is it all a fantasy to want it all with a man that shares his deepest thoughts with her, what happened and why the change in her? She made all her men want her and they gave her, her needs. This finding the right man and being a good little girl is nuts, and no sex is nutty. What does she let Andrew control her life?

She had only an hour and a half to be standing outside her apartment for that taxicab. She placed her wristwatch and cell phone down on the bathroom countertop then removed her clothes. She turned the water on in the shower as she felt the temperature of the water with her fingertips. She never liked the water to warm, she likes it cold so the cool temperature would emerge her nipples for a show on her date. She stepped into the shower with her back to the warm water. She closed her eyes as the water rushed over her long, blonde, thick hair as it flowed down to her hips. The water bounced onto the tile floor with a splashed sound that calmed the moment. She had a strong desire that she was underneath a waterfall, feeling the cool mist. As she felt a tenderly touch from Andrew’s hands as they moved smoothly over her nude body. The warmth of his hands run through her as the rush of the waterfall.

She opened her eyes, knowing that wasn’t going to happen. Andrew didn’t even like holding hands or touching her in any loving way so the desire was a lost one.

She felt it in her heart and knew this is the right night to make her stand or to move on with her life. She wanted Andrew to see her as an attractive woman, like no one he had ever seen before. She wanted him to love her personality and stop trying to change her defining features to suit his own needs. She needed him to love her as a woman with the desire to please and not just a kiss on the cheek. She stepped out of the shower and looked down at her wristwatch, having less than an hour to get dress.

The taxicab was right on time and always an embarrassment. As she looked around and seen the peepers that tried to hide behind the blinds as she steps into the taxicab, but the worst was not over yet. The peepers would appear in full view as they watched as she steps out of Andrew’s car. Andrew has never opened the car door for her or walked her up to her apartment door for a nice tongue kiss. Andrew would wave goodbye with a smile and with his firm business voice he would say. Remember things will be better. Once we are married.

Andrew made her feel so unattractive, but she knew she wasn’t. What is he waiting for, Was she going to be too much for him under her red, silk, bedding sheets, as she giggled?

Yeah one and half years of dating and her having the sex she commanded with her ex boyfriends and the last six months, she has tried to be a good girl, wearing out her glow in the dark vibrator.

Yes, this was her night for seven days ago, she received a lifetime offer and the chance to change her future. She held her future in her own hands. She didn’t think she was truly in love with Andrew and how could she give Andrew a second chance? Andrew had already expressed his powerful point of view on this matter and did not like the new challenge that her boss introduced to her. Andrew’s disagreement on her taking this challenge frustrated her to no end. She had to try one more time to see if the man she loves can love her as she. She wanted to show him and share her erotic lifestyle with him, or she moves on and this was the night.

Sheila stepped out of a taxicab with few steps away from the restaurant were Andrew waits. She was nervous but brave, so with each step she took, she took a deep breath. She paused as she stood in front of the restaurant and to spray a little extra perfume.

The door attendant opened the door for her with a big smile as he winked. Now, this was her time to be the woman that Andrew didn’t want to see.

She wore lacy, long gloves and kept her large, lacy covered, midnight black hat on with red ribbons to highlight the small violets flowers attached. The ribbons cascade down the left side of her black tight dress that opened to reveal her hip, given it a lovely invitation to see more. And the low neckline that rested right between her breasts. She wore underneath her dress a treat for any man. A frilly lace and cutout peekaboo basque to enhance her breast and garters for her silk stockings that slid her small cute feet right into her high heels as her satin thong hides for the surprise.

She felt the stares as she walked with a flow of love to the table where Andrew waited for her as his concentration and eyes were on his received text message as he sent a text back. The repeated, rhythmic contractions of her heart slowed down from the anxiety of hope and love for Andrew to see her as a sexy woman had vanished. Andrew never watched for her to come walking into the restaurant to see her pleasant face along with her beauty. All Andrew cared about was making everyone do, as he wanted, as he moved up in the world, even if it took every minute of the day.

She stood there as she said in a low, sweet, tone twice. Andrew? She waited for Andrew to look up at her and rise up as she was his queen to give her a loving, sweet kiss and help her with her seat and whisper into her ear, how hot she was tonight. No, all he could say. Sheila, what are you waiting on? Can you not sit down? I’ve had two glasses of water waiting for you, and you're a half-hour late. You need to arrange your time to work with me and take that ridiculous hat off.

She took a seat across from Andrew as he liked a never to close touch. Andrew made her feel as if she was a little girl on a swing, all alone waiting to be pushed to enjoy the moment of laughter, but she was not a little girl. She was a woman that needed to be loved and she needed to be herself and control him to satisfy her need for her orgasm. He wasn’t a loving man, he couldn’t reach over for her hand to hold her hand to feel the warmth of love. This was the moment, she had had all she could take of Andrew. She loved him in a lot of ways but disliked his little boy ways, and he wants to get married.

She looked across at Andrew as her right hand gently holds a glass of wine as her other hand rested on her leg as she taps one finger on her knee to help with the stress of listening to Andrew.

She questions her on intentions as they sat at Andrew’s favorite table at his favorite restaurant. The conversation was always the same. She needed to cut her long hair and get it styled and stop wearing hats and dresses that her ancestors liked. She needed to think about her financial situation. Forget about painting, there is no money in fly-by-night art. She needs to move up in her job and so what if she takes her work home with her. He takes his work home with him. She needs to be more like him. Look at him he moved up to bank president. It’s all about managing yourself and doing as told. If she wanted to move up to be the manager of the accounting department, she had to act the part and her dress code had to improve. She needed to read the new e-mail, he sent her on How to succeed, which he wrote.

Silence surrounds the table as Andrew stopped talking as she took a sip of her wine and another as this night was different. Andrew was lost with his words, which that never happen. He never stopped talking. She took another sip as Andrew cleared his throat twice as her eyebrows raised.

Andrew went on to say. Sheila, can you say something? You know our conversations are important to discuss a matter. Do you not have anything to say, What are you thinking? I will never understand you. All the other girls I have had in my life would love to be sitting in your chair. Sheila stop drinking the wine it’s not water! You are to sip and enjoy the taste. We need to talk about your silliness Sheila! No boss is going to send his accountant to his plantation to paint birds. Your boss is up to something. How stupid are you? Tonight is the night you start by throwing away your little jars of paint and paintbrushes and tomorrow we go shopping for new clothing. No more dressing down as I like, but business and business. You look like a prostitute tonight. You show me that you are going to change tonight. Let me toss your paint jars and paintbrushes in the trashcan along with your hats and the engagement ring in the safe box will be on your finger. We will have a wedding in September on my birthday. I will not wait any longer because having a wife looks good as a bank president.

She was speechless as her thoughts run through her like a bolt of lighting. Andrew was all about himself. He didn’t want a girlfriend or wife that had her own personality. He wanted a girl out of the twilight zone that he had created, right with his own genes. She closed her eyes for a moment as his words flowed on as a drumbeat. She stood up and said.

Andrew! I have listened to you until I am blue in the face and those little colorful jars, bring life into my heart as love and you are the one that needs to change. You can take that engagement ring and secure it around your neck. No real woman would ever marry you and this is my, ‘How to Succeed’ Andrew!

Wait for me Sheila he offensive shouted! I thought you wanted a man to lead you!

Don’t ever call me again!

"Remember as he pointed his