By Amy Daws
London Lovers Series #3
Release Date: May 14, 2015
***After falling in love with “us” in the first two installments of the London Lovers Series, now…it’s Leslie’s turn in this spicy series stand alone.***
When Leslie Lincoln, a spunky, red-headed American, suffers an awkward moment with an arousingly-sexy British man—she thinks her life can’t get any more pathetic.
She’s done with men.
She doesn’t need them.
She especially doesn’t need their muscular thighs.
No siree, she’s going to forget all about the brooding, complicated, and seductive “Theo” who captivated her on the dance floor of a London nightclub.
Keep telling yourself that, Lez…..
Immersing herself into a new type of romantic cleanse, Leslie thinks she’ll never lay eyes on Theo again. But somehow, he’s managed to bulldoze his way back in—her cheetah-print onesie pajamas be damned.
He wants more.
She wants to run.
But he can’t seem to let her go.
Both of them have a past—and neither want to share.
How can love possibly survive in darkness?
Theo is quiet the entire drive. When we arrive at his house, he silently takes my hand and leads me into his flat and into his master bath. He flips on the shower and removes his glasses and all of his clothes, silently gazing at me the entire time. He strides over to me and pulls my t-shirt over my head and undoes the string on my cotton pants, pulling them down as he does. We’re both standing before each other completely naked and silent, the shower steam swirling around us.
He grasps my hand again and leads me into his glass walk-in shower. He proceeds to tilt my head back into the water and watches me quietly. Leaning in and pausing, he breathes heavily against my skin before dropping feather-light kisses along my neck, collarbone, and shoulders. I bring my head back down and stare deeply into his eyes. I’m trying to figure him out but the raw vulnerability that stares back at me brings tears to my eyes.
He bites his tongue to the side and grabs the soap, squirting some into a sponge. He turns me away from him and begins washing me, reverently—gently and protectively covering every inch of me with the soapy bubbles. It’s overwhelming. The intimacy of it all—it’s all too much. Tears bubble up and fall down my wet cheeks.
Theo feels my shoulders shuddering beneath his hand and he turns me around to face him again. His pale brown eyes flash quickly between my green ones. As if consciously choosing to use actions instead of words, he tilts my head sideways and presses his lips to mine. He moves us back so the water is pouring down over our faces and between our mouths. It’s a waterfall of lips, tears, tongues, and ragged breaths. Feeling everything he’s telling me without words, I pour every single tear and ounce of angst I have into this kiss. All my fear, anxiety, pain, grief…all of it is swirling deeply within this soul-shattering kiss.
He pushes me back against the wall and pulls my legs up onto his hips as our kiss grows frenzied and desperate. He slides into me in one languid push and holds himself there, just letting our bodies connect in the most carnal and natural way.
He stops kissing me and looks deeply into my eyes. The vulnerability there on display for me to see—to accept—to love. I can feel it. I can touch it. Every single part of him—physically, emotionally, he’s offering it to me. It’s all I can do to accept it all.
Can I possibly love this man?
What led you from writing your story with multiple miscarriages to writing fiction?
This is a really good question. I’ve always loved writing. When I was a kid I wanted to be a sitcom writer, so it’s been a little fairy-tale of mine for forever. Then when I started living this horrible tragedy of miscarriage after miscarriage, I needed an outlet, it was natural for me to turn to writing. When I realized I was writing it more like a book and less like a journal, I knew I had to publish it.
There were moments in Chasing Hope, my memoir…where I felt limited by the truth. I would be writing a fight between my husband and I and would think…”Oh man! It would have been so epic if I would have slapped him!” Or something like that…not so much for my hubby of course. But that wasn’t real…and Chasing Hope was a true story, so I couldn’t indulge in the drama.
That’s why I thought I wanted to try my hand at fiction. The first novel I wrote is A Broken Us…it deals with a Finely suffering through infertility and rather than facing her problems, she runs from them. She runs to London. When I was going through my dark times, I considered the same thing…now because I live in the real world and not in the book world…it really was just a passing thought. But when I considered trying fiction…I thought…what if…what if I had a character that DID run away from it all. Wouldn’t that be a crazy journey. So I wrote it!
Another thing I really wanted to do was make infertility sexy! It sounds strange put together like that, but I wanted women out there who suffer to feel like there can be an epic romance behind the walls of an infertile woman. That was really important to me. And I’m really really happy with how it turned out.
How did your love of writing evolve?
Everything I look at now is potential story material. I have become the ultimate interviewer whenever my friends are telling a story because I’m always like… “Oh really? How did that make you feel? What happened next? Where was this person when you said that?” etc etc. I’ve always been inquisitive, but now it’s even worse! I find beauty and sadness in everything and all of it could make a lovely story.
When can we expect to see the follow-up book to Chasing Hope published?
I get this asked a lot and I love it because I know I have some honest to goodness support out there, but it’s just hard. It’s hard to write about a sad time. And the follow up book to Chasing Hope will be a sad story. Chasing Hope had such a clear cut happy ending. Chasing Peace will be a little bit tricker. I keep saying 2015…I hope I can follow up.
What were you like in high school?
A goof and a chameleon. I was in everything…sports, drama, choir, band…so I had clusters of friends all over the grid and I could hang with anyone. No matter who I was with though, I was always joking around and making people laugh.
What is the funniest thing that has happened to you to date?
I peed on my husband’s couch in college. I’m going to pause right now for dramatic effect.
It was terrible. We were newly dating and I got drunk and he picked me up and took me back to his place. I somehow passed out on his couch and woke up in my own urine. I freaked out and cleaned it up without him ever know. It wasn’t until after we were married that I finally told him! True story!
Amy Daws is a goof of epic proportions. She enjoys making dumb videos and laughing at herself…a lot. It gets awkward. She thinks she should have tried her hand at improv theater but figured she’d learn how life looks behind the lens of a camera first.
She also thinks talking about herself in the third person isn’t awkward at all.
Amy lives in South Dakota with her husband, Kevin, and their miracle daughter, Lorelei. The long-awaited birth of Lorelei is what inspired Amy’s first book, Chasing Hope, and her passion for writing.
Amy’s contemporary romance books are a part of the The London Lovers Series and currently have two installments out with more to come. Her writing style is emotional and self-deprecating with awkward humor sprinkled in. Basically, if she makes you cry happy and sad tears…she’s achieved her goal. Extra points if you have to blow your nose.
Amy’s inspiration for writing is and always will be her six precious angel babies and her daughter, Lorelei. On most nights, you can find Amy and her family dancing to Strawberry Shortcake’s theme song or stuffing themselves inside children’s-sized playhouses because there is nothing they wouldn’t do for their little miracle.