Mia Murphy may be married to the man of her dreams. But the man in her dreams is the one that got away—her high school crush.
Mia’s stuck in a rut, just like every other stay-at-home mom, and the only thing saving her from her monotonous routine is her perfect husband, Declan. He’s gorgeous, he adores her, and the man stole her heart with his sexy singing voice. Mia feels like the luckiest girl in the world, until she discovers that Mr. Perfect is not Mr. Faithful. Mia is devastated. Everything she once believed about Declan and their marriage is now covered in a big cloud of doubt and regret. On impulse, she kicks the cheating bastard out, pushing them into a separation that could mean the end of the picture-perfect couple.
But when Mia receives an invitation to her high school reunion, she finds herself abandoning the present for the oh-so alluring pull of the past. Although her heart still belongs to her husband, inescapable thoughts of her crush, Noah, resurface. And ten years later, Noah isn’t afraid to make his move. When the build-up of fantasies and ‘what ifs' comes to a head, sparks fly and it’s Mia’s turn to question if her marriage is everything she wants out of life. Searching for answers, Mia dives head first into dating Noah, falling further away from her husband and closer to her old flame.
But Declan’s not giving up so easily. Mia is his one and only and he’s not about to let another man win her heart.
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~ Man of My Dreams ~
With reluctance, I flutter my eyes open slowly and come face to face with a blond haired, blue-eyed angel.
“Mommy, me and Charlie want waffles and she needs you to wipe her butt. She just did poo.”
And there it is…hello reality. Little girls, ass wiping and breakfast at… six forty five! “Girls, are you joking? We need to go back to bed for a little while, Mommy’s tired.” And she was just about to get off to her high school crush.
“No! We not tired anymore,” yells Charlie from the bathroom.
“Well I am! Cara, go wipe your sister’s butt, please, please, please, do Mommy this favor?” Great, I’ve resorted to begging. I pull the covers over my head and let out an exaggerated, frustrated huff of air. I hear giggling on the outside of my cocoon. I peek out unwillingly.
“You like a cranky bear, Mommy. Like in the Goldilocks book.”
“Yeah, well, bears are cranky when they’re woken up from their hibernation.” And even more cranky when woken up from a steamy sex dream.
“I done, I done, I done!” Charlie chants impatiently.
I curse Declan and his business trip as I drag myself out of the bed, hobble into the bathroom, and complete the first ass-wiping of the day. After washing my hands and splashing some water on my face, I look at my daughters and am taken aback by the looks on their faces.
“What? What are you looking at?”
The little devils eye me with identical dancing, glacier-blue-eyes.
Charlie just points, giggling, while Cara rolls her eyes and says, “Your hair!”
I turn to the mirror and gasp at my reflection. “Wow, I really do look like a bear. Sorry girls, crazy dream.” Yeah, crazy and wonderful, and you pains in the asses woke me from it.
“You’re still beautiful, Mommy, don’t worry.” Cara hugs my leg.
“Yeah, you bo-oo-ful,” Charlie agrees, hugging my other leg.
“Not quite as beautiful as either of you angels. Now, let me brush up and then we’ll go down for breakfast. Meet ya down in five?” I tap them on their freshly wiped butts and nudge them off.
“Okay,” their voices already trailing off, “we set the table.”
“Okay, girls, thanks lots.”
I grab my phone, ignoring the early hour. Grace insisted I text her the next time I had the dream. So I do.
Again! 2 in 1 month. What the hell is wrong with me?
What the hell is wrong with me? For the past ten years, at least once every few months, I have dreamt about hot, steamy, glorious sex with Noah. Where our hands roam each other’s bodies, leaving no flesh untouched. Where he claims me as his own and I let him wrap his arms around me and tell me how much he loves me.
But I digress.
Faith Andrews lives in New York where she is happily married to her high school sweetheart. They have two beautiful daughters and a furry Yorkie son, Rocco. If she isn’t listening to Mumford and Sons or busy being a Dance Mom, her nose is in a book or her laptop. She’s a sucker for a happily ever after and believes her characters are out there living one somewhere . . .
Website: http://faithandrews.wordpress.com
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