Throwin out Thursday!!!

Its Thursday and I am finally getting my post out on time! I have been really busy this week but I found time to start on Scarred book two which I will be bringing you tonight. I really have nothing more to say and this is a long excerpt, so without further ado......

SCARRED 2


I vow to keep you safe al

I promise to always

I will do my

 

Fuck!

Why is this so hard? I know that Brayden is the only man I have ever even though about marrying, but somehow writing vows was the hardest thing I have had to do to date. As I sat watching Garrett and Eli exchange vows earlier today, I was inspired to write my own. Now, I am sitting in front of a pile of crumpled up napkins, waiting for Brayden to return from the upper deck of the riverboat. His phone call has taken over twenty minutes, and I am getting more annoyed by the minute. I told him to leave his Blackberry in our stateroom, but somehow he got it passed me.

Frustrated, I stand and walk to the bar, skirting past the raucous dance floor on my way there. Through the throngs of gyrating bodies, I can see Garrett and Eli dancing closely, displaying their love for all to see. I catch Eli’s eye. He winks at me, and motions for me to join them. I politely shake my head no, but find myself being pushed from behind out onto the dance floor.

I glance over my shoulder finding Lyle, Lola the drag queens male persona, shoving me over to Garrett. I practically stumble into his arms as he wraps me in a sloppy drunken hug.

“Gurrrl, where have you been all my life?” He slurs into my ear.

I grin up into his eyes and rub his head, messing up his perfectly styled quaff. A song we love to dance to starts over the pa and he and I bust into a perfectly choreographed dance routine. The dance floor opens up giving us room to move as we dominate the floor. I laugh when Garrett trips and falls to the floor. As I help him up, I feel a familiar set of strong hands wrap around my waist steadying me. 

Eli comes over to steady Garrett, and thanks me nodding to Brayden as a slow song starts. I start to twist but Brayden holds me firm against his chest. His earthy smell surrounds me, along with the smell of the fresh night air. I lean my head back into his broad chest and sigh, savoring the moment.

“I can’t wait to make you my wife.” He whispers into my ear, and my whole body shivers with anticipation.

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HAVE A GOOD NIGHT!!!

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