Authors: Cassandra P. Lewis
Me and Mr. Write
By Cassandra P Lewis
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Thank you so much for all the support
I recommend this book to everyone! I loved every minute of it! Not only did I just buy it today, it kept me so hooked I also finished it! This is a hands down must read!
Wow. I never wanted to visit Thailand until reading this book. It just sounds so beautiful, yet peaceful. The sex scenes almost left me panting.....wow. There were times where I felt my heart cry because of how Jackson acted or how he screwed it up in Thailand. The author has a real talent here. I am looking forward to the next book, that's for sure!
Good book and definitely a book for anyone who likes a romance story with a bit of spice.
This is a highly addictive read! You laugh and cry with the characters and are sad when it ends. Excellent story with twists and turns to keep you entertained.
I couldn't put this book down, it took me to chapter 9 to get hooked into 50 shades but this book was by 9%. I loved the depth of the relationships and the descriptions of Thailand; it’s now on my list of places to go. Can't wait to read the next book
Great story and wonderful characters, I loved reading about the characters and enjoyed the book immensely. The setting was fun, and the secondary characters were interesting too. The entire book I was hoping the main characters would get together, and of course, it's a happily ever after. A great way to spend a dreary afternoon!
I found this book both captivating and intriguing...couldn't put it down!! Brilliantly written and creative. It has certainly left me wanting more and I eag
erly anticipate the follow-up.
I have never been to Thailand but the author describes it so beautifully that she actually takes you there! The beautifully described characters really come to life and their relationships describe love in its truest form! The author cleverly moves from the two main characters perspectives, which gives more insight to the feelings of the characters. This romance part of the book is in my opinion only a small part and Rosie's relationship with her witty best friend Pippa and her brother makes the reader envious of the love between them and makes the story so much more than the usual love story! I'd recommend this to my friends just for the visualisation of the beautiful Jackson James!
able of Contents
Step into the final INSTALMENT…
“Good m
orning” I speak through a yawn as I wake to find Jackson sitting up in bed next to me, smiling, “How long have you been awake?”
“I don’t know
really, a little while” he strokes my hair from my face and glances around my childhood bedroom, amused, “It’s very erm…pink”
“I’m a girl!” I sit up in mock
defensiveness and pout; Jackson laughs and playfully nips at my protruding bottom lip with his teeth before kissing me, “Merry Christmas Mr James” I smile, “I wonder if Santa has been.”
I jump out of bed excitedly and
head for the door, Jackson laughing behind me as he follows me downstairs…
Christmas in the Alvez house is a big deal. Dad always cooks a big breakfast, a fusion of Spanish treats and a ‘Full English’, while Mam fusses around sorting the turkey and preparing the vegetables for dinner. Every year she moans that she should have started earlier while Dad sings loudly and almost floats around the kitchen, much to Mam’s frustration, and her amusement.
This year is so far turning out to be my favourite Christmas of
all; I have the man that I’m madly in love with next to me on one side and my brother on the other. Matthew is here and despite the fact that Pippa’s parents live only three doors away, they always spend Christmas in Portugal, so she’s here too. All of the people that I love most in the world are all in one room, I couldn’t be any happier.
I was due to head up to Jackson’s Dad’s house in Yorkshire for New Year so thankfully I have
his present here with me. I didn’t know what to get him, we haven’t been together long, and obviously I had no idea that he was going to propose, so I tried to keep it very simple. As I sit at the breakfast table admiring the stunning vintage emerald and diamond ring on my left hand I am aware that I’m smiling, it’s beautiful, and I know that he chose it to match my eyes. Jackson told me that it’s my eyes that pulled him in; he says that they held him captive like a fly in a spider web. When he nearly crushed me that day in Gold Square, when I had no idea who he was and he thought I was an assistant, he knew that day that he needed to see me again. He says he thinks I hypnotised him with my eyes, which made me feel a little like Kaa the snake from The Jungle Book, but it was sweet all the same.
A ring
after such a short time together was the last thing that I was expecting; it hadn’t even entered my thoughts. I’m certainly not expecting to receive anything else from him as it must have cost a fortune, so when he passes me a wrapped box at the breakfast table I can’t help but look surprised,
“Why are you so shocked?
” He laughs and leans in so close to me that his breath on my ears raises goose bumps all over my body “It’s Christmas, and you’ve been a very good girl!” His voice is almost a whisper but has a gravelly tone that makes me hungry for him in an instant. He looks at me with a mischievous grin that says ‘
you’ve been anything but good Alvez’
and I blush. I’m thankful that Rafe, Matthew and Pippa have gone into the kitchen to beg my dad for churros con chocolate,
“
You already gave me this!” I hold up my left hand, “This is too much” I am embarrassed to accept another present from him, Michael generally only bought me fluffy socks and a toiletry set,
“Rosetta,
its Christmas. Open it” he nudges me with his elbow and smiles lovingly as I start to open the gift. As the paper comes away to reveal a black box I feel the heat rise in my cheeks. I know that it is more jewellery and given the ring that he chose, I know it isn’t going to be a cheap trinket, I tentatively open the box.
I gasp
at the sight of the necklace. It is a perfect partner to my engagement ring, a simple chain with an exquisite vintage emerald and diamond pendant that really does take my breath away. I look Jackson in the eyes with a shy smile “It’s stunning” I pause for a breath as I take in the beauty of the gift, and the thought behind it.
“
Thank you…for everything” Jackson squeezes my hand affectionately and leans in to kiss me gently. My senses are on high alert at his closeness and the feel of his lips on mine, the sight of the ring on my left hand as my fingers drift over the gorgeous matching necklace and the smell of melted chocolate and cinnamon drifting in from the kitchen. The sound of Rafe and Pippa fighting over food fills the house and I realise that for the first time in years, I am truly happy.
After breakfast, Jackson and I head back upstairs, I want to give him his present but feel a little embarrassed. It’s nowhere near as dazzling as his to me. I reach into my duffle bag and pull out the neatly wrapped package,
“
Don’t laugh, I feel a little silly giving this to you now” I pass the gift to Jackson, who is now sitting on the bed,
“
I don’t need anything but you Rosie but I’m sure it’s perfect” he winks and pats the bed for me to come and sit next to him.
As I watch Jackson unwrap the large book and open the front cover, I see him smile, “Rosie, this is amazing.”
He is genuinely pleased as he looks down at the scrapbook of photos of our visit to the nursery and letters and drawings from the children, “I love this, thank you.”
In
the back of the book I have glued a copy of my finished article about the cause and its desperate need for funding, along with a letter from Jean confirming that two new sponsors have already been in touch. Jackson seems touched as the smiling faces of the children look up at him from the pages,
“That’s
the day that I fell in love with you Jackson, so it seemed like the perfect thing to give to you” I blush a little at my admission but when he leans over to kiss me I know that I did the right thing.
“Come on, we should get downstairs” I stand ready to leave the room but Jackson keeps hold of my hand “
Come on everyone will be wondering where we are” I lean back a little, pulling on his hand but he stays put, and looks at me with that hunger that I’ve seen so many times before, “No Jackson, not here. I can’t”
“
Why? We’re engaged Rosie I’m sure people expect it” he takes my other hand and tries to pull me toward the bed,
“Jackson,
I’ve never had a boy in this room before” I smile and shuffle backwards releasing his grip on my hands, he laughs,
“
A boy?” he laughs again, “I haven’t been called a boy in a long time” he stands and pulls me close, sliding a hand down my spine and across my backside, pulling me even closer and I hear him take in a slow breath, “I cannot stand to go the whole three days that we’re here without touching you Rosie” he kisses my neck and I want to give in but gather my strength,
“Jackson James,
you are a fiend and I will tell my Daddy on you if you’re not careful” I lean my head back allowing him the access to kiss my throat and I smile before coming back to kiss him deeply, “It’s just that it’s my parents’ house, it’s a bit weird for me. Let’s go downstairs, there’s drinking and eating to be done after all” I walk toward my bedroom door and notice he isn’t following.
I turn to him and ask,
“Are you coming?”
“Yep…
I’m right behind you” he tilts his head to the side and glances downwards, drawing my eye to the massive erection clearly visible in his grey tracksuit bottoms and I can’t help the laughter that escapes me,
“Best…Christmas…
EVER!” I laugh as I walk out of the room and downstairs, leaving Jackson to calm down.
“My goodness Mrs Alvez, that’s one of the best meals that I have ever had” Jackson leans back in his chair and rubs his stomach,
“Ah Jackson, call me Bernie Please.
And thank you, Joaquin does most of the cooking around here but Christmas and Sunday dinners are mine” Mam winks at Jackson and laughs, he smiles and I notice a slight sadness in his eyes,
“Hey,
are you ok?” I whisper while everyone around the table is deep in conversation,
“Yeah sweetie I’m good, it’s just the first Christmas in twelve years that th
ere’s been a Mum at the table. It’s nice but you know!” he holds my hand and smiles as though he’s trying to reassure me that he’s fine. I suddenly feel guilty, I hadn’t even thought about the fact that he’s probably missing his Mum, or that he’s not with his Dad.
“Is your Dad at home, he won’t be on his own will he?” I am worried when I think of my future father in law all alone on Christmas day,