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THE AMENDMENT (The Contract Series #3) by Melanie Moreland
Release Date: October 7, 2019
Cover Design by: Melissa Ringuette of Monark Designs Services
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Richard VanRyan has it all.
A loving wife, a beautiful family, great friends, and a career he excels at.
He is riding high on the crest of life.
What happens when the ride stops?
When the unthinkable becomes reality and life may never again be the same?
The Contract has changed.
Can Richard and Katy overcome The Amendment?
The Contract Series
Follow Richard VanRyan and Katy as they hate, love, and grow in this gripping, deeply emotional series.
What do you do when the one person you loath becomes the one person you can’t live without?
Richard VanRyan just added another description to his resume.
How will he handle it?
When the life you know becomes the life you had, how do you cope?
How will Richard and Katy overcome The Amendment?
I pulled back the blankets on her side and slid her in. I left her sleeping, grabbed a long, hot shower, and got ready for bed, slipping in beside her. In a second, she was nestled against me, her head on my chest and her leg tossed over mine—my own personal starfish. There was no doubt Gracie had inherited that from her.
I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
She shifted, lifting her leg, her knee rubbing over my groin, making my cock stir. Maybe she wasn’t as sleepy as I had thought.
“Katy,” I warned. “Don’t be starting something you’re too tired to finish.”
She burrowed closer, running her hand down my chest, her voice low and raspy from sleep. “I missed you so much.”
I lifted my head, peering down at her. Her eyes were drowsy and narrow but still filled with adoration. She had a way of looking at me that made me feel ten feet tall. As if I could do anything. Be anything for her.
I tugged her up my chest, my lips close to hers. “I missed you too, baby. I always miss you.”
Her hand slid under the waistband of my sleep pants. Nude sleeping had stopped once Gracie began to walk. She was adventurous and had no trouble climbing into our bed in the middle of the night.
Katy’s hand closed around my hardening cock. “I missed this, too.”
“We’re both happy to be home.”
She sat up, throwing her leg over my hips and gripping my waistband. “Up,” she commanded.
I arched, and she dragged my pants down, lowering herself until we were skin-to-skin.
“Jesus, Katy, you had underwear on a few minutes ago.”
She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “My undies exploded.”
Her voice was raspy and sexy. “They heard Richard VanRyan was back. Boom! They were gone.”
“Is that a fact?”
She stretched over my torso, the heat of her sliding along my cock. “Yeah.”
“I hope you weren’t hurt during the blast.”
“A little scorched. I’m sure you can put out the fire.” She kissed me, her lips devouring mine, hungry and urgent. I gripped her hip and wound my other hand into her hair, kissing her back. The taste of my wife, the feel of her skin on mine, was like nothing else. I loved these moments with her—when it was simply us. Together.
I eased back, gazing up at her. Her quiet beauty overwhelmed me at times. I stroked her soft skin, spreading my hands over her stomach.
She bit her lip, for the first time not meeting my eyes as I ran small circles over the gentle curves of her. She stilled my actions, her fingers restless on top of mine.
“Hey,” I called quietly. “Katy, baby, come back to me.”
She lifted her eyes, and I shook my head, knowing exactly what she was thinking. I traced the light lines that bothered her so much along her hips and stomach. It wasn’t very often she was insecure with me anymore, and this was something I needed to address, once and for all.
“These don’t bother me, Katy, and they shouldn’t bother you. They don’t make you less beautiful—only more so to me. They’re part of you. Part of us. You have them because for nine months you cradled, nurtured, and carried our children—my children—inside you. These little lines are proof of the strength you have. Tiny reminders of the wonder that your body is to me.” I raised myself up and kissed her, pouring all the love I felt into the kiss. “Of the wonder you are to me.”
“How do you always know the right thing to say?”
“It’s not the right thing, Katy. It’s the truth.”
“I love you,” she whispered.
“Good.” I winked at her. “Because I’m about to fuck you, and I need you to be with me on that.”
She grinned, her dark moment passing. She pushed me back to the mattress. “Oh, I’m with you, VanRyan.”
About the Author:
New York Times/USA Today bestselling author Melanie Moreland, lives a happy and content life in a quiet area of Ontario with her beloved husband of twenty-seven-plus years and their rescue cat, Amber. Nothing means more to her than her friends and family, and she cherishes every moment spent with them.
While seriously addicted to coffee, and highly challenged with all things computer-related and technical, she relishes baking, cooking, and trying new recipes for people to sample. She loves to throw dinner parties, and also enjoys traveling, here and abroad, but finds coming home is always the best part of any trip.
Melanie loves stories, especially paired with a good wine, and enjoys skydiving (free falling over a fleck of dust) extreme snowboarding (falling down stairs) and piloting her own helicopter (tripping over her own feet.) She’s learned happily ever afters, even bumpy ones, are all in how you tell the story.
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