Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is Secrets on the River by PK Corey.
Everyone has secrets, but most don’t have major implications. When Jenny tries to keep her weekend activities from Cal, the repercussions of him finding out land only on her. But some secrets are bigger and more far reaching. You would think that as long as Cassie, Sue and Annie have known each other, surely they could have no real secrets from one another. But you’d be surprised. The full truth behind one secret may never be known, another could change the face of The Landing forever.
From steamy sex to both playful and painful spankings, the people on the river continue to live and love and marvel at all that are learning.
Here is a steamy snippet!
Tom woke later to the sound of a low frightened-sounding moan. He reached for Cassie but she wasn’t close. He groped for the lamp. Cassie was near the edge of their large bed. “No, no!” she shouted. Then more quietly, “Hide me! Please God, no!”
Tom was appalled by the absolute terror in her voice. He reached for her, afraid she would fall out of the bed. “No!” she nearly screamed as he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back to him.
“No!” she continued to cry loudly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Don’t hurt me!”
“Cassie, Cassie! Wake up,” Tom was repeating. “Wake up, you’re safe. Cassie, open your eyes. It’s Tom. You’re safe, honey. Wake up.”
She was rigid in his arms for a moment, then jerked her head around. “Tom!” The relief in her voice was evident and then she burst into sobs and clung to him. Tom sat up against the headboard and pulled her onto his lap. Her body was covered in sweat and she was shaking with emotion, from fear or relief Tom couldn’t tell.
He heard a faint knock on their open door and Lily spoke. “Mr. Tom? Is everythin’ all right? I heard Missy hollerin’. Can I do anythin’?”
“Yes, please come in Lily,” Tom answered. He pulled the sheet up over Cassie as he held her close. “Could you get a glass of water and a cool cloth?”
Tom held the cool cloth to her face and he talked quietly. Cassie often told him that just the sound of his voice was like a cool balm to her so he talked on, telling her she was fine, that Sue would heal and Allie was healthy and happy. Her breathing was slowing but she was still pressing tighter and tighter against him.
After a few minutes he chuckled, “Girl, if you get any closer you’re going to be behind me.” He could feel her body relax a little. “You want a sip of water?” he asked. She shook her head.
“He was coming for me. He was going to hurt me,” she said.
“Who was going to hurt you? Not Dawson?”
“No, not him,” Cassie continued in a low whisper. “Not him…it was Edwin.”
Edwin! Tom stared down at Cassie. He hadn’t heard her say that name aloud in more than forty years. Why in God’s name would she have a nightmare about a man who had been dead for more than fifty years?
Edwin had been Cassie’s first husband.0