“He’s looking for her,” I said finally.
Lucky had had to be sedated when they told him about Bex. He’d started to rip out all of the cords in his arms and get out of bed. Despite the fact he was recovering from two gunshot wounds that technically killed him. Stopped his heart and had him in a coma for days.
“Yeah,” was all Asher said. His hand brushed the hair from my face. “You okay, flower?” His voice was tight with worry. As it always was when he looked at me. He was waiting, I knew. Waiting for me to fall apart.
“No,” I replied honestly, and his frame tightened. “But I will be. Somehow. We’ll find her,” I said firmly. “For now, we’ll keep going. For now, I’ve got you.”
His hands fastened at my neck. “Forever you’ve got me, flower,” he promised.
“Forever,” I agreed.
His eyes stayed locked on mine for a moment, then his mouth went to mine. He kissed me slowly, building a steady crescendo of need in my belly.
My hands fastened around his neck as the kiss deepened and he lifted me to set me on the counter. I moaned into his mouth when I felt his hard length pressing into my panties. His hand moved to caress my nipple.
“Asher,” I breathed against his mouth.
“My Lily,” he murmured, moving his hands downward.
I slipped my own hand underneath his tee, running it over the skin that had my name inked on his body.
He hissed as I raked my nails slowly across it and over to his muscled back.
My panties were pushed aside, and he positioned himself at my entrance. His hand framed my face and he paused, gazing at me in amazement.
“Perfect,” he proclaimed quietly.
Then he pushed into me, causing the air to escape from my lungs.
Everything else melted away in that moment. The pain, the pressure, the sorrow. It all disappeared, and it was only me and Asher.
After, Asher cleaned me up he carried me out to the conservatory, which looked out onto the waves. Mom and I had spent hours out here when I was growing up. She said the entire reason she bought the house was this spot right here. Where you could feel like you were witnessing nature’s beauty and ferocity from a safe cocoon. It was hard to be out here at first, but now I felt the memories of Mom wrapping me in that same safe cocoon.
Asher sat us on the old ottoman facing the ocean, gathering me tightly in his arms. We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. Words would chase in the reality of what lay out there. For now, we needed silence. Just each other. Just the moment where everything made sense.
The ringing of Asher’s phone chased away that fleeting moment.
We both tightened as he jostled me slightly to retrieve it from his jeans.
“Yeah,” he clipped tightly.
As with every phone call, I braced. For inevitable news. For the gut wrenching pain that would be at the end of it. For the less likely relief that it might hold.
Asher’s frame tightened as he stayed silent. His hard gaze met mine.
My heart beat in my throat at his expression.
“We’ll be right there,” he replied tersely.
He paused a moment after he put the phone down. “We’ve got her,” he declared huskily.
Every taut muscle I’d been holding for three weeks slackened and I collapsed against him. I jerked my head up.
“She’s alive? Okay?” I managed to choke out.
Asher stroked my head. “Yeah, flower. She’s alive.”
I closed my eyes a moment, sending out a thanks to the universe. She was alive. I let that piece of news wash over me. I felt the weight at my chest lift. She was alive. Everything else would be okay. Everything else Asher and I would face, together.
I want to extend a huge thanks to every single one of my amazing readers. I have the best job in the world and the best readers in the world. Beyond the Horizon was deeply personal and emotional for me to write, I know a lot of people struggle with issues touched on in this book. I’m sending my love and thoughts to every one of you. I know that you can find your own HEA just like Lily and Asher.
I couldn’t do this without my phenomenal betas. Amy, Sarah, Andrea, Jennifer and Ginny, I seriously love you, ladies. This book would not be what it is without them.
I want to give a special mention to Judy. I can’t thank you enough for beta reading this for me even though it touched on some sensitive issues. You’re amazing, my thoughts are with you.
Thank you Kay, for not only editing this book, but for making it look so beautiful.
Writing has done so much for me and brought me so much happiness. I have made some wonderful friends along the way, and the amazing Amo Jones deserves a special mention. I'm so grateful to have met you and to have you as a friend, as my person.
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Until next time...
Anne
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Anne Malcom has been an avid reader since before she can remember, her mother responsible for her book addiction. It started with magical journeys into the world of Hogwarts and Middle Earth; then as she grew up her reading tastes grew with her. Her obsession with books and romance novels in particular gave Anne the opportunity to find another passion, writing. Finding writing about alpha males and happily ever afters more fun than reading about them, Anne is not about to stop any time soon.
Raised in small town New Zealand, Anne had a truly special childhood, growing up in one of the most beautiful countries in the world. She has backpacked across Europe, ridden camels in the Sahara, eaten her way through Italy, and had all sorts of crazy adventures. For now, she's back at home in New Zealand and quite happy. But who knows when the travel bug will bite her again?
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