Christmas is supposed to be about love, support, giving–and most of all–family. The Pierson family had decided to come together to celebrate the holidays. The goal? Ignore all of the things that are terrorizing their individual lives and be in one space again. What could possibly go wrong? Mom is selling the house and has told no one. The two youngest male and female siblings have moved back home. No one knows why. There are things plaguing the family business. Why Eric Pierson thought he would be able to surprise his girlfriend with a proposal for Christmas and his “loving” family, he doesn’t know? He receives the surprise of a lifetime when the oldest of his younger sisters unwittingly invites his ex-girlfriend, who happens to be her former college roommate and friend, to spend the holiday with the family. This Christmas is quickly shaping up to be the one that not one of the Piersons will ever want to remember.
“Your father would’ve been proud of you. Madison beams every time she looks at that arm even though she is horrified knowing that you are in any pain because of her.”
“You think so? I think she’s pissed at me.”
Their mother had smirked and waited until Madison was out of earshot before she bent down to ask him her next question.
“Are you sexually deprived, Jamison?”
His stunned green gaze flicked to Eric before turning back to their mother. She smirked as his cheeks actually turned red with his embarrassment.
“I’m guessing that’s a no. If she was pissed off then she wouldn’t dote on you the way she does. The secret glances at her big, strong man wouldn’t happen. Sex would most definitely be off the table even if it were just for one day. Seeing as she hasn’t stopped brushing up against you, you aren’t begging for it. Quite the opposite.”
Eric had howled for ten full minutes after that keen observation from Evelyn Pierson.
As of midnight November 18th, Rose Silverstone is a PUBLISHED author.
Title: Breathe: Clarissa
Series: The Pierson Twin Duet
Release Date: November 18, 2016
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Catch your breath as Clarissa learns to control hers. It’s the first thing she should learn to control then maybe she’ll get a handle on everything else in her life.
Life is funny. It sure has a funny way of showing an individual what type of person they truly are. Hmm, life shows a person all of the signs of their weaknesses and sometimes throws them up in their face while beating them down. In my case, it wasn’t so much … life. It was the guy in my world. It was the man that I’d chosen to give my body and heart to. At one time, I believed he was absolutely perfect and practically walked on water. I won’t dwell on that now. I’ll come back to it later. I want to share how I got to the point of fighting for every breath before learning how to breathe. I’m Clarissa Pierson. I’m twenty-four years old, the “good” twin and this is my story.
“Your turn. Best idiotic thing someone has ever asked you when they learn what you do for a living.”
“Riss, is this what we’re really going to do tonight? I mean, it’s great catching up and hanging out, but I’m sensing something’s off. This feels forced. The only time it has ever felt that way with us was when …”
“One or both of us was overcompensating. I know. I … I just wanted a glimpse. It’s what I’ve always expected us to be.”
“What do you mean by ‘us?’ Have you been …” He pauses and sits up straighter before continuing. “Tell me what you mean.”
Nathaniel’s features are a canvas of emotion. The prominent one is hope and I want to keep it steadily in place. The problem is I can’t do that.
“Friends. I’ve missed us as … friends.”
The hope morphs to disappointment and I turn away. Averting my gaze means I’m not focusing on the pain I’m causing him. I don’t need to see it to know it is there. I’ve recognized the looks. I’ve seen the desire. I know it well because it is reflected back at me in my mirror when I think of him. I’m not in a space where he’s even a possibility for me.
“Bull … shit! You don’t fool me.” He’s out of his chair and around the table before I can turn to see what he’s doing. “I’m not letting you drive any longer, Clarissa. I’m having what’s rightfully mine tonight. Screw the rest. This is ours.”
His lips are crashing into mine before I’m able to formulate a response. I’m in his arms and being carried to the couch bed as he reacquaints himself with the feel of my lips. Our tongues dance and I can think of no reason to pull away from this man. We don’t pull apart as we strip each other. I’m beyond thrilled to know that neither of us is wearing something that needs to go over either of our heads.
Something new for me this week/month/year is finding a new space in the big state of Texas. I’ve recently moved to Houston. I know. If you follow me on Facebook it states this has been my home. I knew this was coming so I decided to have my settings already set up with my new hometown.
Let me just start this by saying: HOT DAMN! I don’t know if any of my readers have ever crossed from Louisiana into Texas via automobile. If you’ve never done it, I recommend doing so. There is a bridge that is scary as hell but amazingly beautiful at night to take in. (I suck because I don’t recall the name of the thing.)
Ha! I figured it out. Aren Cambre is the name of the bridge. (picture below) I’m so excited to be here. My brain is not fully functional because I’m still adjusting to the area, heat, and time difference. It’s only an hour, but even sixty minutes has the ability to affect your well-being. New hometown, new job, and new adventures as I try to get everything in order. Goodness gracious, the things that I need to handle.
Along with the newness of this place is the book that is soon to be released. Here is the cover, a teaser, and an excerpt from my upcoming November release.
My answers would come in the form of a phone call from my mother of all people.
“Hey Mom, how’s it going?”
“Oh good. I was hoping I didn’t call too late or wake the boys.”
“Congrats. You caught me in a rare moment of quiet.”
“Ah! I won’t keep you long because I recall all too well how few and far between those moments are. As a mother, you tend to cherish every second of them.”
I chuckled, “That’s exactly it. To what do I owe this call?”
“I had the strangest … visit today.”
“You did? From who?”
Never in a million years did I ever expect her to mention the name that she did.
“Nathaniel Porter. He surprised us with a rare visit and a bottle of wine. He just arrived back from a trip to Italy. Did you know that he’d gone there? He mentioned seeing you in Savannah a few months ago.”
Every part of my body felt as if it seized and locked in place. My hope was that nothing was said that would make my mother suspicious. I should’ve known my … Nathaniel was better than that.
“We did see each other.”
“I can’t believe that you were so close and didn’t make a trip to see your parents. I miss my other daughter. It’s not fair that Marilynn gets to spend so much time with our grandchildren. I want them to know me just as much as they know her.”
I hoped I could keep my mother on the subject of the little competition that she had going with Theodore’s mother. I just needed to be on the phone long enough to appease my mother’s need to keep in touch with all of her children and make a quick excuse as to why I couldn’t remain on the phone.
After about five minutes of reassurance that she’d see her grandchildren soon, I prepped to end the call when Nathaniel was brought up again.
“I was surprised to find out that Nate didn’t have the correct phone number for you. As close as you two have always been, I would think he would be one of the few that had every way to contact you at the touch of a screen.”
I clearly heard her unspoken question, but didn’t respond to it. Instead, I waited.
“Hmm. You’re quiet. Is there something going on that I need to know about? He said you’d left a bag of yours with him and he’d wanted to get it to you. If that weren’t odd enough, he appeared taken aback when I mentioned Theodore. The man seemed genuinely perplexed when I asked if your husband had been there on business or not. I actually had to say the words, ‘Theo is Clare’s husband.’ The devastation on that man’s face told me that there was more to the story than met the eye. Now, I ask again. Is there something that I need to be made aware of?”
This is why I have stated on countless occasions that mothers should automatically be given detective badges upon giving birth. My mother is a human lie detector and can sniff out misdirection better than anyone I know. Even with her skills, I find myself fighting the urge to spill my guts. I don’t want to discuss this. It’s too much. It’s more than I want to deal with right now.
The handle of the door twisting saves me from having to respond. I know who’s on the other side and I’ve never been so happy to hear that my husband is home in the entirely of our short marriage.
“Mom, I have to go. Theo is home. We’ll talk soon. I love you.”
I hear my mother’s tsk as clear as if she were standing directly in front of me.
“I’m going to go now, but know that I will be calling again soon and you will tell me what’s going on. Know that I know something’s not right, young lady.”
I’m beyond glad that I’m not in front of her. Those two words tacked on at the end would get me to sing like a canary. Until I get a handle on things, I don’t need to talk to anyone about what my feelings may or may not be for Nathaniel Porter.
“Mrs. Taylor, I’m home. Where are you and my babies?”
I hear Theo call from the foyer and turn in the chair that I’ve been parked in since I first entered the library.
“Mom, I’m going to go. I don’t like to be busy when Theo arrives home. He usually has a million things he wants to share with me.”
“Oh, all right. Fine. Go. I’ll call tomorrow.”
There’s a call I’ll be dreading, but know I will answer when she calls. I also know that the call will come tomorrow. She won’t be ignored and I’m unable to decline a call from her.
If only I could follow through with some of the hopes that floated through my brain, I would be so much happier.
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Title: Breathe: Clarissa (The Pierson Twin Duet, Book 1)
Author: Rose Silverstone
Genre: NA Romantic Suspense
Release Date: November 18, 2016
*Both books can be read as a stand alone! (HEA or is it?)
I was absolutely flabbergasted and spellbound in that breath of time. I’d forgotten that he did that. We’d been apart too long for it to be an everyday recollection. Lying down on the sofa, he lay next to me and put his arms around my waist. I’ll admit that I don’t have much of a backside, but there is enough back there to make note of. I’ve been grabbed and periodically pinched enough to know there’s something to hold on to. Most of those grabs and pinches came because I was mistaken for my overtly friendly twin, but that’s neither here nor there at the moment or any future situation. The point is, Nathaniel did something I never thought I’d ever enjoy. After wrapping those long, strong arms around my waist, he squeezed the cheeks of my ass together then patted the bottom before making himself comfortable. I couldn’t let it pass without speaking on it. “Did you just fluff my ass cheeks like a pillow?” “I did. It’s not anything new so I don’t know why you’re sounding the way you are. You know you like it.” I did like it. I’ve never told him that and I probably never will, but I tend to get turned on when he does it. It’s like the action is a way of him making a claim on me. It wasn’tsomething he’d ever ventured to explain the reason for before. “Whether I like it or not, don’t you feel weird? I mean aren’t uncomfortable lying like that?” “Nope. these babies make for a mighty fine enough pillow,” he said as he squeezed them again. I smirked and a little giggle slipped out as he released his “pillows” to get comfortable again. “Tonight, I get to have my Rissa Bear pillows lull me to sleep.”