With the delivery of one Dear John letter and a set of divorce papers, Delia Myers is on a her way to self-discovery. First stop: Embracing she’s a terrible judge of character. Especially when it comes to men.
Jake Forrester is a small town cop, who is beyond charming, and hunky enough to have every female in a hundred mile radius panting after him. Basically everything she is trying to avoid. Too bad he’s been determined to chase after her from the second he’s laid eyes on her oversized floral granny panties.
She may run, but can she hide from love?
I found this book to be an entertaining quick read. The elements in the plot could have been more raw and emotionally intense but the author did a great job at keeping it light and paying respect to the issues at hand without overwhelming the reader.
Delia never knew what a family was. Her mother was a drunk, she was passed from one foster home to the next, never having a place to call an actual home. She met her husband in high school when he showed her some attention and promised her forever. After marrying and playing the part of a stay at home military wife while he traveled and was absent for months at a time, she received her worst fear in the mail, divorce papers. She was now forced to accept the reality that she never had children with him, even though they had tried, she had no family, no husband, no home, even her identity was taken from her so she did what she does best, she ran.
An event on the road could have killed her, but soon she will find it provided her with a second chance, if she stays around long enough to take it. Jake was the policeman who found her that night and decided he couldn’t let her go. He was the sexy man in town that women would fall over their feet for. Raising a young son that has a story of his own, he knows what it is like to be used and left alone. Those old wounds might have healed but the scars they left are still deep. With all of his doubt, there was still something about the fragile Delia that he couldn’t ignore. She was a woman he wanted to save.
The humor in this book was cleaver and funny. I watched the controlled wife shed that life and find herself in a new world. From the type of clothing she wore to the fact she was accepting her reality and soaking in life was amazing. I loved the role Jake played as he continue to chase her down and bring her back, only to know he was going to have to scale the walls around her because nothing was going to break them down. His son was one of the best parts of this story, for being 11 he had an old wise soul about him that just made me want to take him in as my own. Chasing Delia is a book that would fit any readers need for a quick, engaging read. It will draw you in on page one, make you become Delia’s cheerleader early and you will be melting over the bumbling sex God Jake. A perfect weekend read.
Settling into position she jumped a little when his ran his hand down her bottom, filling her body with aching awareness. He chuckled, “I’m going to spank you now, star shine.”
“I know.” Her voice was small and shook more from longing than fear.
“Do you know why?”
“I, uuh,” She had some thoughts as to why, but damned if she could think when his hand caressed down her thigh and back up to gently explore her heat.
“I’m going to spank you for pulling away from me, when you should have told me what was going on in that mind of yours, Del. I’m going to spank you because I know you like it. And dammit Del, I going to spank you cause I’ve been dreaming of it since the first time I had you spread out across my lap.”
The last part came out as a growl. His palm landed sharply on her bottom, hard enough to rock her forward. He pulled back and peppered her again and again. She cried out. Bracing herself, she clung to the sheets. The spanking was definitely more punishing than the first one, but that didn’t stop the heat of each strike from going straight to her core. Back and forth, left, then right. He struck each cheek in equal measure, with stinging force. If he held back she couldn’t tell. Her bottom was a throbbing mass. She could feel the tears track down the side of her face, yet she held her bottom up in the air for each strike he delivered, silently begging for more. She felt once again overwhelmed and confused by the lust his spanking invoked. She wanted to be punished, she would have begged to be punished. She could feel the heat radiating from her bottom, and knew it must be glowing red.
Aubrey Cara likes it sweet n’ dirty—romance that is. She adores writing about kinky characters finding their one true naughty soul mate to love, cherish, and get freaky with. Aubrey resides in Coastal GA with her wonderful husband, superhero kid, two hand-me-down dogs, and a fish that has survived against all odds. When she’s not writing you can find her sewing costumes, repairing leaky faucets and dodging the PTA.