WEDNESDAY
By:
Kendall Ryan
Release
Day: May 23
Standalone
Hard core fucking.
It’s not what I really want, but it's
all he has to offer. He's filled with turmoil and heartache and
regrets, but for two hours every Wednesday all he feels is me. How
much I desire him, how desperate he makes me, how much I'd like
things to be different between us. Real.
He used to be my best friend back
before he got married. And now? Now, he’s a young widower. It'd be
wrong on so many levels to expect something more from him. So I give
him what he needs. Dark delicious fucking. But I know I can’t keep
this up. I've already given him my body, my soul. I want him to have
my heart. It might drive him away forever, but that’s a risk I’m
forced to take.
Wednesday is an angsty romp told from
dual points of view. If you’re in the mood for something quick and
dirty, you’ve found it. Proceed at your own risk.
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EXCERPT:
“It’s almost like you were waiting for me.” He treated me to a rare
devilish grin.
The ass. Of course I was waiting for him. I gave his chest a playful
shove, but rather than it pushing him away, he stepped closer,
crossing the threshold to invade my space. And my heart kicked up
speed in anticipation.
He was my drug. Bold. Intoxicating. Addictive.
“How was your day?” I asked, trying to keep things light.
He gave me a panty-melting grin, and that was when I knew there
wouldn’t be any pleasantries tonight. I guess I wasn’t surprised. He’d
tried to fuck me in his office a couple days ago, totally taking me
by surprise. He must be particularly wound up.
“My day was fine, Sunshine. Now, come here.”
He offered me his hand, and I took it. Sliding his grasp around my
wrist, he tugged me close so I was right up flush against his chest. I
wondered if he could feel the pounding rhythm of my heart. His own
heartbeat was steady and calm.
“You teased me the other day,” he said, trailing one fingertip down
the side of my cheek. “Wearing that little sundress. I wanted to hike
it up your thighs and watch you ride my face.”
I shivered in his arms. “If you expect me to say sorry, I’m not.”
He chuckled darkly. “As long as you understand I’m going to make up
for it tonight.”
“It’s almost like you were waiting for me.” He treated me to a rare
devilish grin.
The ass. Of course I was waiting for him. I gave his chest a playful
shove, but rather than it pushing him away, he stepped closer,
crossing the threshold to invade my space. And my heart kicked up
speed in anticipation.
He was my drug. Bold. Intoxicating. Addictive.
“How was your day?” I asked, trying to keep things light.
He gave me a panty-melting grin, and that was when I knew there
wouldn’t be any pleasantries tonight. I guess I wasn’t surprised. He’d
tried to fuck me in his office a couple days ago, totally taking me
by surprise. He must be particularly wound up.
“My day was fine, Sunshine. Now, come here.”
He offered me his hand, and I took it. Sliding his grasp around my
wrist, he tugged me close so I was right up flush against his chest. I
wondered if he could feel the pounding rhythm of my heart. His own
heartbeat was steady and calm.
“You teased me the other day,” he said, trailing one fingertip down
the side of my cheek. “Wearing that little sundress. I wanted to hike
it up your thighs and watch you ride my face.”
I shivered in his arms. “If you expect me to say sorry, I’m not.”
He chuckled darkly. “As long as you understand I’m going to make up
for it tonight.”
About
The Author:
A
New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author
of more than a dozen titles, Kendall Ryan has sold over 1.5 million
books and her books have been translated into several languages in
countries around the world. She's a traditionally published author
with Simon & Schuster and Harper Collins UK, as well as an
independently published author. Since she first began self-publishing
in 2012, she's appeared at #1 on Barnes & Noble and iBooks charts
around the world. Her books have also appeared on the New York Times
and USA Today bestseller lists more than three dozen times. Ryan has
been featured in such publications as USA Today, Newsweek, and
InTouch Magazine.
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About
Why I Wrote this Book:
The
concept for what would eventually become WEDNESDAY was one of those
random ideas that popped into my head in February 2016. It was a
Saturday morning—you know the kind where you’re still lounging in
your pajamas, drinking coffee, and picking at breakfast several hours
after waking? Yes, one of those. My kids were playing on the living
room floor, my husband flipping through a magazine across from me. It
was winter in Minnesota, which meant it was absolutely freezing out
and we had no plans to go anywhere.
I
grabbed my laptop and wrote out the blurb for a book I knew I had no
time to write. I e-mailed it to my publicist and said, “What do you
think about this idea?” Her response was enthusiastic, something
along the lines of, “You need to write this book! Right now!” So
I opened a blank document, and soon I had the beginning of a first
chapter.
Because
this project didn’t fit into my writing schedule (like, at all), I
decided that I would continue writing the books I was supposed to in
order to keep on track with my releases, but that I would write one
thousand words a night on this book too, and just see where it took
me. It was a hard couple of months, alternating between two
projects—one I would write during the day in present tense, and
this book in the evening after dinner, dishes, and bath time, in past
tense. This book was basically written with the help of wine, my
couch, and a good playlist, which I included for you at the end.
Chloe
and Shaw didn’t even have names for the first several weeks. I
didn’t outline or plot. I had no idea where the story was heading
. . . I just had a haunted what if question in my
head.
What
if the man you’d grown up with, your lifelong best friend and
secret crush, suddenly lost his wife? In what ways would his grief
shape your new relationship? To what lengths would you go to be there
for him?
Is
it controversial? Inappropriate? Maybe. But love doesn’t have
boundaries, and in telling this story, I let these heartsick, broken
characters lead me. I knew they could find their happily-ever-after.
And I also knew it would be a short story. Those were the only things
I knew for sure.
I’m
so glad that I stuck with it and spent all those evenings allowing
their story to unfold. I hope you are too.
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