Sweet Surrender is the story of Helen’s holiday. She’s just broken up with her boyfriend and finds herself in the sunny, bustling Scarborough surrounded by Love Birds and just as she’s about to give up and go home she meets Tom.
Tom is a confident photographer who offers to take her on the tour of the town but by taking the tour Helen discovers more about herself and her personality than about the sweet, seaside town.
I don’t know about you but I find winter a little depressing especially when it’s raining and it has done a heck of alot of raining in the UK of late.
So What could be better than to escape to the beach?
I’m afraid I can’t just up and disappear to the coast right now, so I’m going to revisit my favourite holiday destination through a Sweet Surrender Excerpt!
Helen relaxed as he let go of her and grabbed his camera. While he disappeared behind his viewfinder, she had time to slow down her heartbeat and gather her emotions. Surely his fingers gripping her flesh should not have aroused her like that? She’d never experienced such raw lust before; in fact she hadn’t thought she was capable of feeling it. Sex had always been a chore, the very last thing on her mind. Now the mere touch of his hand sent visions of naked bodies dancing past her eyes.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Tom asked, making her jump out of her daydream. She looked out to sea, and admired the perfect balance between stirring sea and cloud whipped sky. She nodded, unable to speak, as his hand lay once again on her arm. “Let me capture you in this glorious sunlight.”
She shook her head and was about to protest verbally when she heard the first click of the camera.
“Just a few shots. Your gorgeous red dress is lit up so beautifully, your curves undulate like the waves of the sea. So sexy.”
His words mesmerized her and she stood still, a half smile playing over her lips. She felt uncomfortable with being the centre of attention, but his charm-laden words calmed her soul. What harm could it do to let him take a few shots of her? He’d never use them; she was no kind of model.
The further they walked along the shore, the quieter it became. No longer could you hear siblings teasing each other or the soft drone of the bingo caller. The smell of fresh cooked chips and donuts dissipated until all you heard was the crash of the waves and the occasional call of a gull.
“What is it like to live by the sea?” Helen asked, the weight of the silence too heavy for her to bear any longer.
“Beautiful.” He replied. “The sea conveys every emotion a man or woman can feel, and its surroundings echo that -it’s a never-ending supply of inspiration to me. Angry, happy, sad or needy, this coastline is beautiful and I’d never live anywhere else.”
“I’d love to live by the sea.” She sighed.
“Well, why don’t you?”
“Work.”
“Change your work, live by the sea.” It sounded so simple, but Helen knew it wasn’t.
“I’d not have enough money.”
“Money doesn’t matter.”
She looked at him and he looked back, unblinking.
“So you have no money.”
“No, I have money,” he answered, “I just don’t really need it.”
“Your clothes are expensive.” She countered, desperate to get one up on him.
“But old.”
“Your camera is expensive.” She thought she had him there, and her face broke into a smile of child-like gee.
“That is my livelihood. A man has to have something to live for.”
She harrumphed and turned away from him, frustrated that he made her look so stupid without even trying.
“Sorry.” his voice spoke beside her, his breath ruffling her hair. She was startled as she felt his hand on her back, and saw his face bent in close to hers. “I see things in black and white. I know it’s not always so straight forward.”
“S’ok” She shrugged away from him. “I wasn’t upset.” He wouldn’t move away from her despite her attempt, and soon she felt her side rubbing against the rough brickwork of the seawall.
“The way I see you and me, is straight forward. We have chemistry and I want to act upon that. I want to lean forward and capture your lips and kiss you till you can’t breathe, and that is only the very beginning of what I want to do.”
She let out a shuddering breath. Taken completely off guard, her wanton body reacted to the suggestions in his voice. She tilted her pelvis up to rub against his, her hand, originally raised to push him away, lying passively on his shoulder, encouraging him.
“And I know if I leaned forward now I could kiss you, and I could feel your body and I could fuck you right here and right now.”
She wanted him, and she tightened her grip on his shirtsleeve, wanting to pull him in, wanting him to fulfill all these sexy promises.
“But I won’t. I won’t until you ask me to; do you want me to kiss you?” His lips were so close to hers that she could already feel the force of the kiss. She nodded her head ever so slightly. “Ask me,” he panted, obviously enflamed by the situation. She could feel him pressing into her, his body that close to hers.
She was not thinking, only feeling. Desire was the only thing she was aware of as she leaned forward to breathe one short word.
“Please.”
