SWEET SOUTHERN SORROW
Author: Tessa Teevan
Series: Sweet Southern, Book #1
Genre: Contemporary Romance
~ SYNOPSIS ~
One summer forever changed the lives of Sawyer Callahan and Cheyenne Hamilton. Two very lonely people found solace in one another and in the end, fell in love. Unfortunately their plans for the fall took them in entirely different directions. Despite their best efforts, family issues and lifeâs circumstances got in the way, breaking both of their hearts in the process.
Almost six years later they find themselves face-to-face, and old feelings resurface. When the past collides with the present, will they be able resist the temptation, or will they finally realize that theyâre where theyâre meant to be?
A 65k word novel of broken pasts, first loves, and ultimate sacrifice. Originally published in the Southern Seduction Anthology. The new edition includes 15k words in bonus scenes.
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~ TEASERS ~
~ EXCERPT ~
Thoughts of my dad, school, and my future start to roll through my head. He expects me to take over for him at his company one day, and I guess, until now, I took it for granted. I knew I had a job as soon as I graduated college, so I didnât give a shit when it came to my courses. Dad, unfortunately, suddenly decided to find his father gene and told me he wasnât giving me a job just because I was his son. Apparently I have to earn it now. I donât know when he changed his mind, deciding to actually parent for once since my mom died, but apparently having a son with a 2.0 college average was enough to make him care.
I try to push the thoughts from my mind and count the number of days I have left in this town. Too damn many, I tell myself. Drinking a little more of the lemonade, I realize Iâm getting a little bit too warm. The water looks cool and inviting, and since no oneâs here, I decide I might as well take a dip. Stripping down to my boxers, I look around and then laugh at myself. Itâs at least ten p.m. and Iâm alone. Thereâs no one here to see me naked, so instead of getting my boxers wet, I slide them off, putting my clothes in a pile by the tree. Entering the water, Iâm instantly chilled, but it feels good on my skin. Iâm not exactly used to lake water, and Iâm a little freaked out about whatâs lying beneath, but I man the fuck up and enjoy it. Lost in a back float, I stare up at the moon, wondering what the hell Iâm doing here, feeling more alone than ever. Out of nowhere, I hear a small splash, causing me to jerk out of position.
I look around and canât see anything until my eyes adjust. Lowering myself into the water, I only allow the top of my head, from the nose up, to be visible. All of a sudden, I see her. I can barely make out her figure, but I know itâs Cheyenne. Sheâs standing on the edge of the lake throwing stones in, and at first I think sheâs trying to skip them. After watching her, I realize she looks angry and sheâs taking her anger out on the water. Iâm trying my hardest not to move so she doesnât see me, but then something slimy slithers across my foot, and I canât help the pussy-like yelp that comes out of my mouth. I see her stiffen and then look out into the water, eyes scanning the lake, trying to figure out where the sound came from.
I think Iâm in the clear until I hear her. âI can see you out there, ya know. The moon is natureâs nightlight, city boy,â she says, a teasing tone in her voice.
Moving closer to shore, I stop when water is at hip level. I study her, and she looks like sheâs been crying.
"Whatâs wrong?â I ask, unable to help myself.
âWhat makes you think somethingâs wrong?â she retorts, crossing her arms.
I instantly notice the way her breasts push up, and I can see the hard nipples through her tight t-shirt. My cock stirs to life, and itâs in that moment that I remember Iâm completely naked in the water. Fuck.
âWell, for the second time today, I caught you crying. Either youâre just really emotional or youâre having a pretty damn bad day.â
âItâs my birthday,â she says, catching me off guard.
âItâs your birthday and youâve found yourself at an old manâs lake in the middle of nowhere twice?â I ask, wondering why in the hell sheâs not with family, friends, or even a boyfriend.
She shrugs and sits down in the sand. Dammit, sheâs apparently not going anywhere soon. I might as well become a prune as I wait it out in the water, not wanting to freak her out by walking out naked.
âNo one to celebrate with,â she says simply, looking off in the distance, and if I werenât naked right now, Iâd be joining her on the shore, trying to salvage whateverâs left of her day. Iâm not sure why I care, but I guess itâs probably because I understand loneliness more than most people.
âThen you came to the right place. Iâm no expert at backwoods birthdays, but I am pretty damn good company,â I tell her, and a light bulbs turns on in my brain. Gesturing towards the tree, I point at the thermos. âFirst things first. Go and get some of Wyattâs lemonade. Youâve got to have whiskey on your birthday.â
As she starts to move towards the tree, I quickly swim to the shore, hoping to get out when her backâs turned. All is clear, and I donât hesitate to cup my dick as I get out of the water. Before I can get to the tree line, she turns around and stops when she spots me, her eyes wide. Holding up my hands, I back away slowly, not realizing Iâve just exposed myself. It isnât until I see her looking down that I notice Iâm on full display for her.
âUmm, pretty girl, eyes up here. Itâs not like youâve never seen a dick before,â I joke, trying to keep it light.
âIâ¦well, I mean, I havenât,â she says, her eyes not meeting mine. âAt least not in person.â
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~ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ~
I'm a twenty something book junkie who is also obsessed with sports. Bengals, Buckeyes, Reds are my teams! I work for the government during the day, hang out with Air National Guard on the weekends, and have been married to my own book boyfriend for over seven years. We currently live right outside of Dayton, OH with our two cats.
If Iâm not writing or looking through tons of photos of hot men, all in the name of research, then you can probably find me curled up with my Kindle, ignoring the rest of the world. I love my sports almost as much as I love my books. My other obsessions include red wine, hot men, country music, and all things Grace Potter.
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