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Title: Kiss Me Goodnight

Author: Jennifer Rebecca

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover by Alyssa Garcia at Uplifting Designs.

About Kiss Me Goodnight:

Detective Claire Goodnite is finally marrying her sexy SAIC, Wesley O’Connell in this suspenseful conclusion to the series.

The hall has been booked, the flowers have been ordered, and the invitations have been sent. Everything is finally falling into place for the happy couple, or so it seems.

That is until a hunter the likes of the old DC Sniper has his sights set on New Jersey Law Enforcement and suddenly the thin blue line has a big, old target painted on their backs. It’s open season on police officers and federal agents alike. She might be the best damn detective in the state of New Jersey but even this case has Claire running for her life.

Not to mention the loss of one of her inner circle seems to have shook something loose in her mind. Claire’s memories of that long ago day when she was taken from her home as a child are surfacing one after another. But will she remember before it’s too late?

It’s like they always say, every story has its ending.

Are you ready for this one?

It’s gonna sting.


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I’m sitting on the old recliner that Wes loves in the darkening living room as the sun goes down beyond the windows. I have an afghan my gran knitted across my legs and an iPad in my hands. I’m reading a trashy historical romance that my mom swore would heal me from the inside out.

“This highlander wields his penis like he wields his claymore,” she had said this afternoon when she called me to tell me that she had sent her favorite book to my account. Although she whispered the word penis. “If that doesn’t heal you, I don’t know what will.”

“Mom,” I had laughed into the phone. “I’ll check it out. Thanks for thinking of me.”

“Of course,” she had said before continuing. “Wes will thank me. I find them . . . inspiring.”

“Mom.” I laugh. “I’m not sure I need to know these things.”

“What?” she had asked with the air of innocence in her voice that she lacked in real life. “It’s true and you’re almost a married woman. You’re going to have to learn to keep things spicy.”

“Trust me, Wes doesn’t have any trouble keeping things spicy,” I had mumbled.

“Well,” she had laughed. “Good to know. I’m glad you’re feeling better, baby girl. I’ll talk to you real soon.”

“Alright, mom. I love you.”

“And I love you,” she had said before she hung up.

That was over and hour ago. I downloaded the book right away and have been lost in it ever since. She was right, our highlander does wield both his penis and his claymore with excellent precision. I had no idea that historical romances could be so . . . steamy.

The lock on the door clicks and I immediately look around like I am guilty. I guess I’m embarrassed to be caught reading a sexy romance novel.

“What’s going on here?” Wes asks immediately taking the temperature of the room. My eyes are so wide that it feels like one of my eyeballs might pop out.


“What were you doing?” he asks me.

“Oh, just reading.”

“Sure,” he says shutting the front door behind him and twisting the lock. “What were you reading?”

“Just a book.”

“I gathered that,” Wes says with a raised eyebrow. “Mind if I take a look?”

I let out an eep. “No, don’t do that.”

He watches me for a moment rolling up his cuffs as he moves deeper into the room. “Have you eaten?”

“No. I waited for you,” I say nervously. “I’m sorry. I didn’t start anything. I wasn’t sure when you would be home.” Why am I so nervous?

“Don’t apologize,” he says before planting a soft kiss on my forehead. “You were supposed to be resting today. Want to come talk to me while I fix something quick?”


I follow Wes into the kitchen and watch as he pulls chicken breasts out of the fridge along with vegetables. He pulls oil and a skillet from the cabinet.

“Can I do anything to help?” I ask.

“Sure thing,” he says before picking me up and setting me on the island to sit next to the cutting board where he laid out the vegetables.

Wes heats up the oil in the skillet before placing the chicken breasts into the pan. He moves over to the island and picks up a knife cutting salad vegetables while he stands next to me. His elbow brushes my thigh every so often sending tingle up my spine and heat to other places.

Mom was right about the book. I’m feeling inspired.

“So, what were you reading?” he asks me softly.

“Oh, this and that,” I answer as vaguely as possible while feeling the blush heat my cheeks and travel down my neck.

Wes dumps the vegetables into a big, blue glass bowl. He sets the salad over on the other counter before dumping the cutting board and knife into the sink.

“So pretty,” he rumbles as he traces a fingertip down my neck and over my chest just skirting my cleavage. “I love it when you blush.”

“I’m not blushing,” I lie.

“What were you reading?” he asks me again, crowding me in.

“It was nothing . . . really.”

“Tell me,” he whispers. “Please.”

“It was a romance that my mom sent me,” I admit.

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” Wes says as he steps between my legs. “What was it about?”

“A highlander.” Wes smiles wicked.

“And what did this highlander do?”

“He wields a sword.”

“Anything else?” Wes rumbles as he places open mouth kisses against the side of my neck. His beard scraping my skin in delicious ways.

“He also wields a pretty powerful penis,” I admit when Wes scrambles my brain with his mouth.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah,” I breathe as he moves his hand up underneath my blousy tank top to burn against the bare skin of my belly.

“I bet we can do better than that,” he says with confidence.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, baby,” he says as he unsnaps the button on my shorts. “Lay back.”

I do as Wes asks laying back on the cool stone of the kitchen island. He pushes my tank up exposing the skin of my belly and places soft kisses there as he unzips my shorts and pulls them from my body.

“So wet,” he tells me as he touches his fingertips to the gusset of my panties before pulling them down my legs. “Is this for the highlander or for me?”

“You,” I tell him as he traces my opening with the tip of his index finger.

“That’s fucking right.” He sinks that finger deep into my pussy and I want it and so much more.

“Wes.” My breath catches in my throat as he pulls his finger from between my legs and sucks it deep into his mouth, keeping his deep whiskey eyes locked on mine. Wes says nothing as he pops that finger free and then unbuttons the buttons down the front of his Fed dress shirt before letting it fall to the floor. “Please.”

But that’s the last coherent thing I say as he leans over, putting his mouth on me. He licks me like a starving man. All the air is sucked out of my lungs as he flicks my clit with his tongue over and over never letting up, never letting me catch my breath. Wes’s scruff abrades my inner thighs

I arch my back against the stone countertop, the cool marble a harsh contrast to the way that Wes is heating my body from the center out.

Wes drags his lips down my thigh as he thrusts two fingers deep into my center but it’s just not enough.

“I-I need,” I pant.

“I know what you need, baby,” Wes says as he pushes to his feet to stand over me.

Wes unbuckles his belt and unhooks his pants. The sound of his zipper going down is drowned out by the pops of the chicken as it sizzles in the pan but when he pushes his pants and boxers briefs down, letting his hard cock spring free to bob between us thick and heavy, I could care less about the chicken.

“Wes.” I roll my bottom lip into my mouth and nip at it as I watch Wes pump his hard length in his fist.

“Do you want my cock or a highlander’s?” he asks me as he notches the tip to my opening.

“Yours,” I pant desperately. “Only yours.”

My correct answer is rewarded when Wes drives home in one long, hard thrust. I let out a groan release my lip from my teeth.

Wes leans forwards on his elbows on either side of me. He grinds his hips into me as he drives forward. Each slow thrust is accentuated by a swivel of his hips.

“Your highlander might turn you on, baby,” he says as he slides in again.

“Yes,” I pant.

“But it’s my cock that makes you come.”


Wes slides his hand up the side of my body and pinches my nipple between his fingers as he palms my breast before leaning down to take it in his mouth. I arch my back and let him take it as he slides deep, hitting a secret spot deep inside.

Wes lets his teeth scrape against my nipple as he lets it slide free from his mouth. He slides his arms underneath my back spearing me deeper onto his cock, pulling us upwards so that I’m sitting on the edge of the counter as he powers into me again and again.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hang on tight as he drives faster and faster.

“I love you so much,” he says against my mouth.

“I-I love you,” I pant.

As he drives his cock faster and faster, harder and harder into me I know that I’m close, so so close. It won’t take much to push me over the edge.

“I-I’m going to—” I start

“Come now. Give it to me.”

Wes presses his mouth to mine absorbing the noises that are coming from my mouth as I fly over the edge. Wes is right behind me thrusting one more time before planting himself deep as he lets go and comes inside me.

Wes places soft kisses to one corner of my mouth and then the other, over each of my eyelids, and then finally over my mouth. I open underneath him and let him lick in. Wes breaks our kiss to drop his forehead to mine.

“Thank the highlander for me.” He laughs.

“I think . . .”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I think I’m going to buy you a kilt for a wedding present.” At that, Wes throws his head back and laughs. The chicken mostly burned to the pan behind us.

Wes kisses me—quickly but passionately—one more time before sliding free from my body and doing up his pants letting his belt hang open.

“I’m just going to lay here and die,” I inform him while I’m spread out like a starfish on the large island in the kitchen.

To that, the love of my life just smirks, smug bastard that he is and all.

“Well this doesn’t look so good,” Wes says from somewhere behind me. I tip my head back and to the side to see that he is poking at the chicken breasts in the pan with a spatula.

“I’m sorry to say it,” I tell him. “But those look like a done deal.”

“I’m sorry.” Wes sighs.

“No, don’t apologize. It was worth the sacrifice. I mean . . . I enjoyed myself.”

“I know.” Wes smirks at me again. I roll my eyes.

“You are truly ridiculous.”

“I know that too,” he tells me. “But I’m your ridiculous.”

“That is true.”

Catch up on the series:

Tell Me A Story:

Amazon | iBooks | Kobo | Nook

Tuck Me In Tight:

Amazon | iBooks | Nook | Kobo

Say a Sweet Prayer:

Amazon | iBooks | Kobo | Nook

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About the Author:

Jennifer is a thirty something lover of words, all words: the written, the spoken, the sung (even poorly), the sweet, the funny, and even the four letter variety. She is a native of San Diego, California where she grew up reading the Brownings and Rebecca with her mother and Clifford and the Dog who Glowed in the Dark with her dad, much to her mother’s dismay.


Jennifer is a graduate of California State University San Marcos where she studied Criminology and Justice Studies. She is also an Alpha Xi Delta.


10 years ago, she was swept off her feet by her very own sailor. Today, they are happily married and the parents of a 8 year old and 6 year old twins. She can often be found in East Texas on the soccer fields, drawing with her children, or reading. Jennifer is convinced that if she puts her fitbit on one of the dogs, she might finally make her step goals. She loves a great romance, an alpha hero, and lots and lots of laughter.

Twitter: @JenniRLreads

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