Love Is Worth Waiting For

by D.M. Needom

Genres: Romantic Suspense; Second Chance Romance; rock stars; Hollywood

Synopsis

How much of your life would you give up for someone you loved?

How many years would you give up for your love's dream?

What would you sacrifice for the love of your life? Your career? Your fame?

Jenn Poff had a hit movie and was on her way to becoming a young starlet. Then her hit television series got canceled, and auditions started to dry up.

But, whatever, Jenn had Wes Blenkenship. Lack of auditions just meant more time to spend with the love of her life.

Soon their roles reversed, and Wes's singing career is the one gaining momentum. While his good looks and velvet voice have ladies begging to be with him, he only had eyes for Jenn. Fame will not tear them apart. Jenn was the only one who understood him and loved him for who he was and not the illusion his fans had created.

However, one night, something happened which would alter their lives forever. Jenn now finds herself asking, is she willing to give up five years to give Wes his dream?

Release date: February 11, 2021

Publisher: Kitty Mystic Publishing

Print pages: 333

Sample

Here is a snippet from Wes’s perspective from a not so innocent pool game. 

 

So, do you want to break since you're the guest?”

“Sure. Why not?” I leaned down and lined up my shot. 

I glanced up at Jenn; she smiled before she took a sip of the wine cooler. Smiling back, I thought about how we used to do this all the time. We'd hang out either before or after a gig and play a game or two to relax and blow off some steam. Pool was not her forte, but she always put in a valiant effort.

Taking my shot, I sent the balls moving, but none fell into a pocket.

“See if you can do any better?” I said, trying to sound disappointed.

She leaned over, and I could see she was a lot more focused than when we used to play. I walked over and picked up my beer; no need to sit down as she certainly wouldn't make the shot. The purple tank dress fit almost like a second skin as she leaned over the table. She pulled the cue back before striking the white ball and sending it into the red number three-ball. I stood there gob-smacked as it fell into the pocket.

“I guess I'm solids.” She flashed a toothy grin.

“Lucky shot,” I said with a wink.

“You might as well sit down. It may be a little while before it's your turn.”

I rolled my eyes at her and shook my head. “Someone's a little cocky.” 

However, she was right. Mason had taught her, and I didn't stand a chance as she cleared the board from all the solids. 

“How did you do that?” I asked.

“I told you, I've been practicing. So, I guess you're going to have to pay up.”

I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my wallet but stopped. “How about two out of three? Winner takes all.”

“Fair enough,” she said, walking over and drinking the last of her drink. “I'll be right back.”

Racking the balls, I couldn't believe she beat me and didn't even give me a chance. She walked back in carrying her carton for her wine coolers, which contained two more beers and two more wine coolers. She also changed her shoes from sandals to stiletto pumps.

“Change your shoes?”

“Yep, I get a little more height when I lean over the table.”

“I'm sure you do.” I chewed on my bottom lip, and my pants tightened as I looked at her. “You're not making this easy.”

She looked at me with big eyes and an innocent expression as she walked over and handed me a beer. “Whatever do you mean? I only want to play pool.”

I gently wrapped my hand around her back and leaned in, and let my nose meet hers as I looked into her eyes. “I think you have more than pool on your mind.” 

Looking down, I could see her cleavage move as she took a deep breath.

“Well, for once in our life, money isn't that big of a deal. So, maybe we play a little strip pool.”

“Hmmm, are you going to give me a fair shot this time?”

“I don't know,” she laughed lightly. “It might be fun to see you in all your naked glory.”

I placed my hands on either side of her. “I went easy on you last time. I could've scored right at the break.”

“I'm sure you could've.” She slid her hands into the back pockets of my jeans. “So, let's see. I have a hair tie, two shoes, a bra, panties, and a dress. I have five, and you?”

“Jeans, shirt, shoes, so to make it fair, you should lose something.” 

“What about your underwear?” she asked with a questioning smirk.

“I didn't wear any.” I shook my head with a naughty smile. “So, you have to lose something.” 

I figured she’d take the hair tie out, but she reached into her dress and unhooked her bra, and pulled it out through the armhole. She held it out before tossing it back to the couch. 

“Now we're even,” she said before biting her bottom lip. She leaned in and traced my jawline with her finger. “How about we up the ante, and the loser has to do whatever the winner wants?”

“You're awfully sure of your skills, just because you beat me once.”

She clinked her bottle to mine. 

“I just figured it would give you the incentive to let me win again,” she laughed as she walked over and picked up her cue. 

She took her stick and let it slide between her fingers, turning to look at me as she slid it up and down.

I came up behind her and slipped my arm around her waist. “I'll gladly forfeit, right now.”

“I'm sure you would, but wouldn't the anticipation make it all that much better?” She pulled away from me and walked over, and locked the door.

“Maybe.” I chalked my cue and leaned over to break again. “Person who makes the shot gets to pick what piece you lose.”

“I wouldn't have it any other way.”