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Holding On Forever by Victoria Monroe

Holding on Forever

When it comes to love, you can’t deny it no matter how hard you try. When love finds you, hold on and never let go.


…Just as I’m crossing the threshold, but before Judy shuts the door; we both turn to the deep, smooth sexy voice that calls out, “What smells so good in here?”

Coming down the stairs is the most mouthwatering, incredibly gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. Gage was good looking when I knew him as a IMG_1573teenager; but the man standing before me now is absolutely breathtaking. Gage is about half way down the staircase leading into the foyer when he looks at his mother and stops, realizing she isn’t alone. As his gaze turns to me, I can feel heat spreading over my whole body. His eyes slide up from the open toe heels on my feet, and work their way up my bare legs, then to my hips, then up to my breasts, then finally to my face – where once his eyes meet mine – his look of total appreciation and enjoyment of the female body slowly dissolve into a realization.

A recognition.

Our gazes never shift from one another and all of a sudden the air in the foyer becomes thick.   Judy cuts the silence by saying, “Gage, you rem-…”

IMG_1966“Laken,” he finishes her thought, almost breathlessly, with his eyes never leaving mine.

“…Yes – Laken,” she continues. “Laken was just leaving, she brought over your favorite dinner – Mrs. Bennett’s lasagna – that’s what you smell and I need to go check it. Laken, thank you again. I will see you Friday at the luncheon.”

I break my attention from Gage to Ms. Scott – who is already on her way to the kitchen – I call to her, “You’re welcome.” The voice leaving my body doesn’t sound like mine – it’s too soft, too breathy and too sexy. I slowly turn back to the stair case as I notice movement. I start at the bare feet slowly sauntering down the stairs in my direction. My eyes travel up distressed, washed out denim clad legs. The unbelted waistband of his jeans hangs low and meets a tight gray t-shirt, drawing attention to chiseled abs and an athletically defined muscular chest. Rippled arms lead to broad shoulders and a thick neck. I notice slightly long ebony hair, still damp from a shower. He has a square, sculpted jaw shadowed with a couple of days’ worth of unshaved growth, which frames the most delicious set of lips I’ve seen on a man. As he reaches where I’m standing – my eyes find his again. His irises are an intense blue. The boy I knew melted away into this sinfully gorgeous creature standing before me.

My name on his lips, still hangs thick in the air…

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(Official Bio)

Victoria Monroe was born and raised in Pennsylvania. She graduated from the University of Pittsburgh with a bachelor of arts degree in English literature. She and her husband relocated a few times within the state. She favors the Pittsburgh region, where she had her son and daughter. After a ten-year career in corporate retail, she resigned, allowing her the ability to raise her children and write. Victoria loves spending time with her family. She loves music, reading and being outdoors – from the mountains to the beach and everything in between. Watching the sunrise and sunset are some of her favorite things to do. She always looks for a reason to laugh.


(Official UNOFFICIAL Bio)

I love my family, reading great books, listening to great music and most recently – WRITING! Laundry will always be my nemesis!




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Victoria Monroe’s current WIP (Work In Progress)

That is also the day I first met Ashe Bennett. I didn’t notice when the man on the other side of Ray returned to his seat. The response from the crowd to the Renegade video halfway through the third quarter was electric. After the excitement of a defensive touchdown following a forced fumble, I was ready to pee in my pants. Ray stood to let me pass through; however, I stumbled, falling into the man next to him. It all happened so fast. Suddenly my nostrils were filled with the most amazing fragrance of cologne, my hands splayed out against a hard body and my eyes settled onto mossy green eyes. I watched as his pupils dilated before I lowered my gaze to his full parted lips.


“Whoa, it’s a good thing Ashe broke your fall, Emerson. He’s a project director at Scott construction. You’ll get to know him very well.” Ray’s eyes danced with delight at the idea of me working for him. I smiled and continued on my way to the lady’s room. By the time I finished, we intercepted again and led the Cleveland Browns by three touchdowns, with the momentum in our favor. I texted dad and didn’t bother returning to my seat. Somehow a stroll along the river outside the stadium sounded much better especially knowing the Steelers had locked it up. That was the moment Ashe Bennett took control of my thoughts.


Since then, every encounter I’ve had with Ashe has gone nearly the same way – an intense flash of brilliant passion then icy coldness. . .


I know it’s all bullshit. I’m not the woman who sits around waiting for a man. I’m not the woman who doubts herself because of a man. I started to become her. Questioning myself. No more. I’m not the woman who makes her choices based on pleasing a man. Ashe made his choice. It’s not me. He’s probably fucking Brinley right now. I hope for his sake, it’s good. I can’t deny or ignore the intense desire we share. The want we pique in each other. If Brinley is on the receiving end of what I only had a taste of, she may need some time off of work. If Ashe chose her to unleash it on, so be it. He’s proven being co-workers is only an excuse. A pathetic excuse.


So long, Ashe Bennett.




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