Like Rich, Creamy Chocolate

Chocolate fountain placed on a table in wedding dayToday I’m featuring another hot, new Romance. Morrow’s Horizon releases on Friday 4/21/17, and trust me when I say you’re in for a treat. Sierra Kummings is not only a very good friend, but she’s also an amazing writer. I got a taste of her writing when Morrow’s Horizon was still in the development stages, and I was hooked from that very first chapter sample. SK, as I like to call her, has a writing style that flows like a fountain of rich, creamy chocolate. Enjoy!

Title: MORROW’S HORIZON
Author: SIERRA KUMMINGS
Genre: CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE
Release Date: 4/21/17

 

Blood, and love for a special little girl, bind the five Morrow sisters in an unbreakable way. Yet the family-devoted Sara Morrow yearns for more.

And that “more” looks a lot like the irresistible Jacob Ramírez.

For years, Sara’s contented herself with toe-curling fantasies about the CFO of the bank that employs her – all the while promising herself she’d never fall for the type of passion that destroyed her parent’s marriage. But when the one and only Latin six-foot-four god accepts her offer of help and turns her fantasies into reality, she’s forced to decide if it’s worth finding out if her boss is everything she’s dreamed of, or just the manifestation of all her fears.

Jacob has his own set of fears. Right out of high school, he joined the Marines, only to come home six years later with night terrors that haunt even his days. Now, at thirty-three, rudimentary techniques keep his secret hidden.

Until a chance meeting with Sara Morrow coincides with a deception that rocks him to his core.

When Sara’s faith is tested, her sisters’ love gives her the courage to believe in someone else. When Jacob’s is tested, he has to learn how to believe in himself.

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Meet Jacob Ramírez

BOOM!
With no warning, the world exploded as an Improvised Explosive Device detonated in the enclosed space, ringing in Jacob’s ears. He glanced about the room in terror, fighting the urge to dive under his desk.
His father!
Was his father hurt?
Was he…
Jacob jumped to his feet, his frantic gaze taking in the man standing in the same spot as he had a moment ago, unharmed. In fact, the whole office appeared unharmed. Yet even though Jacob’s mind saw the reality, his body reacted to another. While he tried to process everything, his heart beat a furious rhythm and sweat ran down his back, gathering at the base of his spine.
What the hell had happened?
“Sorry, boss.” Vanessa poked her head around the corner through the open doorway. “UPS just came. They…”
Her voice trailed off, as she no doubt took in Jacob’s face.
He didn’t blame her. He’d seen himself after one of his episodes. He knew he looked like a man who’d just encountered his most feared demon.
When his father turned to stare at him, too, Jacob commanded into submission the tremors that threatened to rock his body, and stood there with rigid posture. The strength it took to remain rooted in the present and not allow himself to spiral into the past became a battle every bit as fierce as any he’d waged under enemy fire. He dug his nails into his palms, the flesh scarred from years of the repeated behavior.
One hundred.
Ninety-nine.
Ninety-eight…

A chat with Jacob

How old are you?
Thirty-three.

What is your relationship status?
*gulps* You would have to ask that, wouldn’t you? No, no, it’s okay. I can answer. A few months ago, this would’ve been the hardest question you could’ve asked, but I suppose I’m getting better at it now. I’m engaged. To be married. Don’t get me wrong, I love Sara. I love that woman more than I ever thought possible. It’s just… I never thought I deserved her. Hell, I still don’t think I deserve her. But that’s my journey, I suppose.

When you look in the mirror, what do you see?
If you would’ve asked me this just six months ago, I would’ve told you I saw a fraud—a poor excuse of a man and one unworthy of the title of Marine. Now, I’m not so sure. I guess I just see me.

Name three of your favorite things.
1. Sara
2. Sex with Sara (What? I’m a guy. And she’s, well, she’s Sara. Trust me, you’ll understand once you read our story. She’s what fantasies are made of. Not just her body—though Jesucristo, that is definitely a knockout—but it’s the way she laughs at herself, the way she helps others, the way she eats. She does everything as if it’s the only thing she’s ever wanted to do, including having sex. She’s intoxicating. I’ve never met anyone like her.)
3. Driving my jeep up Pacific Coast Highway

What is your best memory to date?
The day Sara ran off with my coat. I’m not sure I believed that at the time, especially given what happened immediately after that, but yeah, looking back, that day changed everything for me. She gave me my life back. No, wait, that’s not right. My counselor would yell at me for even saying that. As would Mama Bea. No, Sara didn’t give me my life back, but she led me to the path where I found myself again.

What are you most afraid of?
Being responsible for the death of someone else that I love.

What would you like it to say on your tombstone?
He loved.

What is your favorite drink?
Whiskey. Definitely whiskey. *grins*

What is your favorite food?
Anything that Sara’s eating.

What is your favorite song?
Anything sung by Sara’s sister, Riley. Seriously. That woman’s voice is the closest I’ll ever get to hearing angels sing.

What was your first impression of Sara?
The first time I saw Sara, all I saw was this incredible light. I still see that light every time I look at her. It shines out straight through from her soul. It is singly the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

What would you most like to forget?
I’m not supposed to say this—I’ll have three formidable women on my ass for even thinking it—but you wanted honesty, right? Well, there’s only one answer that fits here. I wish I could forget the night that changed my life forever. I wish I could stop seeing my friends die right in front of me. I wish… No, maybe that’s not true. I don’t wish I could stop seeing it; I wish it’d never happened. I wish they were still here now. I wish they could stand by my side when I finally say I do. But we don’t get what we wish for, do we?

If you could go back in time, what one thing would you change in your life?
The day I lost everything. If I could, I would go back and tell our superiors that it was too dangerous to make that supply run that day. If I could, I’d tell Moorhouse to put away that fucking photo of his newborn daughter and tell us all to be on alert. If I could…

Are you close to family?
I’ve always been close to the family of my choosing, but it wasn’t until recently that I started developing a relationship with the family I was born into. I don’t know. Ask me this question again in a year; maybe then, I can give you a definitive yes.

If someone from your past showed up, who would you most want it to be, and why?
My men. The six men I lost that day. Moorhouse, Tsu, Gomez, Bear, Reed, and Tot.

If you could make any one thing happen, what would it be?
For me to be the man that Sara deserves.

Describe a typical Friday night.
I used to spend them either catching up on work or driving up the coast. Now I get to spend them with my beautiful fiancée. How fucking crazy is that?

 

Meet Sara Morrow

“Espere?” Jacob’s voice carried doubt, but he looked at Sara expectantly. “Wait for me? I have to take this phone call, but afterwards…”
Afterwards?
Sara gulped.
She should say no. She knew that. In fact, everything in her screamed RUN. But then shadows filled his eyes that hadn’t been there when he’d laughed, and an inexplicable desire that she swore to herself had nothing to do with attraction and everything to do with the weariness that now clung to him had her saying, “I’ll stay.”
The stare he fixed on her called her bluff, yet strangely, since she’d already given her acquiescence, she no longer cared that she hadn’t agreed to stay for any reason other than her wish to live out her fantasy. She pictured him crowding her against the car for a fuck session that wouldn’t stop until he’d shown her everything she’d been missing.
***

A chat with Sara

How old are you?
Twenty-six. Almost twenty-seven.

What is your relationship status?
Perfect. (What? If you met Jacob, you’d understand that answer. Trust me.)

When you look in the mirror, what do you see?
A mess of a woman who embraces all of her flaws, loves hard, and perhaps suffers a little too often from insomnia (Yes, bags under my eyes, I’m talking about you.)

Name three of your favorite things.
1. My niece, Tessa. (Yes, I do know that you asked for things and not people, but as she is the light that brightens my day, I couldn’t not mention her.)
2. Fried chicken. Flaky, tender, dripping in grease fried chicken. Damn. Now I want fried chicken.
3. My job. Have I not told you about my new job? Oh, wait. I probably shouldn’t say too much now. I forget that you haven’t read my story yet. But just wait. When you get there, you’ll know. And you’ll be just as excited as I am.

What is your best memory to date?
Tessa’s birth. Though I must admit, that now rivals with the day I lost my mind and stole my boss’s jacket. Or better yet, the day of my sister’s engagement party. (Oh, all right. I know, I know. Shhhh. I won’t say anything more. I promise.)

What are you most afraid of?
The man I love leaving me for someone else. I know I shouldn’t worry about that anymore because Jacob is just so… Jacob. But what can I say? I’m a work in progress. I’ll get there. I know I will. I’m just not quite there yet.

What would you like it to say on your tombstone?
She lived, she loved, she ate fried chicken.

What is your favorite drink?
Whiskey. (Stop looking at me like that. You’re making me blush. Oh, you’ve read that scene, have you? Yeah… now you understand, right?)

What is your favorite food?
Um… hello? Have you not seen my above answers? Fried chicken, of course.

What is your favorite song?
Pour Some Sugar on Me. Definitely Pour Some Sugar on Me. *giggles* Trust me, if you’d been in the park that day, it’d be your favorite song, too.

What was your first impression of Jacob Ramírez?
*sigh* How long do you have? Jacob is perfect, and sweet, and sexy as hell. And in the beginning, he absolutely terrified me. I think I fell for him that very first day. I didn’t know it at the time, of course, but how could I not? He just… called to me. Like, his soul called to me. That sounds hokey, doesn’t it? Well, don’t blame me; you’re the one who asked the question.

What would you most like to forget?
I can’t give the details, but trust me, once you read my story and get to that point, you’ll understand.

If you could go back in time, what one thing would you change in your life?
Nothing, yet everything. Does that even make sense?

Are you close to family?
Is the sky blue? Sorry. Sometimes my smartass mouth gets the best of me. Yes. Yes, I am insanely close to my family. Well, maybe not my father, but we’re working on it.

If someone from your past showed up, who would you most want it to be, and why?
Christopher. I can’t say anything more until you’ve read my story, but yeah, definitely Christopher. I miss him every day.

If you could make any one thing happen, what would it be?
For my sister, Maddie, to win the lottery.

Describe a typical Friday night.
Most Friday nights usually start out the same: Jacob and I either curled up on a chaise lounge out on his deck listening to the waves and watching the peaceful roll of the ocean, or us having sex. Of course, sometimes we combine the two activities. *giggles* When I’m not with Jacob, however, I’m probably having a girl’s night out with all four of my sisters. Yep, that’s right. I said four. The Morrow women are without a doubt some of the most loyal (and craziest) people I know. Regardless of how my Friday nights start, though, they always end with some quality time with my beautiful and perfect niece, Tessa.

 

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About the Author18015921_622752217917467_1878117490_o

Sierra Kummings is a writer of contemporary erotic romances. Her three loves are her family, writing, and chocolate, though not always in that order. She discovered creative writing in high school, but set her dream aside to pursue a master’s degree in professional counseling. She now puts her degree to good use strengthening characters that have been in her head since her teens. In addition to penning hot romances, she also proudly claims the title of mother to an incredible little girl who inspires her every day.

 

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