Celebrating 28 Years
Reunion To Die For
is Geno Vincenzo’s second personalized novel for YourNovel.com. Our starring couple are again the operators of the Gal and Guy Private Eye Agency.
This time, the crime-solving twosome unwittingly find themselves in the middle of a class reunion in a cold clime where not all the participants are intent on rehashing the old days. The chance to cash in on someone else's hard work is too much to resist for some people, and that's when our hero and heroine find themselves involved in the revelry in ways they never expected.Reunion to Die For is now available as a paperback, hardback and eBook. If you order an eBook, it will be sent to you via the Internet in a matter of hours from when you order. You must provide a valid email address. Paper & hardback books follow normal delivery times.
The option to have your photo made into the full front cover of this book is not yet available. Photo added for this book means it is added as a cropped, head-and-shoulders shot of the couple and printed onto the regular book's cover.
WILD excerpt
All excerpts in this column are done in the "WILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.
This scene takes place after they’ve checked into their hotel room:
Quietly, Ann stroked his back. “On a slightly serious note, I did want to wait ‘til we were alone – can you believe you were shot at? Are you OK?”
“Yeah. You know me, Tough Guy. Here we were in the red Sebring convertible, just heading back to Yorkville. Then the storm and almost getting into an accident — it all happened so fast — and then all I was trying to do was check that she was OK.”
“I get that. Honestly. And now that we’re alone, I want you to know, I was worried.”
John drew Ann close. “I know,” he whispered. “But we’ve been in tougher situations than that.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t make me worry less.”
“Well, maybe this will reassure you that I’m alive and well and feeling just fine.” He ran his fingers through her beautiful blonde hair and planted a long, slow kiss on her mouth, with meaning.
“Ummm,” she murmured after returning the passion. “If that’s any indication, then, yes, you are my John, alive, intact and 100 percent.”
The heady aroma of Tresor ignited John with new ardor. “Let me show you 100 percent.”
Her stare deep into his bedroom brown eyes challenged him: “Only a hundred?”
“Let me show you 200,” he quipped, grabbing a handful of tushy. He pulled her harder against him so she could feel just how serious he was.
Ann ran her hand quickly down his back, cupping his buttock mirroring the move he’d just made on her anatomy. “Only 200 percent? I’m sure you’ve got 300 in you.”
“Oh, I got 300.” With that, he backed her quickly, laughing, toward the bed. John deftly undressed her, playfully increasing the number with each removed piece of clothing: “That’s 300… 400… 500… I’m getting close to a thousand.”
“Don’t stop,” Ann ordered. “I like this game.”
“Me, too. But, Honey, in case you haven’t notice, I’m still fully clothed.”
She grabbed at his pants and within moments, counted off: “600… 700… 800… 900…. OK, 1,000 percent.”
“Forget the math,” John finally said.
Ann laughed in agreement.
They were quickly entwined, his hand on her breast; her hand behind his neck, drawing him closer. They kissed with relief and passion signifying not only their love but the end of a hard day.
John’s mouth trailed down her neck, at first gently and then roughly planting kisses along her smooth flesh. “You taste so good,” he told her.
“Oh, Darling, it feels so good.”
His lips continued along a path down her neck to her chest, his hot mouth encompassing first one nipple, then the other, all the while his hand caressing the one his mouth could not. His tongue flicked over the excited buds, and her fingers spread over his head, her fingernails digging into his scalp urging him on.
John was quick to respond, sucking harder, pulling her nipple into his mouth and gently biting it with his teeth, which caused her to arch her back upward as if begging for more. John took the opportunity to ease his hand under her, grabbing her warm skin behind her thigh.
“Ummm,” Ann uttered, moving her legs apart to accommodate his touch.
John moved atop her, looking lovingly into her sparkling blue eyes.
“I’m feeling that 1,000 percent,” she joked as she felt his manhood slide along her leg.
“I’d give you a million percent,” he replied, moving his head lower to kiss along her belly.
She placed her hands on both sides of his head caressing his jet black strands. “Oh, that’s good, Darling,” she said, knowing where he was heading, “but right now, I’d really appreciate finding out what you can do with that 1,000 percent.”
“No more of this?” John said before deftly moving his lips to her most private part and kissing, then quickly licking.
“Oooh, that does feel good,” she cooed, “but not right now. Do me, do me with that 1,000 percent.”
John loved to make her feel good, loved to make her happy in every way. He knew she was ready, he knew she was wet, and he knew he could continue on his oral assault, but the one thing that he had learned in their twenty years together was that when she asked him to go in a particular direction, it was best to follow. He kissed his way up her stomach, stopping at each breast to show appreciation, then after planting a kiss on her moist lips, moved into the position she’d requested and gave her the 1,000 percent.
She moaned in pleasure, the scent of his scent, Eternity, adding to the moment. They reached their peak together, finally welcoming the much-needed release.
In their panting after-glow, Ann finally whispered in John’s ear: “I’m so glad you didn’t get shot. It frightened me.”
“We’re way beyond that.”
Quietly, Ann stroked his back. “On a slightly serious note, I did want to wait ‘til we were alone – can you believe you were shot at? Are you OK?”
“Yeah. You know me, Tough Guy. Here we were in the red Sebring convertible, just heading back to Yorkville. Then the storm and almost getting into an accident — it all happened so fast — and then all I was trying to do was check that she was OK.”
“I get that. Honestly. And now that we’re alone, I want you to know, I was worried.”
John drew Ann close. “I know,” he whispered. “But we’ve been in tougher situations than that.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t make me worry less.”
“Well, maybe this will reassure you that I’m alive and well and feeling just fine.” He ran his fingers through her beautiful blonde hair and planted a long, slow kiss on her mouth, with meaning.
“Ummm,” she murmured after returning the passion. “If that’s any indication, then, yes, you are my John, alive, intact and 100 percent.”
The heady aroma of Tresor ignited John with new ardor. “Let me show you 100 percent.”
Her stare deep into his bedroom brown eyes challenged him: “Only a hundred?”
“Let me show you 200,” he quipped, grabbing a handful of tushy. He pulled her harder against him so she could feel just how serious he was.
Ann ran her hand quickly down his back, cupping his buttock mirroring the move he’d just made on her anatomy. “Only 200 percent? I’m sure you’ve got 300 in you.”
“Oh, I got 300.” With that, he backed her quickly, laughing, toward the bed. John deftly undressed her, playfully increasing the number with each removed piece of clothing: “That’s 300… 400… 500… I’m getting close to a thousand.”
“Don’t stop,” Ann ordered. “I like this game.”
“Me, too. But, Honey, in case you haven’t notice, I’m still fully clothed.”
She grabbed at his pants and within moments, counted off: “600… 700… 800… 900…. OK, 1,000 percent.”
“Forget the math,” John finally said.
Ann laughed in agreement.
They were quickly entwined, his hand on her breast; her hand behind his neck, drawing him closer. They kissed with relief and passion signifying not only their love but the end of a hard day.
John’s mouth trailed down her neck, at first gently and then roughly planting kisses along her smooth flesh. “You taste so good,” he told her.
“Oh, Darling, it feels so good.”
His lips continued along a path down her neck to her chest, his hot mouth encompassing first one nipple, then the other, all the while his hand caressing the one his mouth could not. His tongue flicked over the excited buds, and her fingers spread over his head, her fingernails digging into his scalp urging him on.
John was quick to respond, sucking harder, pulling her nipple into his mouth and gently biting it with his teeth, which caused her to arch her back upward as if begging for more. John took the opportunity to ease his hand under her, grabbing her warm skin behind her thigh.
“Ummm,” Ann uttered, moving her legs apart to accommodate his touch.
John moved atop her, looking lovingly into her sparkling blue eyes.
“I’m feeling that 1,000 percent,” she joked as she felt his manhood slide along her leg.
“I’d give you a million percent,” he replied, moving his head lower to kiss along her belly.
She placed her hands on both sides of his head caressing his jet black strands. “Oh, that’s good, Darling,” she said, knowing where he was heading, “but right now, I’d really appreciate finding out what you can do with that 1,000 percent.”
“No more of this?” John said before deftly moving his lips to her most private part and kissing, then quickly licking.
“Oooh, that does feel good,” she cooed, “but not right now. Do me, do me with that 1,000 percent.”
John loved to make her feel good, loved to make her happy in every way. He knew she was ready, he knew she was wet, and he knew he could continue on his oral assault, but the one thing that he had learned in their twenty years together was that when she asked him to go in a particular direction, it was best to follow. He kissed his way up her stomach, stopping at each breast to show appreciation, then after planting a kiss on her moist lips, moved into the position she’d requested and gave her the 1,000 percent.
She moaned in pleasure, the scent of his scent, Eternity, adding to the moment. They reached their peak together, finally welcoming the much-needed release.
In their panting after-glow, Ann finally whispered in John’s ear: “I’m so glad you didn’t get shot. It frightened me.”
“We’re way beyond that.”
MILD excerpt
All excerpts in this column are done in the "MILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.
This scene takes place after they’ve checked into their hotel room:
Quietly, Ann stroked his back. “On a slightly serious note, I did want to wait ‘til we were alone – can you believe you were shot at? Are you OK?”
“Yeah. You know me, Tough Guy. Here we were in the red Sebring convertible, just heading back to Yorkville. Then the storm and almost getting into an accident — it all happened so fast — and then all I was trying to do was check that she was OK.”
“I get that. Honestly. And now that we’re alone, I want you to know, I was worried.”
John drew Ann close. “I know,” he whispered. “But we’ve been in tougher situations than that.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t make me worry less.”
“Well, maybe this will reassure you that I’m alive and well and feeling just fine.” He ran his fingers through her beautiful blonde hair and planted a long, slow kiss on her mouth, with meaning.
“Ummm,” she murmured after returning the passion. “If that’s any indication, then, yes, you are my John, alive, intact and 100 percent.”
The heady aroma of Tresor ignited John with new ardor. “Let me show you 100 percent.”
Her stare deep into his bedroom brown eyes challenged him: “Only a hundred?”
“Let me show you 200,” he quipped, drawing her even closer.
Ann ran her hand quickly down his back enjoying the feel of him. “Only 200 percent? I’m sure you’ve got 300 in you.”
“Oh, I got 300.” With that, he backed her quickly, laughing, toward the bed.
“Don’t stop,” Ann ordered. “I like this game.”
“Me, too, Honey.”
She grabbed him and with each new movement of her hands and lips counted off: “600… 700… 800… 900…. OK, 1,000 percent.”
“Forget the math,” John finally said.
Ann laughed in agreement.
They were quickly entwined, kissing with relief and passion signifying not only their love but the end of a hard day.
John’s mouth trailed down her neck, planting kisses along her smooth flesh. “You taste so good,” he told her.
“Oh, Darling, it feels so good,” Ann whispered in John’s ear: “I’m so glad you didn’t get shot. It frightened me.”
“We’re way beyond that.”
Quietly, Ann stroked his back. “On a slightly serious note, I did want to wait ‘til we were alone – can you believe you were shot at? Are you OK?”
“Yeah. You know me, Tough Guy. Here we were in the red Sebring convertible, just heading back to Yorkville. Then the storm and almost getting into an accident — it all happened so fast — and then all I was trying to do was check that she was OK.”
“I get that. Honestly. And now that we’re alone, I want you to know, I was worried.”
John drew Ann close. “I know,” he whispered. “But we’ve been in tougher situations than that.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t make me worry less.”
“Well, maybe this will reassure you that I’m alive and well and feeling just fine.” He ran his fingers through her beautiful blonde hair and planted a long, slow kiss on her mouth, with meaning.
“Ummm,” she murmured after returning the passion. “If that’s any indication, then, yes, you are my John, alive, intact and 100 percent.”
The heady aroma of Tresor ignited John with new ardor. “Let me show you 100 percent.”
Her stare deep into his bedroom brown eyes challenged him: “Only a hundred?”
“Let me show you 200,” he quipped, drawing her even closer.
Ann ran her hand quickly down his back enjoying the feel of him. “Only 200 percent? I’m sure you’ve got 300 in you.”
“Oh, I got 300.” With that, he backed her quickly, laughing, toward the bed.
“Don’t stop,” Ann ordered. “I like this game.”
“Me, too, Honey.”
She grabbed him and with each new movement of her hands and lips counted off: “600… 700… 800… 900…. OK, 1,000 percent.”
“Forget the math,” John finally said.
Ann laughed in agreement.
They were quickly entwined, kissing with relief and passion signifying not only their love but the end of a hard day.
John’s mouth trailed down her neck, planting kisses along her smooth flesh. “You taste so good,” he told her.
“Oh, Darling, it feels so good,” Ann whispered in John’s ear: “I’m so glad you didn’t get shot. It frightened me.”
“We’re way beyond that.”