No More Wasted Time by Beverly Preston Blog Tour





After losing her husband to a sudden heart attack, Tess Mathews escapes to Bora Bora to lay her husband and sorrow to rest. What she doesn’t expect is a new beginning.

Tom Clemmins is an A-list actor whose life revolves around work and an onslaught of women. He travels to Bora Bora for a much-needed break. Tom has a few ideas of how he’ll enjoy his vacation, but love isn’t one of them. Until he sees Tess.

Reserving a private shark-feeding excursion to scatter her husband’s ashes into the lagoon, Tess is furious when Mr. Hollywood bribes his way onto the boat, leaving her no other choice but to share the boat ride.

Tess is torn between tremendous guilt and zealous lust when their boat ride turns into a week full of romance and desire neither thought imaginable. Utterly smitten with a woman for the first time in his life, Tom casts his commitment phobia aside and whisks Tess off to Malibu where he introduces her as his “girlfriend” on the red carpet.

As the paparazzi besiege, can Tess survive the media blitz that ensues in order to find her second chance at love?

One massage table sat in the center of the room with three rain-head showers hovering above it. “Are we getting massages?”

“We are.”

“Do you want to go first?”

“No, I’d like you to go first.” He fondled her breasts, raising her shirt over her head and slid her shorts to the ground before lifting her up onto the table. Tom pulled his shirt off. “Face down, please.”

Tess couldn’t quit giggling. “Mr. Tom, are you my masseuse?”

“Yes, yes I am. Do you think I’m up for the daunting task?”

“I’m not sure,” she teased.

He picked an oil and started at her neck, kneading the muscles in her shoulders with the perfect amount of pressure. Using his forearm, Tom worked over her back and butt. Tess’ body began to pulse as his strong hands rubbed down her thighs to her feet. Tom’s long tapered fingers eased up her legs, caressing the inside of her thighs, making her sigh loudly. She wanted to wait for the Jacuzzi, but wasn’t sure if she could hold out. Her body squirmed under the strokes of his strong hands.

“Tess, can you roll over please?”

Aroused and excited, she turned over and closed her eyes. Tom massaged her face, neck and breasts, stopping to feel her heart pounding beneath his hands. As his fingers traveled toward her thighs, she could feel the warmth of his breath on her tummy. Tess held her breath in anticipation.

“Breathe, Tess, just breathe.” She rolled her hips toward his hands, but he whispered in her ear, “Not yet, lay still.”

She exhaled loudly, nodding her head. He touched her affectionately, kissing and licking her nipple, teasing her with his tongue until she began to simmer. Tess wouldn’t be able to wait. She was too close. Overcome by temptation, she couldn’t lie still, writhing beneath his hands. Dipping lower between her thighs, his tongue and fingers moved as if he knew her body better than she did.

Tess had never been touched like this. Pleasure surged through her. He worked over her spot, her favorite spot, throbbing with the need for release. Her quiet moans climbed higher. Reaching down, she held him there, clutching her wrists to his temples. He was remarkable. His fingers glided in a tireless rhythm as her muscles frantically tightened and clenched them inside her.

The sounds coming from her throat sounded foreign and distant over the loud buzz ringing in her ears. “Yes. Oh yes. Oh God.” She cried out as she peaked over and over again, cresting and crashing in violent spasms. Tom began to withdrawal his touch and her upper body thrashed back and forth, pleading, “Don’t stop…please…not done.” When she felt the heat of his mouth return, she released his head from her grip and arched higher, raising her hands above her head. Consumed by raw pleasure-filled emotions, tears stung the corners of her eyes as she shuddered uncontrollably. She whimpered and tugged him upward. He sat on the edge of the table and wrapped her in his arms, stroking and caressing until her breathing slowed. Tess couldn’t move or get up.

“Holy crap,” she panted.

He kissed her shoulder and nuzzled his smooth face against her neck. “Did you enjoy your massage?”

“Yes, I did. You make me so loud.”

“Umm hum, just a little loud.” Satisfaction hung on the curve of his smile.

“I know it’s your turn, but I need a minute. Shit, my hands are shaking.”

While she recovered, Tess noticed stones warming in a miniature oven. This was one of her favorite massages. Although, after the massage he just gave her, she definitely had a new favorite.

Tom settled facedown onto the table. She slowly drizzled oil over his back, causing his muscles to flex as he squirmed. Using the smooth stones with oil, Tess massaged his back and worked out the knots in his shoulders. She spaced the warm stones evenly down his spine before moving on to the rest of his body. Her eyes explored every inch of physic while her hands took in the feel of his fit body beneath her fingertips. She knead the cords in his forearms, moving on to manipulate the center of his palms, gently tugging on each finger.

Tess found herself moving instinctually over his body. Touching without thinking. She felt a connection to Tom, a bond. Her heart raced yearning to give him pleasure.

After removing the stones, she whispered in his ear, “Roll over.”

Driven by the burning desire to please him, she was overcome with the urgency to be better than ever before. Tess loved going down on him, but longed to take him to new heights. Touching her hot, wet tongue to the length of him, she breathed a veil of moist heat on his engorged head. She waited, knowing he would open his eyes to watch her. Lying on his back, Tom sat up onto his elbows, staring down at her. Her lips tugged into a smile before she wrapped her mouth around him, taking in every inch.

A low groan escaped his throat as she began massaging him with her tongue. “Oh…my…God.” he groaned loudly as his head dropped back. “Tess.”

Without releasing him from the suction of her mouth, she climbed onto the table and kneeled between his legs. She set the rhythm, manipulating the length of him with strokes and flicks of her tongue. He clasped his hands to the sides of her face, twisted his fingers in her hair and tugged gently. He strained and his muscles went rigid. Tom moaned from deep within, calling out her name, shuddering fiercely as he came. She took him in, tasting his sweet release. Tess lay her head in his lap, smiling with contentment.
I was not able to put this book down for many reasons, the first and most important was the healing process of Tess. Everyone finds closure in their own way but finding closure does not mean you no longer LOVE.
Tess and Tom healed each other and found a friend more so then a partner when they were away on “vacation”. The doubts were there and they did not let the outside world determine what would be their fate. I did doubt the TRUST of when he had to leave but his demons were also his strength. Tess kind of pissed me off when she did not listen to him and saw RED but what woman wouldn’t have. If I am honest I thought the worst of Tommy too, LOL. In the end it ALL worked out.
This is definitely a MUST read to true love believers everywhere. Beverly pulled you in and gave you warmth, love, sex, family drama, and laughter with a storyline that flowed. I just found out that Shayla and John have a story I MUST read. I wanted them to hook-up.
Single Ladies – Beyonce
Banana Pancakes – Jack Johnson
Barely Breathing – Duncan Sheik
First Time – Lifehouse
Whatever it Takes – Lifehouse
Brass Bed _ Josh Gracin
Nickelback – How You Remind Me, Someday, Figured You Out
Brown Eyed Girl – Van Morrison
Must Be Doing Something Right – Billy Currington
Rude Boy – Rhiana
All I wnat to Do – Sugarland
I Go Blind – Hootie and the Blowfish
Sexy Back – Justin Timberline
Ta douleur – Camille
I Hate Boys – Christina Aguilera
Madness – Muse
My Sacrifice – Creed
Maybe I’m Amazed – Paul McCartney
Amazed – Lonestar
(B&N is only the paperback)
For the past twenty-one years, Beverly Preston has been a stay at home mom, although she prefers the title Domestic Engineer, raising her four amazing kids. Along the way, Beverly worked side by side with her husband Don, the love of her life, designing, building and selling custom homes. As her children begin to venture out on their own, she’s left to shed a tear—for a minute—wonder what’s next in life, and embrace the feeling of empowerment that surely must’ve been wrapped in a present she received on her fortieth birthday.

If Beverly isn’t at home riding her spin bike, you’ll find her spinning richly emotional and sinfully sexy romance stories.
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