Release Date: July 11, 2019
Cover Design: Angsty G
Synopsis
𝙃𝙚’𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢.
There’s a long list of things I don’t handle
well:
Change.
Relationships.
Breakups.
But there’s one person above everything else I can’t seem to get a handle
on.
𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘞𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦.
In short, he’s perfect. The reality, he scares me.
He’s the opposite of what I usually go for. He’s bigger. Intimidating. He
reminds me of someone I’d rather forget.
When I need to find a new place to live, Brody offers me his spare room, but I
have no plans on taking him up on the offer. He doesn’t know what happened to
me five years ago, and I want to keep it that way.
But with limited options, I
find myself outside his apartment holding a full moving box and wondering: How
can I do this without exposing the darkest part of my past?
Excerpt
My feet carry me across the apartment to Anders’ door, and I knock gently.
“Anders?”
There’s a moan and then a curse.
I have no idea what I’m doing or what I’m going to say. Demanding answers
isn’t an option, and neither is laying it all out there that I want more.
He still hasn’t opened the door.
I knock louder. “Anders? Are you okay?”
“Uh, hang on,” he calls out.
There’s something in his voice that sounds strained.
His footsteps get closer but then stop, and the door doesn’t budge. I lean in
closer to try to hear more, which is when Anders, of course, opens it. I jump back
but not fast enough.
He’s bare chested. Breathing hard. His face flushed. His mouth opens. Then
closes.
That’s when I notice how poor a job his boxers are doing at hiding the giant
erection trying to get free.
“Oh.” My gaze flies to his. “Oh. Umm, right. Okay. I ... you know what, it’s not
important.” I practically fall over myself trying to turn and get away as fast as I
can, because oops. Interrupting a wank session is poor form.
A chuckle comes from behind me. “It’s your fault, you know.”
I spin to face him. “Mine? How?”
Anders closes the gap between us with torturously slow steps. “All I’ve been
thinking about is kissing you again.”
I feel his voice all the way to my toes, making them curl into the carpet.
He’s a breath away now, so close I can smell sex on him as if he’s wearing it
like cologne.
I want to close the gap. I want to kiss him. My gaze lands on his lips, and I
feel my tongue run along my own.
“But we can’t,” he whispers. There’s absolutely no conviction behind it. It
sounds more like resigned defeat.
“Why not?” My voice mimics his, low and sexy with a tiny hint of a
growl.
Anders takes a step back as if needing space. “My therapist. She said we
shouldn’t. Not until …”
“Until?”
“Until I’m ready.”
“I’m guessing you’re not going to be ready in say the next ten seconds?” I ask
hopefully.
Anders laughs. “Goddammit.” He rushes me, almost knocking me off my feet
as he claims my mouth.
I groan as his tongue meets mine and his hands embrace and cling to me. He
pulls me close, and while I’m still so bloody confused, I can’t stop myself from
taking it.
Anders murmurs words I can’t understand against my lips, but when he pulls
back a tiny bit, no longer assaulting my mouth but still kissing me, I hear, “Why
do you have to be so ... you?”
He kisses my cheek, the side of my jaw, and my neck, while his impressive
cock digs into my side. His lower half rubs against me, and my own cock wants
friction, but my head gets stuck on his words.
“What do you mean, why do I have to be me? What’s wrong with being
me?”
“I’ve tried everything to make you unsexy in my head. Only, it’s not working.
I still go to bed with you on my mind and my hand on my dick.”
His breath is hot on my skin. “I’ve been trying to be good. Trying not to touch
you. Trying to forget how good it felt to have your cock in my mouth. I’ve been
trying to avoid this. I don’t want to freak out again. But you feel so damn,
amazing, Brody.”
He’s moving into rambling territory as he ruts against me, and I throw my
head back when our cocks line up through our boxers.
If we keep going like this, we’re no doubt going to fall over.
“Couch,” I croak.
His head snaps back, and he looks me in the eyes. “Couch?”
“Pin me again. Make it so I can’t move from beneath you and take what you
need.”
“Brody,” he whines but pushes me towards the couch.
I fall onto my back, but I get a chance to whip my shirt over my head before
Anders’ hard body lands on top of me.
I lift my hands above my head, joining them at the wrists.
“Hold me in place,” I encourage. If this is what he needs to get off, I’m more
than willing to give it to him.
As much as I’m dying to touch him and hope one day I’ll be able to, this, what
we have right here, is more than enough for me.
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About the Author
Eden Finley is an Amazon bestselling author who writes steamy
contemporary romances that are full of snark and light-hearted fluff.
She doesn't take anything too seriously and lives to create an escape from
real life for her readers. The ideas always begin with a wackadoodle premise, and
she does her best to turn them into romances with heart.
With a short attention span that rivals her five-year-old son's, she writes
multiple different pairings: MM, MMF, and MF.
She's also an Australian girl and apologises for her Australianisms that
sometimes don't make sense to anyone else.
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