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Blurb of volume 3

Torn by a choice between love and passion

Jack's heart has been lost ever since that terrible night. Now that I know what happened to him, I feel like I need to help him. I want to be there for him, but I know he'll never forget. Is love really going to be enough?
I miss my old life. I want to sing, I want to be somebody, and now that I'm with Jack everything has been put on hold. A curvy girl like me has no chance in the music business anyway, but when an opportunity presents itself to me, it feels like a dream.
Can I take this chance and risk losing him?

I never believed I would fall so hard for Amy, and it's turning me into a mess. She's sweet, sexy, and gets me hot and bothered in no time. I get protective of her and all I can think about is holding her close. But telling her ... that's another thing.
I think I love her, but it's terrifying, too. I know she'll want to pursue her career again soon. It's only a matter of time before I lose her again. I want her to be happy, but I think it'll kill me as well. I don't want her to leave.
Can I save our relationship before it's too late?

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Kissing him has been on my mind since we came home today. Even after all that shit that happened between us, I still want to be with him. I just can’t stay away. No matter how many times I tell myself this isn’t good, I can’t stop wanting him.

Just looking at him makes me ooze with pure want.

He’s just so damn sweet and sexy. A caring man, who had to stumble his way through a rough life. A proud man, who’s afraid to admit he can’t handle his problems alone. A kind and gentle man, who stole my heart. His flaws make him perfect.

But his lips are cold, so cold they create goose bumps on my skin.

I take my mouth off his. “You’re as cold as ice.”

He bites his lip to hide a sneaky smile. “Warm me up then.”

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to him, but I push away again. “You’re really cold, Jack. Jesus, this isn’t good.”

He sighs. “I don’t feel it.”

“I do. C’mon,” I say, and I pull him out of the bed. “We need to get you under the shower. Some hot water will get you up to temperature again. And why were you sleeping without a blanket anyway?”

He chuckles from my jabbering, but lets me drag him along anyway. I open the door and get him inside before closing it behind me.

“You gonna wait here ‘till I get naked or something?” he says.

“What?” I stammer.

I hadn’t really thought about it before, but now that I’m looking at him I realize he’s still dressed. Of course. To get under the water, one must get naked. Sometimes I feel like a drooling little girl. He has to take off his clothes, and I’m still here. What am I doing here?

He turns around with a smirk on his face and stays put in the middle of the bathroom, arms folded. “So, you want a peepshow or something?”

Heat rises to my head, and I know my cheeks are glowing red. “No, of course not.”

I quickly turn around and put my hand on the door handle, but then his hand suddenly presses firmly against the door. His arm is beside me and I’m staring at a bulk of muscles, so firm, I want to touch it.

I swallow.

Shit, these hormones are driving me crazy with lust.

Jack’s chest presses against my back and I can hear him inhale. He smells me, his nose close to my hair. When he exhales it sounds as though he’s relaxing, but his hand is still jammed against the door, pinning me between both.

I gasp when his finger grazes my neck and brushes aside my hair. His finger is cold and yet it heats me up to my core. When his lips make contact with my skin I gasp.

He’s so smooth and his kisses are to die for. The way he presses them softly onto my shoulder and neck makes me feel like a precious prize. As if I’m all he wants.

As much as I want him.

I let go of the door handle. His hand slips off the door and drifts to my waist. He’s taking a hold of me, and I can’t resist. I don’t even try anymore.

“Stay with me,” Jack whispers into my ear. It sends electric shocks through my spine. “I want to be close to you.”

My heartbeat rises as he works his way up my neck and nibbles my earlobe. He pushes himself against me, and his growing pants are unmistakable. Oh, yes, I can definitely feel him and his desire.

He tugs my body, and my feet move without me having any control over them. It’s as if my mind is blank and my body is running on pure lust. I’m not sure whether it’s right or wrong, especially not because of his past, but I can’t stop wanting him and more of this. His love is so affectionate, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Tender and passionate. He provides what I’ve been missing for so long. I need him like a drug.

Hooking his fingers underneath my shirt, he pulls it over my head, and it drops to the floor. His rough fingers linger on my arms and smooth down toward my armpits. He holds me close, lets me feel his body against mine, as if he wants me to feel the closeness between us. As if he’s ready to give me more.

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Pursing his lips, exhausted breaths come from his nose, and his eyes are closed. He buries his head in my chest and wraps his arms around me, securing me. I’m so close to him, I can feel his heartbeat against my chest, pounding feverishly, as if he’s just run a marathon and I’m the finish line.

His fingers slip smoothly over my skin, every touch sending shivers through my body. One of them rests on the nape of my neck and the other on my spine. He’s holding me close, so tenderly, so full of love, and it makes me want to smother him with kisses and hugs.

He sighs. “Fuck … I’m—”

“Don’t say you’re sorry,” I interrupt him. “Don’t ever say you’re sorry. Ever.”

He exhales slowly and looks up at me. Those dark brown eyes of his still mesmerize me and make me fall apart.

“But I’m a wreck.”

“So am I, but this is not a pity fuck, and I don’t want to hear you say it. I wanted this, too. It’s not just you who has needs. I want you, too.”

One eyebrow plucks upward. “You want me?”

The way he says it makes me blush. It’s like he’s asking me to give in. To tell him that I want this to be more. That I want to be his. Not just in bed, but everywhere.

I get off his lap, but he grabs my wrist and stands up, too. He closes in on me, and now we’re both under the shower again, hot water pouring down on our heads.

“Tell me,” he says. “I wanna hear it.”

“Yes, I want you,” I say, swallowing away my pride. “But I want all of you, and I know that’s not possible right now, but I’m okay with that. For now. But don’t you say sorry. There is nothing to be sorry about. Our sex is nothing to be sorry about.”

Jack lets go of my wrist. “Oh, I don’t regret this. None of this.” He inches closer and leaves a small peck on the left corner of my lip, so soft it almost tickles. “Nor this.” His kiss drags to the center of my lips and he leaves another quick peck. “I only regret not being able to give you more.”

I gasp at his words and his sweet kisses that are setting me ablaze again.

“I want you, Amy. I want to be with you, but I want to take it slow, too. I want to know this is right, and not feel ashamed when I do this, when I make love to you. To know that it’s okay to move on and love someone else. To love you.” He gazes into my eyes with a fiery passion. “I don’t want you to have to deal with a fucked up guy like me, but I don’t want you to leave either.”

“I don’t care about all that. I want it to be you, Jack. I don’t want anyone else anymore,” I whisper, and my breath is caught in my throat.

Water drops drip down his long hair and make him look so goddamn sexy. He inhales close to my mouth, as if he’s trying to suck out the words. Every inch of my love.

“Please tell me you won’t leave,” he lisps against my mouth. “Even if I’m such a fucking mess. I need you …”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him closer, setting my mouth on his. With a kiss I tell him that I’m not going anywhere. My career is on hold, but I don’t mind. Jack has given me so much more than I could wish for, and I don’t want to lose that. I don’t want to lose him. Besides, it’s not like there is anything else out there for me. Jack’s the only thing I got going for me now, and I don’t intend to let him slip away.

*** End of excerpt ***

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Blurb:

Unlucky is my middle name. My life as a singer-songwriter in a band I started with my best friend isn’t getting anywhere. I’m curvy and being thin is apparently important for a musical career. When my high school sweetheart and I get married, I find him kissing my best friend. Of course I didn’t put up with it.
Broken and depressed, I run away from everything I know, but even my car breaks down. Like I said … luck is not on my side.

Until I meet Jack …

Maintaining a ranch isn’t easy. I’ve got more work than time. Spare time is a luxury I can’t afford and won’t give into. When I spend one moment alone with my thoughts, I’m done for. Alcohol becomes my friend, because I can’t bear to feel the misery inside my heart.
I hate who I’ve become. Sorrow eats me up, but I won’t let anyone see. I need to keep on living, keep on fighting, and do everything on my own. For her, my little angel. She’s all I have left.

Until I meet Amy …

Lost in misery, love is our salvation


Excerpt (Jack's POV):

Her phone buzzes, and she stops working to check it. She’s leaning against the open door of the stables, probably reading a text message. Her gloomy face worries me.

She sniffs, and her body starts shaking. Oh shit. This doesn’t look good. She squints, her lips quivering and moving down. Oh, please, no. Don’t start crying, please, don’t cry.

Her eyes are getting watery, and before I know it she runs out the stable.

“Amy!” I holler, but she doesn’t stop.

I go after her. I need to know what’s bothering her so much that she’s crying all the time. I can’t let someone around me be so sad. It hurts me, too.

She’s clenching a fence somewhere up ahead, her blonde hair whisking in the wind. She looks stunning. The breeze makes her whimpers almost inaudible. Almost. My heart aches just from hearing it. I don’t want to see her sad.

I walk toward her, but find her cell phone a few feet away from her. I pick it up and hesitate, but I can’t stop myself from glancing shortly.

‘I’m sorry, Amy. I shouldn’t have kissed her. Please, tell me this isn’t the end. XOXO, Ronnie.’

So she has a boyfriend. Or had? I don’t know. Shit. I shouldn’t have looked at this. Fuck, what am I doing? Amy’s crying, and now I know why. I should get over there and comfort her.

I don’t wait another second and walk up to her. She’s clenching the fence tight, as if it’s the last thing she has to hold on to. I can her hear snivel, trying to hold back the tears. Oh, Amy …

I stand next to her and gaze at the field. It’s quiet for some time. I don’t know what to do. I’m not good with this. If I were, I’d know how to comfort myself, but I don’t.

“Want to talk about it?” I say after a while.

She shakes her head, but then another whimpering session begins. I rub over her shoulder and try to soothe her as much as I can.

“My ex. He kissed her. My best friend,” she suddenly says.

Okay, so she shakes her head, yet still talks? I swear I don’t get girls at all.

“On my wedding day!” she yells.

Oh. That’s fucking bad. Like hellish. “Shit …” is all I say. What else am I supposed to say? She’s bawling her eyes out, and it’s all because of that fucking jerk. All I can think of is wanting to crack him open and spit him out, spew shit about him, and swear as if there’s no tomorrow, but I can’t do that. It’s her ex. She’s crying over him, so that means she still cares about him. If I’d call him all sorts of things I’m sure she’ll be angry with me instead of him.

“Yes, he’s a fucking bastard!” she yells. “You cheating asshole!” she screams, leaning over the fence as if she’s hoping the words will cross the land and find their way to his ears.

Then she turns around and buries her head in my chest.

My body freezes. I gasp, pondering what to do. She’s crying against me, making my shirt wet, and I all I can think of is wanting her closer. Damn, Jack, when did you turn into such a sissy?

She wraps her arms around my neck, howling swear words while sobbing. Oh, I give up. I put my arms around her and pull her closer. She needs this. She needs me. I’m not sure what I want or need, but I have to be here for her. She can use me to cry onto. She can shout at me, beat me up, and crash into me. If it stops her from feeling sad, I’ll do anything. I can’t bear to hear her cry. Not another soul.

My hand brushes back and forth over her back. I try to calm her down by shushing and rocking sideways. She’s still crying, but it’s slowly lessening.

Suddenly I feel something clench my leg and squeeze in between us.

Amy lets go of me and peers down between our legs. Madeline pushed her way through and is now hugging Amy’s leg.

“Don’t cry, Amy,” she says.

Amy wipes the tears from her cheeks and pats Madeline on the head. We look at each other, momentarily. She doesn’t need to say anything to let me know she’s thankful that I was here when she needed someone.

Madeline quickly runs off, cramming herself through the fence, and into the field. We watch her dart around, picking flowers as she goes. She comes back and holds them up to Amy.

“For you.”

A smile slowly creeps onto Amy’s face. She gets on her knees, ignoring the fact that her jeans get dirty, and takes the flowers from Madeline. “Aw. They’re lovely.” She leans closer and beckons Madeline to lean closer too. “Thank you very much, Madeline.”

“You’re welcome!” Maddy giggles and runs off to chase the birds that are eating the leftover grain.

Amy watches Madeline before standing up again. Her eyes are still red and swollen, but her depressed face is gone. I can see she’s already falling in love with my sweet Maddy, just like everyone else who meets her. I chuckle. Of course she is.

“What?” she says.

“Oh, nothing.”

She gives me a quick jab against the shoulder, and makes me step back. This girl’s got some punch in her. Didn’t expect that. I didn’t expect her to get over her sadness so quickly, either. It’s admirable. I guess in that way she’s stronger than me.

She looks at me, stares at me even, and I feel embarrassed. Her perpetual gaze is petrifying me. I know she can see it. See underneath all of the layers, all of the jokes that I hide behind. It’s as if she’s peering into my soul, gazing at all the destruction I’ve done. Gazing at the ruin that is my life.

A chill crawls under my skin. I don’t want her to look at me like that, as if they can see all the hurt. As if they think they can do something about it. I don’t want anyone delving up my screwed up history. There’s no reason and no way in hell I’m going to let that happen. Unveiling what I’ve tried to bury for so long will kill me.

I clear my throat. “Let’s get back to work, if you’re ready.”

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