Sometimes, one dark moment is all it takes to turn your world black...
For 24-year old Dominic Kinkaide, that moment took place on the night of his high school graduation. One dark incident changed him forever. He's a hardened actor now, famous in the eyes of the world, but tortured in his own. He doesn't care about much of anything, except for losing himself in the roles that he plays.
23-year old Jacey Vincent doesn't realize how much her father's indifference has affected her. She is proof that sometimes it isn't one specific moment that wrecks a person, but rather it's an absence of moments. She's like a bird with a broken wing-strong yet fragile, as she tries to float through life, finding acceptance in the arms of random guys, one after the other... to fill the void that her father left in her.
Until she meets Dominic.
After jaded Dominic and strong-willed Jacey are thrown together, his secret and her issues create a dark and damaged energy that will soon turn their attraction to each other into an explosive storm.
Even though when the clouds have cleared and the dust has settled, both of them are almost obliterated... they've learned a priceless lesson.
Sometimes, before we fall... we fly.
Excerpt
Are
you feeling warm yet?”
I watch his
lips as he speaks the words, husky and low. His lips are full, yet
manly and suddenly I ache to lean over and press mine to his, to touch them in
any way that I can.
But I
don’t.
Because I’m
not a girl who gets used. Not anymore.
“No,
not at all.”
But Dominic
takes that as a challenge. He’s not used to hearing the word no and he’s
not about to start now. I see that in his dark eyes a scant moment before
he dips his head and consumes my mouth.
I say
consume, instead of kiss, because that’s what he does.
He consumes
me.
His lips are
fiery and hot and he kisses me with a fierceness that touches a secret part of
me; moist, hot, firm, sexy. I want to inhale him, to suck him down.
I vaguely feel his hands on my back, his warmth emanating through my clothes,
his hardness pushing into my softness.
I’m breathless when he pulls away.
“What about now?”
For the life
of me, I’m afraid to answer that. Instead, I pull away, just a bit, just
enough that there is some space between us, but I can still absorb his warmth.
As my teeth chatter, both from the cold and from the suddden absence of his
lips, I answer.
“I’m good.”
He laughs, a
husky, low, naughty sound.
“Oh, I’m sure
of that.”
And just like
that, I’m drawn back in… in toward his sexy smile, his arrogant gaze and his
knowing smirk. He’s bad for me. Very bad for me. I’ve
got to remember that.
He will
decimate you, I tell myself.
But my
problem is, every time I look into his dark eyes and see the mysterious things
that lurk there, I forget that. I forget everything that is
supposed to matter.
About the Author
Courtney Cole
is a novelist who would eat mythology for breakfast if she could. She has a
degree in Business, but has since discovered that corporate America is not
nearly as fun to live in as fictional worlds. She loves chocolate and roller
coasters and hates waiting and rude people.
Courtney lives in quiet suburbia,
close to Lake Michigan, with her real-life Prince Charming, her ornery kids
(there is a small chance that they get their orneriness from their mother) and
a small domestic zoo.
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