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Tuesday, March 17, 2015
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INK & IRON: OBSESSION
He could have it all… but all he wants is her.
Ink & Iron, Book 1
his soaring career as the lead singer of indie-rock band Ink &
Iron, Cole Kennrick has been through it all: sex, drugs, and rock and
roll. Overindulging until he lost what mattered most.
he’s pulled his life together and left his addictions behind, except
for one: his ex-wife, Janie. If only he can convince her their love
was—still is—the real thing.
the seven years since their divorce, Janie has kept tabs on the only
man she’s ever truly loved. The one she had to leave in order to save
herself. Still, dark and often kinky desires they explored together
linger in her dreams and fantasies.
has seen up close and way-too-personal that rock stars are bad, bad
medicine. But when Cole shows up at her yoga studio, clean and sober,
his leather-and-motorcycles scent teasing her senses, it’s way too
tempting to slip right back into the one place she swore she’d never
risk again—his arms.
Cole was leaning against the doorframe, one arm braced over
his head in a relaxed pose only the most confident of men could pull off. He
wore a black button-down shirt edged in blue stitching that brought out the icy
blue of his eyes, and it was fitted enough that she could see the breadth of
his shoulders straining against the fabric. The sleeves fit his biceps
perfectly, as if molded there, and the fit of his jeans made her entire body
ache with need.
“Hey, Janie girl. You look beautiful.”
She blinked. Focused on his mouth. Oh, that was not any
better. Or it was, but…
“Um…you find the place okay?”
“Yeah, no problem.”
“Good.” She grabbed her purse from the console table next to
the door. “I’m ready to go.”
He paused, clearly wanting her to invite him in, but she
knew she was doomed if she did that. Cole Kennrick and her, alone in her
apartment? A very bad idea.
Or a very good one.
She looked up to find his gaze on hers, a smoldering blue
that went right through her like a physical sensation—warm and intense.
All he did was reach out and run a finger under her chin,
but he may as well have put his hand between her thighs. That touch and his
steady gaze on hers were working like some kind of wild aphrodisiac. Her legs
went weak. Her sex went hot. Her mind went numb. When he stepped forward, she
didn’t say a word. When he moved closer, using his big body to press her back,
and closed the door behind him, she didn’t resist. She remembered this about
him—how could she ever forget?—the way he used his tall, muscled frame to
command her, to wrestle her into submission without even a word. But oh, when
the words came, they were exactly the right ones to get her to shift gears in
her head. To allow her to give herself over.