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About SIN WITH ME
The
past she can’t remember. The secret he hides. And a love that’s
worth risking it all.
After
a devastating car crash stole both her family and her memory, Grace
Stanton was left with no past and an uncertain future. Now Grace
likes to keep things simple. No sleepovers, never date a guy more
than a month, and never, ever fall in love. Which is exactly why
Grace avoids Bad Habit’s lead guitarist, Brody Scott, at all costs.
The green-eyed, sexy-as-hell musician has “trouble” tattooed all
over him, and Grace isn’t taking any chances with her heart.
Brody
knows he doesn’t deserve an amazing woman like Grace—her creamy
skin, red hair, or that smart mouth that fuels his every fantasy—but
there’s something between them that’s more than chemistry.
Something real. He’ll just have to convince Grace that he’s worth
the risk—and hide the secret that haunts his worst dreams. But when
fate plays a cruel hand, Brody’s darkest sin suddenly threatens his
last chance at redemption…and the life of the woman he loves.
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Like fingers interlacing, several things slowly
come together and fit into place.
“You could fall in love with me and not
remember it?” I whisper.
She swallows and nods.
Dumbfounded, I stare at her. “Holy fuck.”
Looking miserable, she nods again. She tries to
pull away but I don’t let her. I put my arms around her and
squeeze.
She resists for what feels like forever, stiff
and uncomfortable in my arms, but then slowly she gives in. She melts
against me with a sigh, tucks her face into the space between my neck
and shoulder, and winds her arms around my waist.
We stand like that for a while, not talking,
feeling the chaotic beating of each other’s hearts. Her hair smells
like sunshine. She’s soft and warm against me, lush and feminine.
My dick is still wrestling for control with my brain, which is in a
state of shock and is just sitting there lifelessly inside my skull
like a big lump of cheese.
And suddenly I realize what a gift I’m being
offered.
I can never right the wrongs of the past, no
matter how desperately I might want to. But maybe those wrongs aren’t
the end of the story. Maybe they’re only a new beginning.
If I’m going to do good by her, this is a
fucking fantastic place to start.
My voice gruff, I say, “I’m in.”
She pulls away and looks at me, a little furrow
between her brows. “What?”
“I said I’m in. Fuck it. If I can make you
fall in love with me once, I can make you fall in love with me again
and again. Every day if I have to.”
Grace blanches. “The Egosaurus rides again.
I’m not in love
with you!”
“But you will be,” I vow, looking at her
dead-on. “Because I’m not gonna leave you any other choice.”
I plunge my hands into her hair, grip her head,
pull her toward me, and fit my mouth against hers.
It’s like the Fourth of July and New Year’s
Eve and Christmas morning, all rolled into one.
Heat. Color. Noise. Fireworks behind my eyes.
She moans into my mouth, digs her nails into my back, arches against
me. I moan, too, fucking her luscious mouth with my tongue, one hand
behind her neck and the other roaming all over her body, learning her
shape, the dip of her waist, the full, tight curve of her ass.
It’s greedy.
It’s scorching.
It’s everything.
If there were a Guinness World Record for the
most amazing, mind-blowing, cock-stiffening, heart-pounding,
panty-melting, burn-down-the-house kiss, we’d win that motherfucker
hands down.
We’re both breathing hard, desperate,
mindless, lost. The kiss goes on and on, until I’m drunk on her.
I’m flying. I’m melting. I’m—
Someone loudly clears his throat.
Stunned and reeling, Grace and I break apart.
Nico stands in the kitchen doorway with his
hands on his hips, grinning like an idiot. “Hiya, kids,” he
drawls. “What’re you two squirrels up to?”
Flushed and trembling, Grace lifts a hand to
her lips. She lets out a short, astonished laugh and cuts her gaze to
me.
I can’t talk either. My mouth can’t form
any coherent words. I just stand there, dumb as a rock, my mind
blank, my shorts tented, staring at Grace like I’ve spent my entire
life up to this point living in a dark cave, surviving on worms and
insects, and she just walked in with candles and flowers and a big
fucking steak on a hot plate.
“Uhh . . .”
Nico bursts out laughing.
“I’ll just go see what Kat’s up to.”
Grace’s voice is high and shaky. She bolts from the room.
“Just wanted to let you know a few people are
starting to show up.” Nico glances at the front of my shorts and
chuckles. “So, uh, you might want to pull yourself together,
brother.”
Shaken to my core, I sag against the counter,
gripping it hard for support, and let out a ragged breath. “Jesus.
Is that what it’s like for you with Kat? That feeling like you’re
. . .”
“Free-falling?” Nico supplies when I can’t
find the right word. “High flying? Completely out of control?”
When I look up at him, he nods. “Yeah,
brother. It is. At the beginning. And then it gets so much deeper and
so much better, there aren’t any words for it at all.” His
eyes—bright, cobalt-blue eyes that made him famous—pierce me.
“But be careful. Because once you get on that speeding train, you
can’t get off. Even if it jumps the tracks, crashes into a nuclear
power plant, and burns the whole world to the ground.”
He gives me one long, last look and then turns
around and leaves.
From somewhere very far off, I hear the sound
of my demon laughing.
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