When Taylor was four years old, she became an orphan and her childhood spiraled into darkness. She spent years lying, hiding, and avoiding any love offered to her until she was old enough to run away from all the threats of her past.
Now twenty-two, Taylor doesnât think sheâs worth more than being the kind of girl a guy hooks up with in the back room of a bar after her band plays. She definitely isnât the one you bring home to meet Mom and Dad.
An unlikely rescue puts her in Ethanâs sight. Heâs her total opposite, though. Ethan is a sexy dork who sees beyond Taylorâs guarded exterior. He sees past the tattoos and piercings. He sees her.
But they both have secrets capable of destroying their relationship. And if Taylorâs past ever catches up with her, the consequences could be deadly.
Due to explicit language, sexual content, and dark themes, reader discretion is advised.
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I attached two teasers, and the cover, and here is an excerpt:
âGo!â Pete yelled. Ethan did a perfect dive and disappeared underwater, and I took off.
I swam just as fast as I did for Owen. I didnât want to wait an instant longer to pull Ethan against my body. When I reached the deep end I flew to the bottom of the pool, where Ethan waited with his eyes closed. Thank God. If I looked at those puppies underwater, I wouldnât be able to break away for air and Iâd drown.
I circled behind him and put my hand on his lower stomach. It was supposed to be over his chest. I went too low. Total mistake I needed to fix. I should have moved fast, but this wasnât a real rescue, and my body wasnât cooperating with my brain.
Flattening my hand, I pressed it against him, and slowly moved over every ridge of his stomach. So fucking hot, and so stupid of me. I shouldnât be doing this.
Ethan reached over and put his hand over mine. His fingertips brushed over my knuckles, back and forth, gentle as could be, as I reached his chest. Then the touch wasnât light anymore. His hand tightened around mine, and he wasnât letting go.
I adjusted my grip so my body was flush against his. I had to. This was how you did a rescue. I gripped the black rope of my rescue tube, hating it. I wanted to stay underwater where it was perfectly acceptable for Ethan and me to be alone and pressed against each other, hand over hand on the smooth skin of his chest.
Kelly Lincoln is the author of Insignificant and Beyond Repair. She enjoys reading, inappropriate jokes, all things Disney, and spending time with her family. She lives in the northeast and drinks way too much Diet Coke.