the right and the wrong times…
absolute worst day imaginable. When all hope was gone, and she was whittled
away to little more than tears and despair, up walks Nox, an unlikely hero to
save the day. Maren is about to discover that sometimes the good guys wear
black, and there are times that the lines between good and evil blur beyond
gold, or so it seems. It also seems that Maren has captured that heart with her
wide, tear filled brown eyes. Nox never saw himself going for jailbait before,
but that’s just what Maren is, all woman trapped in a seventeen year old package.
Still, what he wouldn’t do for her, including taking on the unlikely role of
keeper to her unruly preteen brother.
or in some serious time spent behind bars for Nox, but sometimes, it’s worth
risking it all.
and put my hair into a braid over my shoulder, listening to the vacuum run
downstairs as Nox cleaned up his and my brother’s disaster area. Truthfully, I
didn’t mind the mess. Especially when Sage seemed almost happy when I’d come
home. Equally, as honestly, I was grateful that Nox was cleaning it up. I just
didn’t have the energy; I was so deeply mentally, and emotionally, exhausted.
brush to total silence in the house. When I stood up, I jumped and clapped my
hands over my mouth to keep from screaming. Nox frowned at me from over my
shoulder in the bathroom mirror.
mouth and smoothing over my nightgown. Nox raised an eyebrow, noticing it for
the first time. It was black satin and ankle length, clinging to what curves I
had, with lace panels just beneath my breasts, along the ribs. Not exactly
something I advertise, but I liked to wear nice things to bed. I just usually
had a robe on over them. My scruffy, fluffy bathrobe hung on the back of the
door, just inside my reach. I tended to have water drip down my arm when I
brushed and when it caught the edge of my sleeve, I hated that. It was like
tiny wet kisses against my wrist from Satan with how much I detested it.
they were, went dark with a hunger that had nothing to do with food.
capturing my hand with his and drawing me closer. He lifted my hand to his
mouth and turned it, placing his lips softly to the inside of my wrist.
just pull myself the rest of the way into his arms and put my lips up against
his. The struggle was absolutely real, and I could tell it was for both of us.
What I couldn’t tell was if that made things easier or if that made things just
personal space. His hands smoothed over the satin over my hips and he closed
his eyes as if committing the feeling of me beneath them to memory.
bringing herself and her thirteen month old son home to his father. It was her
last ditch effort to make a better life for her and her boy. One in which Noah
had a father to look up to and guide him. While she knew Grinder wasn’t perfect,
she believed in him, and love always found a way, right?Melody never thought her dreams for herself and her son could twist into such
nightmares, and that it was so true, the old adage, that the road to hell is
paved with good intentions. She’s about to find out that another adage is true,
that sometimes it’s better the devil you know, when instead of finding Grinder,
it’s his cold and critical brother Archer at the end of her long drive that she
must contend with.
With no other options, and no place else to go, Melody is about to make a deal
with this devil that she can’t refuse. Who knew it could, quite possibly, be
the best decision she’s ever made?
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