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197 pages, Unknown Binding
First published April 29, 2014



“Come here,” I say, curling an arm around her and bringing her to my side before she can protest. “I’m not surprised. You have a lot of love to give.” She shakes her head against my chest. “Yes, you’re a fighter and a lover. Best of both worlds.”
‘I wet my lips and swallow hard. His eyes dart to my mouth. Reaching out, I run my hands over his hair and settle them around his jaw. I cradle his face and pull up slightly, letting him know I want his eyes on mine. Leaning in, I plant a brief, soft kiss on his lips. When I pull back, I whisper his name again, and the look he gives me has everything in me tightening. I’m tensed as if I’m standing on a ledge contemplating a plunge into a deep, unknown ravine. I’m secure, though, in the knowledge that Ransom waits for me at the bottom.
“No one calls me John, but you. It is yours…I am yours.” Oh. My. God!’

‘“That’s beautiful. And for the record, I think your tattoos are beautiful too. They’re a part of who you are.” Her eyes twinkle when she looks back to me. “And you can trust me to tell the truth because I’ve never been much for tattoos either.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to describe a man’s tattoos as beautiful, Denver,” I joke, hoping to bring a moment of levity to our conversation.
“And your scars,” she whispers, kissing the healed gash on my chin. “I think your scars are beautiful too. All of that has worked to make you who you are, which is one beautiful man.” Weaving my fingers through her hair, I bring her mouth down to crash on mine. Her surprised gasp works in my favor, as it has her opening up to me immediately, and I waste no time in taking advantage of that. My teeth clash against hers for a moment because I feel like I can’t get deep enough. I feel a surge in her as she gives in and opens fully, letting me devour her. When I pull back, she releases a breath that I work hard to take into me. I want all of her. Every breath. Every tremble. Every sweet word.’
‘Ransom fingers a lock of my hair before tucking it behind my ear and running his fingertips down my neck. His gentle touch makes me shiver. “I think that’s what you do for people you love. You put them first, and when they see that, they return the favor.” He shrugs. “You both end up on top.”’

“Baby, I’ve told you that’s confidence, not cockiness. I know what I want, and I know who I want.”
“And you want me.” It says a lot about me to have phrased that like a statement and not a question. Yay me!
“Better believe it.” His tense gaze locks on me, and I’m spellbound. Those powerful arms tighten around me – arms that make him strong enough to conquer bulls and boxing opponents and…me. Arms that are strong enough to become gentle and hold me and love me. “You’re it for me.” And in that gravelly voice that makes it seem like his words are scraped from the bottom of his very soul, he whispers, “God, woman. You’re the bulls, the horn, the whole fucking ride – everything.”
“Get out of your head, and tell me what you feel. What you want.”
Pressing my eyes shut tighthly, I will myself to say what I feel without hesitation, without reservation. I want to, I just…
“Say it, dammit. Say what you’re feling right now,” he demands again, relentless as ever.
My eyes fly open. “I want you, dammit,” I cry. “I love you.” His eyes widen, like he didn’t think I would actually admit it. He’s not the only one who’s surprised. Ah, God. It feels so good. Then I can’t shut up. “I know it. I feel it. I want it. Loving you is so damn easy that it terrifies me. Not loving you, but the fear of losing it because I’m not good enough.”

