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275 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 23, 2014





“Well, besides the hot bass player, bad boy, I’m-in-a-band charm, I think you’re moody and distant on purpose. You push people away so you can’t get disappointed or hurt. If you have no attachments, there’s nothing to risk. Am I right?” Even though she asked, the way she smiled told me she thought she was.
I ignored her bull’s-eye. “I’m hot?”

‘I wanted Carly. I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted a woman.
Once, just once, I wanted to be good enough to have that kind of innocence under me, wanting me, consuming me.’

‘Her expression grew serious and her smile faded. “I can’t...I mean, I don’t.” Her hand gestured between us. She inhaled sharply, then spoke in a rush. “This won’t ever go further.”
My heart shattered. Not because she was telling me she was off-limits but because she had to, for her, for her self preservation. I got it. I didn’t want to, but Jesus, I got it. This girl deserved happiness. I was never gonna be that for her. I ran the back of my fingers across her cheek, wishing I could pull her into my arms. “I know.”
“But I like you, Graham Allen,” she whispered.
I didn’t see that coming. I pushed aside what I wanted to say and said what I should. “I’m not good enough for you, Carly Sullivan.” And that was the sad fucking truth.’
‘“Why do you put yourself down?”
“Don’t,” I warned. She wasn’t going to turn this around. I wouldn’t let her.
“Don’t what? Care about you? Want you to think you’re capable of more than just sharing small pieces of yourself?”
Anger began to seep in. “You don’t know me,” I said low and threateningly.
“I want to know you. I’ve wanted to know you since the first time I saw you play. I look at you and I see...” She stopped and stared at me like she needed permission.
Fists clenched, heart pounding, I wanted to know what she saw. God, I wanted to know. And I didn’t. Air trapped in my lungs, I hated that she had the upper hand right now. Damn it. Only one way out, I inclined my head.
Looking away, she inhaled and held it. Then in a rush, she brought her eyes back to mine, exhaled and spoke. “I see something like me.”
Fuck.’

‘Everything disappeared except her. The feel of her breath on my skin, her lips, her mouth, her tongue, I was desperate for her. She crawled up my body with uncontained need. Her scent all around, I wanted her. This was what I’d always wanted. Her, two steps past sanity, the line between desire and obsession gone, crazy, break-a-person frantic. For me.’


