And love can turn into an enemy…
Mitch
Abrams, the bassist for the popular rock band Generation Rejects, has
been in love with Gracie Cook for years. But Gracie, a complicated girl
with a lot of baggage, was too blind to see how she felt about the man
who had always stood by her.
Until one night of passion brought them closer than they had ever been before.
Feeling
off balance and out of control, Gracie does the only thing a girl with
self-destructive tendencies can do: end things with Mitch before they
can really begin.
So Mitch moves on. With his band, his friends, and a new girlfriend.
Yet he can’t seem to forget about the girl who threw his heart away.
Gracie,
who is still struggling to build a life after crashing to the bottom,
finds it hard to forget about her one night with Mitch. And even as she
tries to convince herself it was only sex, her heart knows differently.
But
life is full of chances and desperate moments. And when Mitch and
Gracie are thrown back into each other’s lives, will they seize at the
opportunity to do things right?
Or will the rock star and the less than ordinary girl crash and burn?
Excerpt!!
“We
keep bumping into each other, it seems,” she laughed. The wind was
strong and her blonde hair blew into her eyes. She made a face and
pulled the strands out of her mouth.
“The
fun of living in a small town,” I said. I noticed that she was dressed
in tailored black slacks and a cream silk blouse that molded to her
breasts. The neck dipped into a modest V. It didn’t reveal anything
really. Just the slight hint of cleavage. It certainly wasn’t anything
most men would have fixated on. But it was Gracie. And I was Mitch. So I
couldn’t help myself from staring at the smooth skin of her chest.
She lifted her hair and draped it over her shoulder, revealing the long, graceful curve of her neck.
She tasted like strawberries and sweat. My tongue glided up the column of her throat and I wanted to devour her.
All of her.
She
moaned deep and low in the back of her throat. I lifted her leg and
hitched it over my hip. She was just the right angle to go deep. I slid
inside of her again. Even though I had just come, I was already hard for
her again. She was wet, so fucking wet. There was no resistance as I
thrust into her.
“Mitch,”
she whispered, her voice raw, her eyes needy. I covered her mouth with
mine as I buried myself to the hilt inside of her perfect, wet warmth.
She
repeated my name over and over as I began to move my hips. She rose up
to meet each push. It was a litany. A prayer. We came together.
Together.
Always together.
“Hello. Earth to Mitch,” Gracie called out, wiggling her fingers in front of my face.
Damn. I had a hard on. This was the problem with looking at her. Blue balls and mortification.
“Sorry,
my mind’s somewhere else.” I blinked a few times and tried to think of
dead kittens and naked grandmas. Anything to get rid of the straining
bulge in my pants.
About The Author
The
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Contemporary and
Paranormal romance including The Find You in the Dark and Bad Rep series
as well as the upcoming stand alone romance, Reclaiming the Sand, and a dark new adult series for Gallery Books. A.
Meredith spent ten years as a counselor for at risk teens and children.
First working at a Domestic Violence/Sexual Assault program and then
later a program for children with severe emotional and mental health
issues. Her former clients and their stories continue to influence every
aspect of her writing. When
not writing (or being tortured with all manner of beauty products at
the hand of her very imaginative and extremely girly daughter), she is
eating chocolate, watching reality television that could rot your brain and reading a smutty novel or two. A. Meredith is represented by Michelle Johnson with the Inklings Literary Agency.
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