by S. M. West
Her dark hair, so dark it’s almost blue-tinged, fans as she twirls to face me. After nearly three years apart, it’s unfathomable how close we are, so close, I could touch her. Clenching my fists, I fight the fiercely throbbing urge to hold her, knowing she wouldn’t appreciate my bold gesture. To satisfy my craving, my eyes drink her in, every inch of her. I can’t help but stare. She’s breathtakingly beautiful.
Surprised aquamarine eyes nail me as she sucks in a jagged breath and drops the empty tray from her hand. The loud crash and subsequent reverberating clatter has all eyes in the bar on us. We’re at the family bar, The Waters, and while it’s not busy with only a handful of people eating lunch, it’s more than I prefer. Alone is how I want her.
Doing this here wasn’t my preference, but I didn’t want to wait and besides, there’s never going to be a perfect time. I couldn’t wait any longer. He got her a ring. A fucking engagement ring. I couldn’t let him propose. No. Fucking. Way.
Time was of the essence. I’m in ‘act now, deal with the consequences later’ mode.
“Evan,” her voice quivers and she sways, grabbing the bar to steady herself.
Stepping in my direction, she falters with a hint of a frown clouding her features. It’s only a second, but time slows, practically stopping, as a myriad of emotions skitter across her face. I’m almost able to feel the bombardment of her memories. The times we were together, when I left her, then when she was alone. Fuck, she’s gonna kick me out.
Without warning, Carys hurtles herself at me, her arms and legs hug me as she buries her face into my neck. I cling to her slender frame, one arm under her rear and the other around her back, as her muffled sobs echo within my chest. I can’t tell if they are tears of joy or sorrow.
Fuck. Holding her after all these years feeds my starved soul, fills my ravaged heart. Heaven. Finally, I’m able to breathe with my girl in my arms.
Releasing Summer 2017
Add to your TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34642452-blue
I’m excited for Isabel Love’s second book, Unconventional, in her Unexpected Love Series. Check out this excerpt:
Unconventional by Isabel Love
Copyright © 2017 by Isabel Love
*Subject to change*
“What’s up with you and Quinn?” Logan asks me, brown eyes dancing with curiosity. I’m surprised they’ve waited this long to ask me this question.
Quinn Fitzpatrick—or as I like to call her, Red. I look over at the dance floor and find her dancing near Monica and Tate, Logan’s girlfriend. All three women are beautiful. Monica’s long dark hair falls down her back, her hips moving to the music in a perfect rhythm. Tate is short and petite, with blonde hair in a pixie cut. She reminds me of Tinker Bell, flitting from one foot to the other, dancing with spastic energy and smiling like a goon the whole time. Monica and Tate are attractive, no doubt; but Quinn steals the show. She has wild red hair (hence my nickname for her), creamy pale skin, freckles that make me want to trace patterns on her skin for hours and luscious lips that look gorgeous wrapped around my cock. Her dark brown eyes twinkle with mischief as she shakes her hips to the music. Nearly all of the men on the dance floor are staring at the trio and one brave soul approaches Quinn. She looks up at him, a slow smile spreading across her face as he whispers in her ear. Fuck, that smile. She doesn’t even know how sexy it is.
When we first met, Max forbade me from hooking up with his girlfriend’s best friend. Making her off limits only made me want to have her - and that was before I even laid eyes on her. Once I saw her, my cock had no doubt what it wanted. Then she started talking about dick piercings and it was a done deal. I happen to have my dick pierced and she played with it all night. And several times since. That woman knows how to ask for what she wants in bed. She enjoys sex almost as much as I do—which is saying something.
“We have fun sometimes, but we aren’t together. She’s awesome in bed and fun to hang out with, but you know me, I don’t want a relationship.” I shrug, not wanting to make a thing out of this with Logan and Max.
“So you don’t care if she goes home with that guytonight?” Logan asks, nodding in her direction.
I stare at Quinn as the guy starts to dance with her. She’s facing me and I see her lean her head back and laugh at something he says. She must feel us staring at her because she looks our way. When she catches me looking, her smile widens and she winks.
I smirk at Logan. “She can go home with whoever she wants. Doesn’t mean she won’t be wishing it was me.”
Releasing Summer 2017
Add to your TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34346410-unconventional
SM West was born on an island paradise on the shortest day and longest night of the year, Winter Solstice. Perhaps that’s why she’s a night owl? She loves romance and intrigue with intensity and edge. Her stories are about characters with brave hearts who fall wildly in love. If she’s not reading or writing, she’s hanging with her family, planning her next adventure, enjoying a glass of wine and indulging in chocolate.
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