Synopsis: Struggling with the emotional and physical scars of war, Marine Pete Cross returns to his hometown, Heart Falls, New York, bitter and broken. The last person he wants to see is the stubborn tomboy from his past, Cara Sands. The guy code of ethics demands he keep his hands to himself where his best friend’s sister is concerned, but Cara never got that memo. Apparently, neither did Pete’s libido, because his desire for her is stronger than ever.
Cara has no clue where the man she loves went, but she’ll do whatever it takes to bring him back. Pete tries to push Cara away with bitterness and anger, but she yanks him right back with understanding and patience. Her persistence drags them closer to an outcome that might destroy them both or show him, once and for all, the power of second chances.
Lowering his face into the crook of her neck, he brushed his lips over her sensitive flesh. She shivered at the contact. Waves of tingling current traveled throughout her body. Parts of her exploded with vivid life. Other areas lost function, like her knees and her capacity for speech.
“God, you smell so good, Cara, just like I remember.”
His scent reminded her of the forest at night, sweet, yet untamed, dangerous.
Without warning, he captured her lips. Trapped between her aching breasts and the hard planes of his chest, her hands tensed, curling into his bare flesh. His mouth took charge, demanded submission.
He offered no escape.
She sought no release. Why would she want to? She’d dreamt of this moment for six long years.
The kiss set fire to her soul. She surrendered to the flames, helpless to extinguish them. She wanted more of him. More of his caresses, more of his taste, more of the incredible pleasure she found within his arms. She savored the bitter blend of whiskey and sin coating his lips, a powerful combination that made her dizzy. He held her in place, deepening the possession, and that was what the embrace meant to accomplish. Within those moments, he owned her.
Yes, Cara desired Pete Cross like no other. No one had ever come close to him and no one ever would.
Pushing his hips deeper into the sensitive junction between her thighs, he let the hard ridges of his erection give her a hint of what to expect should she surrender. She moaned, wanting more, while he trailed his mouth over the curve of her chin, nipping at her throat.
“My sweet, Cara,” he whispered. His endearment warmed her heart. While his caresses fed the blaze screaming beneath her skin. “One touch and I forget. One touch and I forget everything.”
About K.D. Friedrich
K. D. Friedrich is a writer of Contemporary and Paranormal Romance. By day, she crunches numbers, but by night, she’s busy creating interesting worlds and compelling characters, hot alpha heroes being her favorite. In 2013, she placed second in the Golden Palm contest for Paranormal Romance. She’s an overprotective mother (her daughter’s words), lifelong New Yorker, and an obsessed reader of everything romance.