The line between love and hate has never been so thin, and Blake and Sebastian return in this sequel with bottled-up hurt that somehow just brings them even closer.
Sebastian was right. I was a coward. I ran my closeted tail all the way back to Georgia. Once I got there, I had no place left to hide. My life imploded. But when I was welcome nowhere, I still had to go somewhere.
I could barely look my sister in the eye, facing Sebastian didn’t even exist on my radar, and I was prepared for my brother-in-law’s protective hostility. I just didn’t have a choice. For once in my life, I wanted redemption. I wanted to belong somewhere, and I was ready to work for it.
Sebastian was the exception—hard no. I might have screwed up royally, but he wasn’t so damn innocent. He’d hurt me too, and he better not push me. In fact, it was best we avoided each other altogether.
So it didn’t make a lick of sense for me to seek him out to provoke a reaction.
I’m often awkwardly silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex.
There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly.
Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve.
I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.
Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.
I’m a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, cooking, baking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and family, too. But mostly, I just love to write.
Grahame Claire is a USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance.
A writer. A blogger. United by our love of stories and all things romance. There was definitely some insta-love. Hello? Books involved. A little courting. A lot of writing. The result…Grahame Claire.
Soulmates. Unashamed of our multiple book boyfriends. Especially the ones that rooted in our heads and wouldn’t leave us alone. Don’t worry. We’ll share.
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“Don’t stop there,” he said, his voice husky. “I think I’d like to hear your thoughts.”
Aiden pulled me closer. One of my arms rested on his chest, and the other propped me up next to him.
Our faces were inches apart.
“It wasn’t a fully formed thought or anything. More of just a feeling or a vibe. I guess.”
His gaze took in my face and drifted to my lips. “I’ve had a lot of those myself.”
“About me?”
He nodded yes.
“Good ones?”
“Some of them, but others…” He shook his head in mock horror. “They were bad. Very bad thoughts.”
I leaned closer. “How bad?”
He sat up. “So fucking bad.” In one fell swoop, he swept his arms around me and rolled on top of me.
My breath turned ragged.
His expression became serious. “Lauren,” he started, but then stopped.
“I know. It’s complicated.”
“What I feel isn’t.”
“And what’s that?”
He pushed himself between my legs. I felt his hardness against my inner thigh.
A moan escaped my mouth. Fire burned between my legs. “I see.”
“But I respect you, and I don’t—”
I stopped him. “No.”
He froze.
I knew if we talked it over or thought it over, the moment would pass. I couldn’t risk losing this moment. Returning to living for a future that may never come wasn’t an option.
“Lauren?” Aiden searched my face for a clue about what he should do.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to find the right words. “I don’t want to think things over. Can you help me with that?”
He wrapped his arms around me, and I looked up at him.
“I’m the perfect man for the job,” he said and leaned in for a kiss.
Our lips touched. My worried thoughts evaporated. Nothing existed but Aiden and me. I spread my lips, hungry for more. He responded to my invitation without hesitation.
His chest pressed against mine. The heat and hardness of Aiden’s body made me ache for more.
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I’m Tina Gabor, and it’s so much fun getting to write the books I love reading. Gorgeous men and fierce, feisty, and funny women are my jam.
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I set most of my in Southern California and Florida. I grew up in South Florida, and now I live in Southern California with my fiancee and a stray cat we named Fred.
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