Title: Prevail (Triumph #3)
Author: S.J. McGran
Genre: Contemporary, NA
I am an addict. I’m addicted to drugs, alcohol, and pussy. There has been only one drug that has ever made me feel this high, this invincible, and this… free. It’s a feeling I promised myself I’d never let myself feel again, but that was before she walked into my life.
She’s worth adding another addiction to my list, even at the expense of my heart.
I’m a cold-hearted bitch—at least that’s what I’ve been told over and over again by my ex-fiancé. The truth is I’m just a little scared, a lot lost, and broken beyond repair. I don’t have the option of breaking down though. People are counting on me to help them overcome their own pasts and fears. To save them.
But, when my past threatens to destroy me, and my future threatens to disappear I’m the one that needs to be saved.
Is it possible for one person to ruin you and save you at the same time?
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“Riley.” My voice carries, bouncing off the brick walls. “Riley, stop.” When her pace picks up to a run, I yell louder, my own pace matching hers. “Goddamn it, Riley. Stop.”
She comes to an abrupt halt but doesn’t turn around, doesn’t lift her head. I watch her hands ball into fists the closer I get. I know she wants this—she has to. The chemistry between us is too damn powerful. I, for one, am fucking tired of fighting it. I’m making this girl mine if it’s the last thing I do.
Stepping in front of her I grab her chin between thumb and forefinger. “What are you running from, Kit?”
Her eyes flick up to mine before looking over my shoulder. “Why do you call me that?” Her voice comes out shaky, I can’t tell if it’s fear or desire that’s got hold of her nerves.
Taking two more steps, I invade her space backing her into the brick wall. Placing my hands on the wall I cage her in, forcing her attention. “Because when you get pissed at me you snarl in the most adorable way, like a sweet kitten trying so hard to be ferocious.” Lowering my voice just slightly I continue, “But, just like that little kitten you’re too damn cute to be scary.”
Her sweet lavender scent hits me as she turns her head away from me, her hair brushing against my face. I drop my hands from the wall to grab her hips, I hold her like that for a few seconds, loving the way she feels in my arms. Unable to resist touching her more, teasing her more I slide my palms up her sides, just barely brushing the sides of her breasts. Pressing in even closer I make sure she can feel my erection pressing into her stomach. “I call you, Kit because you purr every time I touch you, baby.” My mouth dips down to take her ear between my teeth—I alternate between sucking and nibbling until I feel her small body let go of the tension she’s been trying so hard to fight and she melts against me. Then that sweet, sweet sound moves past her lips. “That sound. Damn Riley do you even know what that sound does to me?”
Apparently done with her shy girl act, done with the girl that’s afraid of this, she looks up at me and in a raspy, sexy as hell voice asks, “What does it do to you, Rico?”
About the Author:
One day I woke up and realized there were people living inside of me. Their words were too potent to ignore. So I started writing them. I started telling their stories. And, now I’m too addicted to stop.
When I’m not writing and talking to imaginary people I’m probably curled up on my couch with my husband, and one of our fur-babies—not both because you see my puppy and my cat aren’t quite sure if they like each other yet.
My other obsessions include reading smutty romance, the Detroit Tigers, ice cream, pizza, coffee, and craft beer.
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