To celebrate Pieces of Me for all its facets, but mostly because it is NOW AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER, I am sharing a never-before-seen exclusive excerpt with you.
Pieces of Me is, by far, the sexiest, sassiest, deeply emotional story I've written to date.
A story about starting fresh, letting go, and risking it all for love…
For Hannah, Mercy Island is a refuge, a new beginning, and a place to settle in the hopes of finding safety in her own skin. This peaceful beachside town is where she intends to rediscover all those pieces of herself her abusive ex thieved away.
Bear, on the other hand, has lived on Mercy Island all his life, but he can’t wait to see the back of it. He’s heading to the big-smoke to escape the painful memories he has of this town.
When Hannah's home is damaged by an ugly storm, Bear, a handyman in more ways than one, champions himself to repair it. Their attraction is undeniable. Hannah isn’t ready for another relationship though, and Bear will soon be leaving. But the unquenchable sexual tension between them refuses to be ignored, and a no-strings-attached one-night-stand deal is made. No emotions. Just sex. That way no one will get hurt.
Fools to believe no-strings-attached could ever work, especially when their emotions prove to run much deeper than physical attraction.
Can Bear forgo all his plans and stay in Mercy Island for a chance at a relationship with Hannah? And will Hannah be able to leave the past behind and risk her heart for something as unpredictable as love?
I fell into Hannah’s embrace and wrapped my arms around her. She felt so damn good, her warmth, and the way her hand drifted up and down my back. I nestled my nose in the curve of her neck and breathed in her sweet-almond scent. She had this ability to make everything pale in significance, especially when her body was against mine. She was my ocean on land.
An ache started in my chest. Desire, bubbling and tensing in my body, spread to my limbs. The yearning found me lower.
No more waiting. I wanted her so bad my knees shook.
‘I need you,’ I whispered into her ear before I could stop myself.
Her next breath rasped. She unwrapped herself from my arms and stared up at me.
Was I willing to risk rushing her, our friendship, my heart? Leaving be damned. I knew on a biological level I couldn’t miss this chance to be with Hannah in this way.
She was so sexy. Compassionate. Funny as hell when she let her guard down. Yes, she’d been through a traumatic ordeal with her ex. But I’d treat her well. I’d show her that she deserved to be treated like a princess.
And then I’d leave her.
That was the one thing gnawing at my conscience. The one thing I couldn’t reconcile in my mind. Physically, I wanted her so much. But I also couldn’t leave her dangling.
But what if Hannah is okay with a short-term arrangement?
There. I thought it.
What if Hannah was okay with a short-term arrangement? She wrote it on her bucket list that she wanted a one-night stand. Why couldn’t I be that one-night stand? Maybe one night would be enough to get it out of my system. We get down and dirty for a single night and then things might calm down between us. This panging in my chest and further down would cease, or at the very least, lessen.
Hell, while we were at it, we could go for it in a public space, strike two off her list at the one time. And if she was going to do it anyway, I’d rather it be with me. I thought of Graeme. Yes. I’d definitely rather it be with me. At least I’d make her come.
I met her blue gaze and grinned sheepishly. I took a deep breath. Screw it. I was just going to say it. Get it out there. If she wasn’t okay with it then we’d move on. Hopefully. ‘I was thinking about your bucket list.’
Her eyes narrowed. ‘Oh.’
I cleared my throat, trying to loosen up the nervous tension there. ‘Yeah. I was thinking about a couple of the points I read.’
Her cheeks flamed. But she nodded.
To hell with it. It was now or never. ‘I want you. I want to be your one-night stand. We can’t have a relationship. That’s clear. Not with me leaving. That’s if you’d even want one with me. I mean, you said you’re not ready anyway and I totally understand that. Completely. So if you want to have a one-night stand, I want you to have it with me. No strings. Just to ease some of this—‘I shook my hands, ‘—tension.’
Her eyes were wide by the time I’d finished, but the rest of her face was giving nothing away. Oh god, that was too much truth right there. I felt like an idiot. I’d got it wrong. I’d read all of this … wrong.
‘I … um.’
‘It doesn’t have to be weird. It can happen naturally. We don’t have to force it. Just when the time’s right, we can—’ I peered at those lush lips, those big, beautiful breasts, her hips, ‘—check that item off your list.’
Her chest was rising and falling sharply and I was getting hard just thinking about touching her, pushing deep inside her.
‘Give me time to think about it?’ Her words were breathy. Weak.
I nodded as I ran a tongue over my bottom lip. ‘Sure. Of course.’
She looked away, headed back to the table and joined the others.
Oh my fucking God. Did that just happen?
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