Cover Design: Okay Creations
Photo credit: Vellum and Wing
Release Date: July 27, 2017
He stole her lyrics, and then he stole her heart.
Lyric Cassidy is off the tour, lost as to what her next career move will be, and certain that she’ll never love again after Wolf. All because of a social media scandal that left her with no choice but to pack up and face the consequences. When she learns that the fate of her career is in her hands, she has a difficult decision to make. Step back on the tour bus with Wolf and deal with the mess she left behind, or end her contract early and lose her job at Perform Live? Wolf’s shattered heart finds no resolve in giving Lyric a chance to come back on tour. He can never be with her again. Not after she walked away. Conflicted with wants and needs, he struggles to remember who Wolf was before Lyric. That’s what he needs to become again. Maybe then his heart will be safe. Or maybe there’s no hope for the damaged. But with stolen dreams, betrayals, and terrifying threats—no one’s heart is safe. Not even the ones that may be destined to be together.
It’s been two hours since I woke up in Wolf’s bed, confused and nursing a hangover, and Wolf is still dead asleep. I don’t dare wake him. Right now, I’ll take what I can get. If that means being as still as a board so that I can watch him sleep for the rest of the day, then so be it. I’ll watch him forever. He’s usually a restless sleeper, kicking off the covers and reaching for something to hold onto. That something used to be me. Now, he snuggles with his pillow, squishing it so hard the seams just may come undone. One muscular leg hangs over the edge of the couch, and his mouth falls slightly ajar. He’s totally adorable. Impatience breaks me a few minutes later after memorizing every detail of his sleeping form. I rip the covers off me, wondering for the hundredth time how I ended up in his hotel room wearing nothing but my underwear and tank top. I climb out of bed, and my toes land on my pants, which are lying on the floor next to the bed. I frown. Wolf must have removed my clothes. Well, not all of them.
My top and panties haven’t been touched. I tip-toe to the couch and pull the pillow from his grasp, careful not to wake him. When I snuggle up beside him, his familiar skin warms mine. I didn’t even realize I was cold before now. He’s quick to wrap me in his arms like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like we were never apart and this is just another normal morning together. And when I feel him grow thick and hard against my stomach, my heart starts to beat fast. I know I’m fully taking advantage of this moment, but I don’t care. Wolf can yell at me later. It’s worth it. He smells so good, comforting, like warmed oak and melon. Pressing my lips to his chest, I shiver. Just one simple touch and I feel it all. Fear and hope crash like waves inside my rib cage. Fear that he’ll awaken and push me away. Hope that he’ll eventually forgive me. As if Wolf can hear my thoughts, his hold strengthens around me. I’ve always loved the way I feel in his arms. Safe and secure. I’ve missed everything about him so much, but it’s these arms wrapped around me that I’ve been yearning for every lonely night.
“Lyric,” he says in a sleepy, whispered breath.
It’s enough to send my heart into overdrive. My kisses create a trail from his chest to his neck and chin until I’m hovering over his mouth, just breathing. Sometimes I would wake him like this, searching his exposed skin with my mouth, exploring and treasuring the man that continued to surprise me. And then when I reached his lips, they would part for me, just marginally … just as they are doing now. So I take it as my invitation, this time feathering my lips across his, sweeping it with my tongue in a silent plea to let me in. I think I might faint when his mouth parts for me. Our kiss deepens, and then a hand splays across my lower back, crushing my body against his hard one.
I moan into Wolf’s mouth, our energy recharging and sparking the air. His fingers dig into my hip as I snake a leg over him and press down so he’s hard against my entrance, our underwear the only thing between us—well, physically. In reality, there are a million things between us now, but I refuse to acknowledge anything except this. His hands are on my ass. Mine are in his hair. We’re frantic and panting, clawing at each other to taste more of what we’ve been missing. I shift my body again so I’m no longer straddling him, and I slip a hand into the waistband of his briefs. I’m not surprised to find him hard in my grasp.
“Fuck, baby,” he moans, pushing his hips up so I’m fully gripping him.
The fact that he’s responding so eagerly fills me with entirely too much hope. I can’t imagine he’s already forgiven me, but maybe he missed me just as much as I missed him. Right now, nothing else matters. Within seconds, I slide his briefs off and start to stroke him. His lids flutter open, revealing dark, desperate need. There’s also confusion in his eyes, and I worry that he’s going to change his mind. He doesn’t want this—me—at all. When he pulls away and sits up, I want to cry. But then he reaches for me, guiding me onto his lap, legs on either side of him, until I’m just inches away from his throbbing erection. Wolf’s palms rub up and down the top of my thighs as he looks at me darkly beneath hooded lids.
“What the fuck are you doing, Lyric?”
His voice is low and gravely, filled with hurt and desire. Such a dangerous combination. But isn’t that what we’ve always been together? Two dangerous hearts that happened to find solace in each other’s arms? Although his voice questions what’s happening, it doesn’t look like he’s going to do anything to stop it. But I give him time to decide.
“I missed you.” I try softly, my voice breaking with each syllable as I roll my hips and inch up his lap. “And I want you inside me.”
His eyes glide from my legs to the thin, black lace of my panties and linger there for a second before rocking his hips upward slowly. Wolf’s jaw is hard, naturally built to intimidate anyone who crosses his path. While the furious look he’s giving me now should send me running, it does the opposite. I feel myself quiver from the inside out as my abdomen clenches in response. I anticipate him sinking into me and shudder while his finger moves along the edge of my underwear. His careful movements tell me he’s considering his options. Should we, or shouldn’t we? So I beg with a whimper for him to stay with me. I need this. I need him. And I think he needs me too.
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Release Date: May 18, 2017
About the Author
K.K. Allen is an award-winning author and Interdisciplinary Arts and Sciences graduate from the University of Washington who writes heartfelt and inspirational Contemporary Romance stories mainly about "Capturing the Edge of Innocence.” K.K. currently resides in central Florida, works full time as a Digital Producer for a leading online educational institution, and is the mother to a ridiculously handsome little dude who owns her heart. K.K.’s publishing journey began in June 2014 with the YA Contemporary Fantasy trilogy, The Summer Solstice. In 2016, K.K. published her first Contemporary Romance, Up in the Treehouse, which went on to win the Romantic Times 2016 Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best New Adult Book of the Year. With K.K.'s love for inspirational and coming of age stories involving heartfelt narratives and honest emotions, you can be assured to always be surprised by what K.K. releases next.
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