His heart
was turned off…
Until she
turned him on…
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Christopher
Moore gave up on the idea of love years ago. Now, his life is an endless string
of parties and an even longer string of girls. Enjoying the physical perks with
none of the emotional mess, hes convinced everyone that hes satisfied—everyone
but himself.
Samantha
Schultz has moved on with her life. Finishing her student teaching and living
with her boyfriend, shes deluded herself into believing shes content. But there
is one boy she never forgot—her first love—and she keeps the memory of him
locked up tight. She will never allow any man to break her the way Christopher
did.
When
Christopher's sister and her family move into a new neighborhood, Christopher
is completely unprepared to find Samantha living at the end of the street.
Memories and unspent desires send them on collision course of sex, lies, and
lust. But when guilt and fear send Samantha running, Christopher will have to
fight for what has always been his.
And I knew I should run. Flee. Because I’d never been in
greater danger than I was at that moment. His gorgeous face shifted from one
dark expression to the next, his hair untamed, wild, as wild as the green eyes
cutting me through as he jumped from the truck.
“Are you crazy?” I demanded against
the wind, pounding my fist at my side, this man a raging contradiction.
Bitter laughter seeped from him while he glared across at me. “Crazy?”
Five excruciating seconds passed as we stood there, the storm gaining
strength, gaining speed, beating at our senses. Before Christopher broke.
He closed the space in four long strides. Demanding fingers dove into
my hair, pulling me flush against his body.
All defenses evaporated the second his mouth found mine. This wasn’t a sweet kiss. It was rough and angry, his tongue commanding. His
teeth bit and nipped. Those flames licked and jumped, fueling the fire that
years ago he had lit, and my tongue fought back, fighting a war I knew I’d lose.
Frantic, his hands roamed, cupping my neck, sliding down my shoulders
and arms, thumbs flicking across my breasts. My nipples hardened, and a moan
raced up my throat. Christopher groaned and swallowed it down then he gripped
me by the hips.
He slammed my back up against hard, hot metal. Pinned to his truck, I
gasped, his body towering, consuming, devouring me the exact way I knew he
would. His erection strained against his tight, tight jeans, pressing between
my thighs, pressing into my stomach. My body trembled with the idea of setting
him free, the idea of what he’d feel like pulsing
inside of me, taking me right here, in the dark against his truck.
He closed his mouth over my bottom lip, sucking it hard, a direct
tether to my sex that clenched, begging for more.
“Fuck.” The word reverberated like a moan from deep within
his chest, the urgency in his touch finally tugging at my common sense that had
gone numb with the assault of his mouth.
And he felt familiar and right and totally, incredibly wrong, this man
I didn’t even know, because I never really had.
He rocked against me, and all those little pleasured places inside of
me cried out in tortured relief as my spine grated painfully against metal. My
legs tightened their hold on his waist, my hands just as desperate to feel and
remember as my heart. But another part of me
screamed to stop. To remember.
A.L. Jackson is
the New York Times bestselling author of Take This Regret and Lost to You, as
well as other contemporary romance titles, including If Forever Comes, Pulled
and When We Collide, as well as the New Adult Romance Come To Me Quietly due
out January 7, 2014. She first found a love for writing during her days as a young mother and college student. She filled the journals she carried with short stories and poems used as an emotional outlet for the difficulties and joys she found in day-to-day life.
Years later, she shared a short story she’d been working on with her two closest friends and, with their encouragement, this story became her first full length novel. A.L. now spends her days writing in Southern Arizona where she lives with her husband and three children. Her favorite pastime is spending time with the ones she loves.
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