26-year old Gabriel Vincent is a badass hero. Or he used to
be, anyway. As an ex-Army Ranger, Gabe never thought he needed anyone. But
after one horrible night in Afghanistan scars him in a way that he can't get
past, he needs someone who can help him heal...even if he doesn't realize it.
25-year old Madison Hill doesn't need anybody...or so she thinks. She grew up watching her parents' messed-up abusive relationship and she knows there's no way in hell that she's ever letting that happen to her.
They don't know it in the beginning, but Gabriel and Madison will soon develop a weakness: Each other.
But Gabriel's got a secret, a hidden monster that he's afraid Maddy could never overcome... And Maddy's got issues that she's afraid Gabe will never understand. They quickly realize that they need each other to be whole, but at the same time they know that they've got demons to fight.
And the problem with demons is that they never die quietly.
25-year old Madison Hill doesn't need anybody...or so she thinks. She grew up watching her parents' messed-up abusive relationship and she knows there's no way in hell that she's ever letting that happen to her.
They don't know it in the beginning, but Gabriel and Madison will soon develop a weakness: Each other.
But Gabriel's got a secret, a hidden monster that he's afraid Maddy could never overcome... And Maddy's got issues that she's afraid Gabe will never understand. They quickly realize that they need each other to be whole, but at the same time they know that they've got demons to fight.
And the problem with demons is that they never die quietly.
It’s chilly outside, but he’s not
wearing a jacket, only a snug black t-shirt and a pair of perfectly fitting
jeans. There isn’t a trace of fat on him.
He’s lean and muscled, with short darkish hair. From the side, his features are chiseled and
from what I can tell, he’s got just the barest hint of stubble along his strong
jaw. That’s an instant turn on for me.
It seems so rugged.
And this guy… he definitely seems
rugged. Everything about him screams
strength and power. That’s an instant
turn on for me, too. I decide that this
is what intrigues me. He’s like power
personified. He holds himself with
purpose.
As I watch, he lights up a cigarette
and takes a drag, releasing the smoke out slowly into the night. His lips are full and masculine and he’s got
a cleft in his chin. He’s undeniably
sexy. Normally, I would stay far away
from someone like him, someone sinfully sexy but so… forceful. A guy like that is trouble. That’s for sure.
But I didn’t come to the club tonight
to run away.
I came here to hook up. To blow off my responsibilities and be
reckless for a night. To act my
age. To be someone I’m not.
I eye the guy again.
Normally, I would run away from him.
But maybe…just tonight…I won’t.
I don’t have to be me tonight. I can be anyone I want to be because he’ll
never see me again.
Just
for tonight.
I hesitate, trying to decide what to
do.
Then, almost as though my feet have a mind of
their own, I take a step toward him. And
then another.
Courtney Cole is a novelist who would eat mythology for
breakfast if she could. She has a degree in Business, but has since discovered
that corporate America is not nearly as fun to live in as fictional worlds. She
loves chocolate and roller coasters and hates waiting and rude people.
Courtney lives in quiet suburbia, close to Lake Michigan,
with her real-life Prince Charming, her ornery kids (there is a small chance
that they get their orneriness from their mother) and a small domestic zoo.
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