Damian Tate. One look into
his sad green eyes and I was hooked. I wanted to be the one to make him laugh, to make him smile. I hadn’t expected him to be the one to
make me blush, to make me hot…to make me fall in love. He was my first kiss, my first love, my first everything. I wanted forever with him, but
life got in the way.
He enlisted, I went to college, and for years we were never in the same place long enough to pick up where we
Thirteen years after he left, tragedy brings him home. The stoic boy I fell in love with grew into a quiet, dangerous and
wildly sexy man. He still tugs on all the right strings for me, but he seems determined to keep me at arm’s-length.
trouble comes knocking at my door, he is the one to put himself between that trouble and me.
Spending time with him might
drive me insane, or it might be our second chance at first love.
crowd for Damian, a hand wrapped around mine…one with cuts and blood on the knuckles. It was Damian and he looked pissed.
“What the fuck are you
My heart hurt seeing
his face—a cut near his left eye, blood smeared down his cheek and a blooming bruise on his jaw. “I heard you and Cam talking. I was curious.”
He had been walking
me toward the exit but those words stopped him. His feet sort of rooted themselves to the concrete floor as his head turned in my direction.
“So you walked here alone?”
“It wasn’t far.”
That wasn’t the right
answer apparently because he hissed between his teeth. It wasn’t an actual word, just a release of frustration.
He started toward the
exit again. “What are you fighting when you are out there?”
We had just reached
the stairs when he pulled me behind them and pressed me up against the wall. “Come again?”
“When you fight, what
are you fighting?”
“Not who am I
“No, your opponent
isn’t what you’re fighting.”
He leaned in and
lowered his head to look me right in the eyes. “How do you know that?”
I gently wiped the
blood from his face. “I know you.”
He had the strangest
reaction to that. He closed his eyes, like he was in pain, and lowered his forehead to my shoulder. “This can’t happen.”
Those words caused a
chill to move right down my spine. He was wrong. It totally could and should happen. “Why not?”
He lifted his head and
for the first time I saw so much more in those eyes. “Cam is a good friend and your parents are like my own.”
His lips brushed along
my jaw and I had to lock my knees to keep from sliding down the wall. “And if I did to you all the things I wanted, I couldn’t sit at their table
without them knowing that I claimed every part of you.”
several books including: Beautifully Damaged, Beautifully Forgotten, Beautifully Decadent, His Light in the Dark and A Glimpse of the Dream.
She’s also the social secretary for her two children, a tamer of ill-mannered cats, the companion to one awesome dog and married to her best
friend. She likes her wine red, her shrimp chilled and her social gatherings small and intimate.