INK & IRON: OBSESSION
He could have it all… but all he wants is her.
Ink & Iron, Book 1
During his soaring career as the lead singer of indie-rock
band Ink & Iron, Cole Kennrick has been through it all: sex, drugs, and
rock and roll. Overindulging until he lost what mattered most.
Now he’s pulled his life together and left his addictions
behind, except for one: his ex-wife, Janie. If only he can convince her their
love was—still is—the real thing.
In the seven years since their divorce, Janie has kept tabs
on the only man she’s ever truly loved. The one she had to leave in order to
save herself. Still, dark and often kinky desires they explored together linger
in her dreams and fantasies.
Janie has seen up close and way-too-personal that rock stars
are bad, bad medicine. But when Cole shows up at her yoga studio, clean and
sober, his leather-and-motorcycles scent teasing her senses, it’s way too
tempting to slip right back into the one place she swore she’d never risk
again—his arms.
EXCERPT: R-rated -(reference to power play)
Squirming, she pushed away from him, fighting down the
emotion that wanted to overwhelm her.
“I can’t go there, Cole. I don’t want to talk about my fears
with you. Or being your girl. Or my fucking hair, for God’s sake! This
is…ridiculous. Impossible.”
But the sheer masculine beauty of his face—a face thousands
of women would have killed to be close to—and the sincerity of his tone were
getting to her. That, and the pure chemistry that still sizzled and snapped in
the air between them like static electricity before a storm.
The past was the past. Wasn’t it? How was it possible that
she still responded to him like this? She couldn’t seem to think straight.
“Have dinner with me tonight. We can talk.”
Her mind spun with images of them together in the darkness,
with nothing but the light of the moon shining on their naked bodies through
the windows of their old house in Venice Beach… Those images drove the other
ones away, and she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or if it was bad, but
this certainly felt better. “Tonight?” she asked uncertainly.
“Seven o’clock. I’ll pick you up wherever you tell me to.
Here. Your home.” An air of command in his voice even while he was giving her
options. How did he do that?
“I didn’t say I was going.”
He smiled, a devastating flash of strong white teeth. “You
didn’t say you weren’t.”
“Damn it, Cole,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her
chest. She wanted to say no, but oh, the storm was coming.
He let out a low chuckle. “Still have to be a little mouthy
before you give in. But you know I’ve always liked that about you.”
Oh, they were so not getting into the whole power exchange
thing. She’d be lost.
“I can still say no.”
He only smiled, making her want him to kiss her again. And
again. And damn it, he had her. For dinner, anyway.
She shook her head. “Okay. Okay. But I’ll meet you. Just
tell me where.”
“Come on, Janie girl. You know I’m more of a gentleman than
that. There is no way I’m not picking you up.”
She blew out a breath, dropped her arms and turned to grab a
pen and a green sticky note from her teak desk. “This is my address.”
He glanced at the note. “Los Feliz. Cool, funky
neighborhood. You close to Griffith Park?”
“Yes.”
“Nice.”
She raised her chin a few notches. “Yes. It is.”
He leaned in until she could feel his breath warm on her
cheek, his voice low. “I understand you being defensive, finding it hard to
trust even having a simple conversation with me. I get it, baby. But just for
tonight, for what we had between us once, I need you to find a way to let me
in. A little, at least.”
She nodded, unable to speak, his scent going through her
like a live wire.
It had always been like this. He’d always had this effect on
her—rendering her speechless simply by standing close to her. His touch was
absolutely devastating. And his scent… God, no man had a right to smell that
good.
Another shiver ran through her as she breathed him in. She
would see him. She would be open to talking. But she would not let him make her
head spin like the teenager who had fallen so hopelessly in love with him.
That’s a lie. You’ve never been able to resist him.
She wished it weren’t true. But that was the main reason
she’d never faced him once the divorce papers were signed. Because she knew if
she spent ten minutes alone with him—even after the drug and alcohol abuse,
even after the nights she’d spent alone wondering where the hell he was, having
him come home staggering at six in the morning—turning away from him would be
impossible. She wasn’t sure she could do it again.
She was an idiot.
She nodded. “Seven o’clock.”
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