Author: J. Saman
Series: The Edge #2
Release date: March 19, 2019
(Sub)genres: Contemporary Romance
Buy: Amazon US ~ Amazon UK
Weston Kincaid was my first…everything.
My brother’s best friend should have come with a warning label. The man was a cautionary tale and we were the ill-fated cliché. The star quarterback to my loner art geek. But I didn’t listen. Not to the warnings. Not to my instincts. I fell, and I fell hard.
Then he was gone. In the blink of an eye, I went from loving him to hating him.
A decade and a lifetime later, he’s back. Only instead of being the star jock, he’s now a surgeon. A sexy, irresistible surgeon who happens to save my best friend’s life. And as if all that isn’t bad enough, he has it in his gorgeous, arrogant head that we should pick up where we left off.
Little does he know, I’m not the same girl he left behind.
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Twisting back in the other direction, I start, my arms dropping to my chest as a small frightened gasp escapes my lips. Someone is standing in the doorway, leaning against the metal frame watching me. Our eyes lock. My breath catches in my chest. Because there is no possible way I’m seeing who I think I’m seeing.
My eyes blink. Focus. Then blink again.
No. Just no.
My lungs burn from lack of oxygen. My cheeks heat and my stomach flutters with nervous butterflies as I squint, trying to confirm what my body seems to already know. What my body remembers.
“No way,” I whisper aloud.
A slow easy smile curls up the corners of his mouth, his pale green eyes turning from incredulous to astounded to possibly amused. We stare at each other for a moment, unable to drag our eyes away. He tilts his head to the side, his smile turning lopsided as some of his hair flops over his forehead. My heart. Holy crap, it’s out of control. I forgot how gorgeous he is. How devastating that smile is.
Visions of the last time I saw him flash unbidden into my brain. I can’t stop them, and the faster the images come, the hotter my face and body grow.
His face above mine. Our naked bodies pressed together, limbs intertwined. The sounds he made as he came inside of me. The way I stared into him as I came. Holy shit. I cannot believe this moment. And hell, there are so many more moments than our last. I want to revel in them. Sit in a bath with a glass of wine and relive each one, one at a time like I’m stealing back that what has been taken from me.
Ever so slowly, he stalks across the room in my direction with a purpose I cannot ignore.
And then I realize where I am. And then I realize what he’s wearing. Scrubs.
I blink again. Admiring his chest and then his legs and then his shoes and then back up to his face. Because suddenly he’s standing before me, so goddamn tall and beautiful as he says, “Aria Davenport.”
What are the freaking odds? Ten years and a lifetime in between and now here I am. Staring up into the eyes of the man who was my first… everything. The man who shattered my adolescent, love-sick heart into pieces when he left.
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