Starla Kimbrell might be on the worst date of her life, but she didn’t expect to find herself walking home alone on a dark dirt road after her latest mistake leaves her in a cloud of dust. Luckily, salvation comes in the form of Jared Stanton—single dad of two, sexy cowboy, blue eyes like whoa. If she isn’t careful, she might just let him become the latest in her string of amorous disasters.

Jared doesn’t consider himself on the market. His first love left his heart in pieces that even a marriage to someone else couldn’t salvage, and now that he’s divorced and focusing on his twin daughters, he isn’t looking to put another woman in the shadow of the one who crushed him. Still, the stranded tattoo artist intrigues him, while her unstable ex-boyfriend makes him worry for her safety. Is the guy just a mouthy jerk, or is Starla in real danger?

Starla quickly learns that not everyone in her life is thrilled with her new interest in Jared. Their cautious courtship is rocked when tragedy strikes and the world as she and her coworkers know it is shattered. Faced with a situation she can’t handle, she turns to the only man who has ever made her feel truly safe, even as she learns that Jared’s protective instincts might be destructive enough in their own way to rip them apart for good.

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5 stars from Slick Reads at Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews: “With each book she proves over and over again what an amazing artist she is and Watch Me Fall was simply perfection…AGAIN.”

5 stars from Shelee at Book Reader Chronicles: “So well-written and such a fabulous romance. I highly recommend this entire series. And I want more, more, more from Cherrie right now!”

Excerpt

Copyright 2015 by Cherrie Lynn

All rights reserved

Jared parked his truck and sat staring at the building in front of him, leaving the engine idling. He wasn’t sure if he was staying. It was dark, and business in the tattoo shop looked to be in full swing. He could walk in and talk to Starla, but Ghost was in there—his black GTO sat parked a few spaces down. Jared would much rather catch her as she was leaving for the night, when maybe there would be less chance of coming face-to-face with Macy’s new love.

Not so new anymore. What had it been, nearly two years now? How long was that going to last, anyway? Did he plan to marry her or—

Jared slapped the thought aside. He’d heard from Macy’s parents a while back that she had given up her apartment and moved in with Ghost. Looked like both of them were in for the long haul. End of.

Sighing, he jerked the gearshift into Reverse. He’d handle this later. But just as he was about to turn his head to ease his truck back out of the parking space, the building’s side door popped open and a blonde stepped out. There was no mistaking that platinum hair; it was definitely Starla. He put the truck back in Park and reached for the door handle, but something stopped him before he could open the door.

A small flame flared in front of her shadowed face, illuminating soft features in an orange glow. He didn’t especially like the fact that she smoked, but it wasn’t a deal breaker. Shelly had smoked when they met, though she gave it up when she got pregnant with the girls.

Bending her knee, Starla propped one boot back against the wall behind her and tilted her head back. She remained like that for a minute or so, smoking and staring up at the stars. If he didn’t make a move soon, she was going to go back in, and if he caught her, he was going to have to explain why he’d been sitting for so long, staring at her like a weirdo.

He couldn’t explain that when he really didn’t know himself. No denying there was something captivating about her, but he did have good reason to see her tonight. Grabbing that good reason from his passenger seat, he popped open his door and stepped down from his truck.

Immediately, she spied him, flicked her cigarette butt down, and ground it out with the toe of her boot. The movement was a little too quick, a little too frantic. For a second, he entertained the probably ridiculous notion that she was embarrassed by having been caught smoking. In response, he gave her his best “I don’t give a shit” grin, keeping the item clutched in his right hand slightly hidden behind his back.

“Hey, you,” she said, moving forward to meet him halfway between his truck and the building. Even in the shadows, he could see the consternation written plainly across her anything-but-plain features. “Damn sure wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

“Why not?” he teased. He knew good and well why he wouldn’t ordinarily be here. The guy inside, for one.

Starla scoffed and glanced back through the brightly lit windows. Inside, Ghost was laughing wildly about something. Must be nice to laugh like that. Jared couldn’t remember the last time he’d had the pleasure. “How long have you been out here so you wouldn’t have to go inside?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

He shrugged. “Not long.” And since this had become far more awkward and painful than he had even imagined it could, he presented her with the item he’d brought her. Her purse, black leather adorned with silver skulls. “Present for you.”

Starla’s eyes widened, and she sprang forward to snatch it from his hand. “You got it? How did you—” Words seemed to fail her as she jerked it open and riffled through the contents before giving up and gazing at him in mute astonishment.

“Told you, I knew where Max was going, and I saw what he was driving before I picked you up. It was nothing to walk over and get it while no one was looking. No reason for you to be without it, right?”

He’d expected her gratitude, but he hadn’t expected her to pitch herself into his arms. Just like that. One minute standing a few feet away, the next pressed firmly against his body, her arms tight around his neck, her scent filling his head. Peaches and cream. Hair like colorful silk against his cheek. It wasn’t a friendly thank-you hug. More like something…desperate?

Ah hell, he was reading too much into it. It had been so long since he’d been with a woman that his poor sex-starved brain was twisting her gesture into way more than it was, and other sex-starved parts of his anatomy were stirring when they shouldn’t be.

Gently, he returned her embrace just enough not to leave her hanging. She gripped him a moment longer, then stepped back with a sniffle.

Jesus, was she crying?

The shadows hid any evidence of tears from his scrutiny, but they couldn’t hide her vulnerability as she looked down and a long swatch of silvery hair streaked with cotton-candy pink fell over one eye. He wondered at the color of those eyes, but he thought they were dark. If he could ever see her in the full light…

“This is like the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

All his thoughts came to a staggering halt. She couldn’t mean that. “Come on,” he began, but she shook her head.

“Someone I don’t know, at least. Even among people I do know, it’s up there.”

He hadn’t done this to hear words like that. They sliced through his heart like a hot knife through butter. He’d only wanted to do the right thing by her. Doing the right thing, though, had only gotten him fuck-all for most of his life. To have it actually appreciated was something of an anomaly for him.

Her eyes flickered back up to his, and the breath whooshed out of him. He’d been thrown from horses, bulls, various farm equipment. None of those jarring impacts with the hard ground had knocked the air from his lungs like the look in this girl’s eyes right then.

Almost as soon as he’d noticed it, it was gone.

“Sorry,” she said casually, shoving her hair back from her face. “It’s been a hard night.”

Jared was aware of the futility of his question before he asked it. “Anything I can do to help?”

“No. But I’d like to do something for you. To thank you for this.” Starla shouldered the strap of her purse.

He waved a hand. “That’s not necessary. Was everything still there?”

“Seemed to be. He probably never even noticed it on the floor. And are you sure? I could maybe make you dinner sometime.”

Surprise lifted his brows, and he couldn’t help but grin. “You cook?”

Starla propped her hands on her hips in mock indignation. “I’ll have you know I’m an excellent cook. I’m a regular Rachael fucking Ray. I just rarely have an opportunity to demonstrate my mad culinary skills.”

“After hearing that, how can I say no? Name a time and place.”

“It’ll have to be your place, unless you’d like hanging out with my roommate and her deadbeat brother all night. Which you wouldn’t, I assure you, and I damn sure won’t cook for them. My next night off is Sunday.”

“That’s fine. I’ll have my girls this weekend, though. Can you handle it?”

“I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to kids, but I can wing it.”

Jared chuckled, wondering what Ashley’s and Mia’s reactions would be to Starla in all her pierced, tattooed, multicolored hair glory. He honestly had no clue. They were almost eight now, totally unpredictable in their likes and dislikes and almost completely opposite. Amazing to think the two had shared a womb. Whichever one warmed to Starla first, the other would probably recoil. Such would surely be the case with any woman he brought home to meet them.

It hadn’t been the case with Macy, though, when she’d given the girls horse riding lessons before Ghost came along. Both of them had adored her. He’d taken it as a sign from above that he and Macy were still meant to be. But that bubble had burst right before his very eyes, hadn’t it?

The side door flew open, and the reason for that bursting bubble stuck his shaved head out. “What are you doing, smoking the whole pack? Get the fu—” The amusement in Ghost’s voice died out as he saw exactly who his coworker was talking to. Jared had to give it to the guy, though. He held Jared’s gaze steadily, then tipped his chin up in a wordless, nonchalant greeting.

Starla glanced nervously between them, then turned to Jared. “I really should get back inside. Thank you so much for this.” She indicated her recovered purse. “And Sunday night, what, seven-ish?”

“At the earliest. We have church, but it should be over by then.”

“Church. Right. Where exactly do you live?”

She already mostly knew. “One driveway down from your party pad. On the left.”

“Ah. Got it. I’ll be there bearing groceries. You won’t regret it.” She tossed him a grin over her shoulder as she turned away, a sexy sashay in her walk as she moved toward the door where Ghost had just disappeared back inside.

Jared wasn’t too sure about her final words, but he was curious enough to find out.

Excerpt 2

Copyright 2015 by Cherrie Lynn

All rights reserved

The whole stormy night was ahead of them. Just the two of them. She could take this opportunity, or she could watch it slip through her fingers out of stubbornness or fear. All at once, she realized her hands were trembling. The first fat splats of rain hit the windshield. Scooting across the seat to be by his side, she put one of those trembling hands lightly on his denim-clad thigh. Feeling the muscle strong and firm under her fingers, imagining touching the skin underneath the fabric. He looked at her, his eyes piercing and intense even in the darkness. Those eyes caught her, pulled her in, drowned her.

“I want you,” she said softly.

His breath caught. He had to look back at the road in front of him, but he slid an arm around her shoulders and hugged her close to his side. The entire world held its breath while she waited for him to say something, to do something, to stop the truck and take her right here on this lonely road if he had to. She could crawl on top of him. It would be so easy.

“You’ve had a lot to drink,” he said.

Her heart dropped to her stomach. “Don’t tell me that,” she said. “Don’t tell me I’ve ruined this, that something else is my fault—”

He put the brakes on. Stopped the truck right in the middle of the dirt road and threw it into Park. Looked at her so intensely, she wondered how her soul would survive being pierced so deeply. “You haven’t ruined anything. When it happens for us, Starla, you’re going to remember it for the rest of your life.”

Oh. Oh God.

The lightning slicing overhead had nothing on that which flickered through her body at his words. The thunder had nothing on her beating heart.

“When it happens for us…”

When. Not if.

He kissed her, not the teasing exploration from last night, not a promise—promises could be broken. It was an assurance as definite as the sun rising tomorrow that he would make good on his words. Deep, thorough, his tongue meeting hers, sliding, causing her to whimper in her throat as his hands framed her face, his fingers sinking into her hair. No one to interrupt them now. Everything about him invaded her—the spice of his mouth, the rasp of his beard against her tender flesh, the sound of his shuddering breath. He smelled like heaven. She couldn’t describe the scent, but already she craved it like air. Her nipples hardened, tightening around her piercings, the tiny weights only accentuating their sensitivity. She throbbed. All over.

But his hands never strayed from her face. They didn’t stroke and soothe all the inflamed areas craving his touch. His mouth broke from hers, both of them panting raggedly, inhaling each other’s breath as they tried to get a grip and thunder growled overhead. His hands hadn’t strayed, no, but somehow she felt the effort it was costing him to leave them where they were, cradling her face as if it was precious to him.

It didn’t seem right. Less than twenty minutes ago, she’d broken down in front of him over another man. And he wanted her anyway. He’d admitted to the ruination of his marriage because of another woman. She wanted him anyway. Maybe they weren’t right for each other. Maybe they would tear each other to pieces before it was over. Having him just once, feeling this all the way to completion, would be worth the danger to her heart. She knew it somehow.

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