With: Sherilee Gray
I’m totally evil, I love nothing more than reading about fictional couples who have been brutally torn apart. See? Pure evil!
But hang on, before you brandish the pitchforks, let me explain. I have good reason for this twisted way of thinking. For me, it makes watching our broken couple find their way back to each other that much more delicious. That’s why I love second chance romances so much. All that history. Good and bad. Whatever tore them apart in the first place has of course never been resolved, so when we finally get them back together in the same room. BOOM! All that tension, all that heat is still there, just simmering away under the surface, ready to erupt at any moment. They don’t have to wonder, they know how good they are together. They know what they’re missing out on.
I want those gut punches. I want to feel the knife twist when those old hurts are brought to light. I want to ache for them. Give me a glimpse, a flashback to that time, show me what they lost, and I’m like a pig in mud (or a writer with a never-ending supply of chocolate!). The hero and heroine in my new release, CRASHED, have a past full of hurt, betrayal, secrets, and a whole lot of angst. And I knew I had to include a glimpse of a time when things weren’t quite so complicated between them.
Here’s a sneak peek of Deacon and Alex’s very first kiss…
When she’d turned eighteen and was old enough to leave the foster-care system, Jacob West had invited her to move in with them. She’d been living there a few months when Deke had come home for the summer. She’d been secretly dreading it. Watching him make out with his girlfriend hadn’t been one of her favorite pastimes. But when he’d arrived, he’d been alone. He and Emily had broken up. She’d had no idea what had happened between them, and she hadn’t cared. All she’d cared about was that she had him back. It’d been like old times.
She’d been so happy that summer.
Then one night, when she’d gone to grab a drink, she’d found Deke in the kitchen.
For the first time in her life, he didn’t look at her like his sisters’ best friend. There’d been a whole lot of heat in that intense stare and—she’d convinced herself—so much more.
The memory came rushing back unbidden.
“Shit, Alex. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you?”
Her heart hammered behind her ribs. “You have?”
He grabbed her hips and pulled her in flush against him, brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. “I need to know what you taste like.” His fingers flexed on her waist, and she could feel his erection against her stomach. “Can I?”
He’d kissed her. It’d been long and sweet and full of desperate need, and then without a word he’d taken her hand and led her to his room.
She swore never to trust him again...
Fiery mechanic Alexandra Franco should have known better. Years ago, her best friends' older brother took her virginity and broke her heart - or rather, doused it with gasoline, lit a match, and then walked away. And Alex definitely should not have indulged in another hot night with him after the fact. He's not the same boy she fell for, and she sure as hell doesn't want anything to do with the wealthy, ruthless man he's become.
Walking away from Alex was the biggest mistake of Deacon West's life. She belongs with him, and if getting her back means playing dirty, so be it. If she'll grant him a three-month, no-strings affair, he won't sell the building Alex and his sisters use for their auto repair business. Hell, he'll even sign it over to them. But will Alex ever entrust her heart to him again, or are they destined to crash and burn?