He waited for a couple more beats, pressing his mouth into a thin, hard line.
βTake care of yourself, Jessica.β He shut the door, and I listened to his
footsteps going farther away. I sank down, staring off into nothing.
He was gone, just like that. He was a hairsbreadth away from being all mine,
something I had wanted for months, and I just let him walk out my door.
I didnβt call my friends or my sister. When my stomach growled, I didnβt get up
to make myself something to eat. My phone rang later, but I didnβt answer.
When I had gotten the news in the hospital that both our parents didnβt survive
the car accident, my grief was overwhelming, making my body grow cold. I was a
shivering mess. No amount of blankets, hot tea, or even whiskey would help. The
booze just made me drowsy and Iβd go to sleep. Later on, as the news sank in, I
was so enraged at the other driverβs senseless and cruel actions, I actually
broke out in a fever, making myself sick with fury.
It had been different for Samantha. She went completely numb, residing in this
weightless fog, a kind of purgatory. I never admitted this, but I had envied her
reaction and how her body and brain had protected her from the horrors of death
and despair. I would have given my eyeteeth, an organ, to not be able to feel,
to reside in the numb. When I had gotten the news, a cold settled into my bones
right alongside a scalding, white-hot conflagration.
As I sat there, with the room growing darker, I realized it was different this
time. There were no extremes of anything. No cold or hot. Max walked out of my
house, telling me he and Piper were as good as gone and, for the life of me, I
couldnβt wrap my mind around that idea.
Somehow, this was worse, because this time, I had lost the promise of a family
of my own. And the more that reality sank in, the sicker I felt. I ended up
leaving the chair just to lie down flat on my wood floor, needing to be on the
ground. I was desperate to realign my center of gravity because I still felt
like I was free-falling into nothingness.
I knew I could stop the fall by walking down the street to Maxβs house and
convincing him he was the man for me. My brain was screaming at the rest of my
body to move, to fight for him, especially after he had finally opened himself
up to me.
Instead, I eventually peeled myself off the floor and tucked myself into bed. I
didnβt go over to his home that night or the next day.
Sometimes the best thing a good girl can do is make a bad decision.
Jessica has always been the girl with her head in the clouds and her nose in a
book, only dating the βnice guysβ. But when rough-around-the-edges
Viking-biker-god, Mad Max, and his precocious little girl move onto her street,
Jessica falls hard and fast for both of them.
Max is no stranger to women wanting to share his bed-and he's always been more
than happy to oblige them all. He's lived wild all his life-that is, until a
daughter shows up on his doorstep and he meets a redheaded angel down the block.
There's nothing more he wants than to claim Jessica as his, to bring the
gorgeous spitfire to his bed. But a man like him doesn't get a happy ending with
a woman like her. He's got a whole other life, one he's kept secret for good
reason.
If Jessica found out what he really is, there's no way she could love him. He
should keep his hands to himself. But he's Mad Max-he's never done the right
thing, and he's not going to start now.
Warning: Contains a dominating alpha male who's a lot more than he seems, and
a good girl with a swirl of flavors under her vanilla.
Romance Erotica
Sensual [Samhain, On Sale: January 17, 2017,
e-Book, ISBN: 9781619234598 / eISBN: 9781619234598]
A woman with the heart of a revolutionary, The mind of a
pragmatist, And the inappropriate humor of your tipsy BFF...
Born in
California and raised in South Florida, Harper Kincaid has moved around like a
gypsy with a bounty on her head ever since. Along the way, she has worked as a
community organizer, an art teacher, a popular blogger, and a crisis counselor
(to name a few). All the while, longing to have the guts and follow-through to
do what she really wanted: to write and become a published author. That wish has
finally come true and she's tickled hot pink. When not writing, she adores
listening to indie, lo-fi, complaint rock played on vinyl, the theater,
well-informed optimism, happy endings (both kinds), and making those close to
her laugh 'til they snort. She is a self-admitted change junkie, loving new
experiences and places, but have now happily settled in the cutest lil' town,
Vienna, Virginia.
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