From the award-winning author of the Rock Star Romance books comes a sizzling new series about the O’Donnell siblings. The pull of wild love is irresistible.
She’s had enough drama in her life.
Nicole O’Donnell is more than ready for the fresh start college offers. After a lifetime of trying to help her alcoholic mom and ex-boyfriend get sober, she’s finally learned her lesson: people don’t change. They certainly don’t change for her.
He can never leave his drama behind.
Thanks to his mom’s substance abuse issues, Dylan McCaffrey’s persona non grata in his hometown of Gun Powder, Colorado. So when he scores a free ride to the top university in the country, he’s determined to make something of this fresh start. But his mom has always relied on him, and she’s not handling his absence well at all. If he can just keep up his grades, pay her bills, and come home every break, he might be able to pull off this opportunity.
True love won’t be denied.
No matter how determined they are to steer clear of each other, their combustible connection explodes, especially when Nicole offers Dylan the one thing he can’t bear—hope. Once he has a taste of it—and the irresistible force of her—there’s no going back.
But when he falls too deeply, when he loses sight of his priorities, he might just lose it all.
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Excerpt:
Desire tore through her, and for a few moments, she didn’t pull away. Because, God, she wanted him so badly.
But then she remembered she wasn’t doing drama. She wasn’t going to pine for a guy she couldn’t have. And Dylan had made it clear she couldn’t have him. His life was not his own, he’d said, and he wasn’t open to seeing things any differently.
How many years had she hoped for Jonathan to change? People don’t change. Her mom hadn’t, Jonathan hadn’t. And if she wanted to be sane, she had to make the choices that were right for her.
She couldn’t help Dylan any more than she could help her mom or Jonathan. She started to get up, but he clamped a hand down, holding her in place. His breathing changed, and his gaze drifted to her mouth.
“Nicole.” His hand went around the back of her neck and brought her down to meet him in a hard kiss. It grew urgent immediately, his tongue brushing hers, sending sparks along her nerves. His hands reached around her back and pressed her tightly against him.
No one had ever kissed her like this—with so much urgency and need. Like he had to have her.
But then she remembered the two girls he’d brought home tonight.
She pulled away from him and got off his lap. “I’m not one of your party favors.”
He looked confused, eyes still glazed, mouth still wet. “My what?”
She motioned to the archway, where his girls had flanked him. “The girls you bring home with you. If you want to be my friend, I guess that’s fine.” They lived and worked together, so it was unavoidable. “But anything else…” She shook her head. “Keep your hands off me.”
His mouth shut, jaw muscle working. He stood, crowding her in the small space, forcing her to step back. “What the hell do you think I’ve been trying to do?”
But then she remembered she wasn’t doing drama. She wasn’t going to pine for a guy she couldn’t have. And Dylan had made it clear she couldn’t have him. His life was not his own, he’d said, and he wasn’t open to seeing things any differently.
How many years had she hoped for Jonathan to change? People don’t change. Her mom hadn’t, Jonathan hadn’t. And if she wanted to be sane, she had to make the choices that were right for her.
She couldn’t help Dylan any more than she could help her mom or Jonathan. She started to get up, but he clamped a hand down, holding her in place. His breathing changed, and his gaze drifted to her mouth.
“Nicole.” His hand went around the back of her neck and brought her down to meet him in a hard kiss. It grew urgent immediately, his tongue brushing hers, sending sparks along her nerves. His hands reached around her back and pressed her tightly against him.
No one had ever kissed her like this—with so much urgency and need. Like he had to have her.
But then she remembered the two girls he’d brought home tonight.
She pulled away from him and got off his lap. “I’m not one of your party favors.”
He looked confused, eyes still glazed, mouth still wet. “My what?”
She motioned to the archway, where his girls had flanked him. “The girls you bring home with you. If you want to be my friend, I guess that’s fine.” They lived and worked together, so it was unavoidable. “But anything else…” She shook her head. “Keep your hands off me.”
His mouth shut, jaw muscle working. He stood, crowding her in the small space, forcing her to step back. “What the hell do you think I’ve been trying to do?”
About Erika Kelly:
Award-winning author Erika Kelly has been spinning romantic tales all her life--she just didn't know it. Raised on the classics, she didn't discover romantic fiction until later in life. From that moment on, she's been devouring the genre and has found her true voice as an author. Over three decades she's written poems, screenplays, plays, short stories, and all kinds of women's fiction novels. Married to the love of her life and raising four children, she's lived in two countries and seven states, but give her pen and paper, a stack of good books, and a steaming mug of vanilla chai latte and she can make her home anywhere.
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