River Ahlers is damaged goods. On the surface she’s a driven businesswoman, leading a new division of the marketing firm she works for. But she knows better than anyone that being driven also tends to drive people away. At twenty-eight she’s made some of the toughest decisions of her life by burying the reason she’s damaged deep inside her. That is until she walks into a tattoo parlor and falls into the arms of someone else just as broken.
West Brighton is bad news. He’s a tattooed rebel with more money than he needs, and so many scars on his heart, he’s sure there’s no way to let someone in. Until River, but she’s still stuck on her ex and his friend — Adam Beckerson.
Adam Beckerson is a changed man. He’s made a successful career for himself and his best friend, Tara, hasn’t left his side. She gets him– the real him that he’s never shown anyone, but there’s still something missing.
Each one of them is beautifully flawed, and in one another they can find perfection, if only they are willing to reshape their shattered dreams into new, better ones.
“I never really pictured you with a guy like Adam,” West said, and we stopped walking as we reached the stairs. He turned to face me, cocking his head. “You’re both too high strung. There’s no balance there.”
“High strung?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. I’d never been mad at West before, but at that moment I felt the warmth turning into burning anger.
He leaned forward and kissed my nose. “Absolutely nothing wrong with that.”
And like that, it melted away.
“I think I just miss him,” I replied with a nod.
West smirked. “And you’re realizing what an ass Adam was.”
“You’re his friend!” I shot back and West shrugged.
“That doesn’t mean I think he deserved you,” he said, and his neck turned red.
“Are you jealous?” I asked, elbowing him.
He pulled me into his arms, his eyes teasing as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. The fire ignited in my heart, and the kiss deepened, taking any thoughts of either of the Beckerson boys always immediately. West’s lips moved away from mine, but I could still feel his breath on them as he tangled his hands in my hair.
“Not at all. You’re mine,” West whispered, and there was a painful edge to his voice as if there was a silent for now at the end.
“For as long as you want me,” I replied, trying to convince him with my eyes that I meant it.
“I’d like that to be a very long time, Riv. Is that a promise you want to make?”
I leaned up on my toes, pressing my hands into his shoulders as my lips met his ear.
Cassandra Giovanni is published by Show n’ot Tell Publishing based out of Connecticut, USA
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