Synopsis
She’s the light from his past.
He’s the one her heart has always longed for.
Trained by the best, Christopher Walker has fought hard for his
country and even harder to forget the only girl he’s ever loved. He spent
countless nights submerged in death and destruction only to find himself
clinging to the memories of her when the darkness crept in.
When her life is threatened, Christopher will stop at nothing to
protect her. Even if it means having to confront his past.
Alissa Malone never thought she would find herself face-to-face
again with the only boy she’s ever loved. But she soon realizes Christopher is
not the same man he once was.
His touch is still electrifying—his voice still earth shattering.
But there’s a darkness about him that wasn’t there before. A pain he harbors so
deep that she can feel it all the way to her soul.
One fateful moment destroyed his very existence, and only one
person will be able to make him realize that what he considers an act of
dishonor was truly an act of courage.
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This is Book Four in the Acts Of Honor series, the spin-off series
to Men Of Honor. It is not necessary to read all of the other books in the
series. However, I do highly recommend that you at least read Resisting
Temptation, the third book in the Men of Honor series, since this is where
these Characters story began.
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Excerpt
One minute I’m drumming
to a beat I could never play on my own then the next I’m flipped around to face
him, his fingers digging into my hips possessively. I gasp, my breath racing as
I stare back at him.
Something passes between
us.
A decision.
A choice.
No more fighting this.
“Fuck complicated.” His
earlier words fall past his lips then our mouths become one.
The connection slams
into me, sending my heart reeling. Our tongues duel in a beautiful battle, the
sound of our passion filling the air as our past ignites.
A growl erupts from him,
vibrating against my lips. “You taste as good as I remember.”
I want to tell him the
same thing but can’t. All I can think about is his mouth never leaving mine,
not even for a second, or it might kill me.
At this moment, I’m not
even sure how I survived so long without it—without him.
He slides the stool
closer to the drum set before his hand moves between us and presses on my
chest. I seize the opportunity to suck in air and let him guide me to my back,
my shoulders resting against the musical cylinders.
His hands move to mine
and it’s then I realize I still have the drumsticks gripped tightly in my
fists. With a sexy smirk, he pries them both from me, throwing one on the floor
but keeps hold of the other.
His dark eyes never
sever from mine as he unbuttons the shirt I’m wearing, exposing me to his
stare. The cool air whispers over my heated flesh, my nipples straining for his
touch.
“So fucking pretty.” The wild lust in his eyes triggers an intense desire in
me.
I bite my lip to keep from moaning but all silent caution is thrown out
the window the moment he takes the stick and brushes the tip of it over one
aching bud.
Another gasp parts my lips, a fiery whimper purging from me at the cool, hard
feel. My back arches, the small touch igniting an inferno in my body.
“Remember the things I used to do to your body, Alissa? How wet you would get
when you’d hear me sing?” he murmurs, dragging the smooth wood down my tummy.
“You’d beg me to take your ache away. Remember?”
“Yes. Do you?” I ask. I’m dying to know. Has he thought of me as much as I have
him?
“Yeah, baby. There isn’t a moment of our time together that I’ve ever
forgotten.”
His admission has my throat burning and heart aching. Aching at the loss of
him, of what we could have had.
What we did have.
“The good,” he whispers. “The bad.” He slips the stick in my panties. “And the
fucking beautiful.”
“Oh, god, Christopher.” His name spills past my lips on a cry of pleasure as he
glides the stick through my wet flesh, slowly working it against my swollen
clit.
He plays my body like he plays every instrument. With skilled perfection and
grace. Keeping his momentum, he leans down just enough to suck a hard nipple
into his mouth. His teeth graze it with a pressure that borders on a beautiful
pain and it’s enough to send me over the edge.
Blissful cries rip from my throat as I’m swept up into an intense storm of
pleasure.
“Good girl, scream for me, Alissa. Let me have your pleasure
because next it’s going to be my cock working this hot little pussy.”
About the Author
K.C. Lynn is a small town girl living in Western Canada. She
married her high school sweetheart and they have four amazing children: two
lovely girls and a set of handsome twin boys. It was her love for romance books
that gave K.C. the courage to sit down and write her own novel. When she is not
in her writing cave, pounding out new characters and stories, she can be found
living between the pages of a book, meeting new tattooed, hot alpha
males with very big…Hearts.
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