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About SIN WITH ME
The past she
can’t remember. The secret he hides. And a love that’s worth risking it
all.
After a
devastating car crash stole both her family and her memory, Grace Stanton was
left with no past and an uncertain future. Now Grace likes to keep things
simple. No sleepovers, never date a guy more than a month, and never, ever fall
in love. Which is exactly why Grace avoids Bad Habit’s lead guitarist, Brody
Scott, at all costs. The green-eyed, sexy-as-hell musician has “trouble”
tattooed all over him, and Grace isn’t taking any chances with her
heart.
Brody knows
he doesn’t deserve an amazing woman like Grace—her creamy skin, red hair, or
that smart mouth that fuels his every fantasy—but there’s something between
them that’s more than chemistry. Something real. He’ll just have to convince
Grace that he’s worth the risk—and hide the secret that haunts his worst
dreams. But when fate plays a cruel hand, Brody’s darkest sin suddenly threatens
his last chance at redemption…and the life of the woman he loves.
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Like fingers interlacing, several things slowly come
together and fit into place.
“You could fall in love with me and not remember it?” I
whisper.
She swallows and nods.
Dumbfounded, I stare at her. “Holy fuck.”
Looking miserable, she nods again. She tries to pull away
but I don’t let her. I put my arms around her and squeeze.
She resists for what feels like forever, stiff and
uncomfortable in my arms, but then slowly she gives in. She melts against me
with a sigh, tucks her face into the space between my neck and shoulder, and
winds her arms around my waist.
We stand like that for a while, not talking, feeling the
chaotic beating of each other’s hearts. Her hair smells like sunshine. She’s
soft and warm against me, lush and feminine. My dick is still wrestling for
control with my brain, which is in a state of shock and is just sitting there
lifelessly inside my skull like a big lump of cheese.
And suddenly I realize what a gift I’m being offered.
I can never right the wrongs of the past, no matter how
desperately I might want to. But maybe those wrongs aren’t the end of the
story. Maybe they’re only a new beginning.
If I’m going to do good by her, this is a fucking fantastic
place to start.
My voice gruff, I say, “I’m in.”
She pulls away and looks at me, a little furrow between her
brows. “What?”
“I said I’m in. Fuck it. If I can make you fall in love with
me once, I can make you fall in love with me again and again. Every day if I
have to.”
Grace blanches. “The Egosaurus rides again. I’m not in love
with you!”
“But you will be,” I vow, looking at her dead-on. “Because
I’m not gonna leave you any other choice.”
I plunge my hands into her hair, grip her head, pull her
toward me, and fit my mouth against hers.
It’s like the Fourth of July and New Year’s Eve and
Christmas morning, all rolled into one.
Heat. Color. Noise. Fireworks behind my eyes. She moans into
my mouth, digs her nails into my back, arches against me. I moan, too, fucking
her luscious mouth with my tongue, one hand behind her neck and the other
roaming all over her body, learning her shape, the dip of her waist, the full,
tight curve of her ass.
It’s greedy.
It’s scorching.
It’s everything.
If there were a Guinness World Record for the most amazing,
mind-blowing, cock-stiffening, heart-pounding, panty-melting,
burn-down-the-house kiss, we’d win that motherfucker hands down.
We’re both breathing hard, desperate, mindless, lost. The
kiss goes on and on, until I’m drunk on her. I’m flying. I’m melting. I’m—
Someone loudly clears his throat.
Stunned and reeling, Grace and I break apart.
Nico stands in the kitchen doorway with his hands on his
hips, grinning like an idiot. “Hiya, kids,” he drawls. “What’re you two
squirrels up to?”
Flushed and trembling, Grace lifts a hand to her lips. She
lets out a short, astonished laugh and cuts her gaze to me.
I can’t talk either. My mouth can’t form any coherent words.
I just stand there, dumb as a rock, my mind blank, my shorts tented, staring at
Grace like I’ve spent my entire life up to this point living in a dark cave,
surviving on worms and insects, and she just walked in with candles and flowers
and a big fucking steak on a hot plate.
“Uhh . . .”
Nico bursts out laughing.
“I’ll just go see what Kat’s up to.” Grace’s voice is high
and shaky. She bolts from the room.
“Just wanted to let you know a few people are starting to
show up.” Nico glances at the front of my shorts and chuckles. “So, uh, you
might want to pull yourself together, brother.”
Shaken to my core, I sag against the counter, gripping it
hard for support, and let out a ragged breath. “Jesus. Is that what it’s like
for you with Kat? That feeling like you’re . . .”
“Free-falling?” Nico supplies when I can’t find the right
word. “High flying? Completely out of control?”
When I look up at him, he nods. “Yeah, brother. It is. At
the beginning. And then it gets so much deeper and so much better, there aren’t
any words for it at all.” His eyes—bright, cobalt-blue eyes that made him
famous—pierce me. “But be careful. Because once you get on that speeding train,
you can’t get off. Even if it jumps the tracks, crashes into a nuclear power
plant, and burns the whole world to the ground.”
He gives me one long, last look and then turns around and
leaves.
From somewhere very far off, I hear the sound of my demon
laughing.
About J.T. Geissinger
J.T. Geissinger is an award winning and best-selling author of
dark, sexy romance.
She is the recipient of the Prism Award for Best First Book,
the Golden Quill Award for Best Paranormal/Urban Fantasy, and was a finalist
for the prestigious RITA© Award from the Romance Writers of America. Her work
has also finaled in the Booksellers’ Best, National Readers’ Choice, and Daphne
du Maurier Awards.
She lives in California with her husband, on whom all her
heroes are based.
