Kristen Ashley’s Avenging Angels series continues next week with another unputdownable tale of friendship, family found, and badass besties, set in the Rock Chick world, and I have a little sneak peek for you. Age gap, secret crush, Hot Bunch OG finally finding the one he waited for!
Excerpt
“Jessie, look at me.”
I tore my gaze from the men who were fading into the mishmash of tents and darkness and looked up at Eric.
Mistake.
There wasn’t a lot of light, but the man was so handsome, I could see every delicious angle and delightful hollow of his perfect face.
And how did he get so close without me noticing?
God, I’d never been this close to him.
He smelled like rosemary and cedarwood.
Scrumptious.
And I suddenly got the whole magnetic thing, because even if I was pissed at him and in a crappy mood, I felt the pull of his hotness, and it was almost impossible to resist.
That said, holding a sharps container and being downwind from a not-great smell (though, the rosemary and cedarwood helped) in the middle of the night with a man who wasn’t into me but was ticked at me, wasn’t conducive to me throwing myself at him.
Then again, I wasn’t a throwing-myself-at-a-man type of girl.
I was a catch-me-if-you-can one.
“If you want us to find him, we’ll find him,” he stated.
Newsflash: I wasn’t only impatient, I was stubborn.
Oh, and I could hold a grudge.
So with this shit he was pulling, which was brand-new, it meant he had a whole year before my grudge wore off.
Therefore, instead of taking this supposedly hot-shit investigator up on his offer, I shot back, “I’m no one’s obligation.”
“I see you took that wrong,” he muttered.
“Can we be done with this?” I requested.
“We can, if you promise you’ll call me if you ever come back here, so me, or one of the guys, can come with you.”
“I’ve been doing this a while and…”—I held my arms up at my sides, the sharps container dangling from one hand—“here I am, perfectly fine.”
Suddenly, the container clattered to the ground and my front was pressed to the side of my car, my legs were kicked wide apart, my arm was twisted behind me, I had a wall of muscle pressed tight to my back, and Eric’s mouth was at my ear.
“I make my point about how shit can shift in an instant?” he whispered there.
Even though I was pissed—no, insanely pissed—his smooth voice in my ear traveled down the skin of my neck, and I had to fight a shiver.
“Get off me,” I whispered.
He didn’t get off me, nor did he let me go.
His other arm snaked around my belly and he pulled me tighter to his body.
God, every inch of him felt hard, totally unyielding, and he was very warm.
Lord.
“I make my point?” This time his voice was rougher, almost thick, and I was still insanely pissed, but it did a number on me.
“Please, let me go.”
He did, and he didn’t.
He let me go enough to whirl me around, then he pressed me back into the car, front to front. He had one arm tight around my waist and the other hand he rested on the soft top beside me.
But, oh crap.
This was worse.
By a lot.
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