“There is a vulnerability there, hovering just below the surface. And I want to pick at it until I
expose it. Then I want to kiss it."
Two years ago, Emily Burnham, had an epiphany about the shallowness of her life. And
she made it her mission to become a different person…a better woman. Out from under the
controlling thumb of her mother, Emily is tasting the real world for the first time. And she likes
Nixon Caldwell has served his time in the Marine Corps, surviving two brutal tours in
Afghanistan. He is back home, surrounded by what he likes best…isolation. It's certainly the
easiest way to avoid confrontation of the consuming guilt that is weighing him down.
When an accident brings Emily and Nix together, he soon learns he is not the master of his own
fate. Struggling with his own pain, Nix tries to guard himself against Emily’s charms. He wants
her in his bed, but he doesn’t want her in his heart.
Having grabbed life by the horns, Emily wants it all. But is she willing to accept just the small
part of himself that Nix is offering? Can she reach the part of his soul that he has deemed to be
"This can't happen, Emily."
The disbelief on her face pours through into her voice. "Why?"
All of those reasons that were sparking through my brain are lost. I know I had sound logic not
just ten seconds ago, but I can't grasp it right now.
She stuns me when she laughs, genuine delight showing in her eyes. "Oh, we're compatible.
Your working parts and mine were in perfect alignment just a few seconds ago."
Damn, that is hot!
She's clearly saying that wasn't just a kiss. She's saying she was imagining those multiple
orgasms just the way I was. I almost lunge at her to pull her back in my arms, but I have a
shocking moment of clarity.
I shake my head at her. "Our parts are definitely compatible, Em. But that's all it would be. It
would never be anything but a fuck."
I expect those words to hurt her...to enrage her...to make her realize that Nix Caldwell is the
world's biggest asshole. I hope those words cause her to go running from my house in tears.
Instead, she says, "So?"
Sawyer Bennett is the pen name for a snarky southern woman and reformed trial lawyer who decided to finally start putting on paper all of the stories that were floating in her head. She is married to a mobster (well, a market researcher) and they have two big, furry dogs who hog the bed. Sawyer would like to report she doesn't have many weaknesses but can be bribed with a nominal amount of milk chocolate.
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