TYLER
(Inked Brotherhood, #2)
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SYNOPSIS
Four years have passed since I left home, my
parents, and my brother Asher behind – since I shut out my past. And Erin. Four
years since I last saw her, since I heard her voice and held her in my arms.
I’ve spent my time forging a path from woman to woman, from bed to bed; trying
to find an answer. But I think I’ve lost my way. There’s no light at the end of
the dark. No big surprise. I carry the dark inside me. I’m a bastard – branded
as such from the start. I never give my phone number and address; I take my
pleasure and don’t come back for seconds. No commitments; no promises and no
happy endings. Yeah, I’m a bastard down to the bone and I don’t give a damn.
But now I’m back in my birth town, the town I fled at eighteen – back to make
amends to the brother I abandoned and watch from afar the only girl I’ve ever
wanted. Hope isn’t a currency I can afford; I learned that lesson long ago. Yet
when she looks at me and says my name, I can’t help but hope. This is book 2 in
the Inked Brotherhood series which started with Asher. It is a stand-alone
work. No cliffhanger. The expected publication date is end July 2014, on all of
your favorite e-book websites.
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EXCERPT
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EXCERPT
“Why?” I blurt out, to break the spell. “Why what?” his voice
rumbles, low and deep, sending shivers skittering over my skin. I can’t let his
face, his scent, his body take away my reason. I came here to talk. “Why did
you leave four years ago?” His mouth flattens and he shoves his fingers through
his unruly hair. Those broad shoulders roll in a shrug. That’s it? He thinks
he’s off the hook that easily? No way. I push off the counter and get into his
face—well, I crane my neck and almost rise on tiptoe, but it’ll have to do—and
grab a fistful of his T-shirt. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going? Why
didn’t you ever call? Where were you, for chrissakes?” “What do you care?” he
says, so quietly I’m only sure he spoke because I’m looking right at his beautiful
mouth. My grip on his T-shirt tightens. “Are you seriously asking me this?”
“You told me I should go and never come back.” His eyes close briefly, and a
pang goes through my chest. “That I was a bastard and an asshole and wasn’t
worth the trouble.” I let go of him and take a faltering step back. I did say
those things, didn’t I? “I’m sorry.” My hormones played havoc with my feelings
back then, intensifying every feeling. “What about you? Why did you leave
instead of talking this out? I never got a chance to tell you I’m sorry, you
just…” I bite my lip and let out a long breath, but it catches in my throat.
Maybe he hears it because he reaches for me and trails his thumb down the line
of my jaw. The gesture stills me completely as his dark eyes nail me. I see
sadness there, and fear. What is he afraid of? “I had to go,” he whispers and
his hand drops away. “You left town, Tyler. Left everyone and everything and
nobody knew where you were. God, I was so worried.” My throat constricts; I can
barely swallow. “You were?” There’s a hitch in his voice, as if he doesn’t
believe it. “Yes, I was.” I’ve been so afraid for him for so long, I can hardly
believe he’s here, alive and well. I reach up and slide my hand over his chest.
It’s hard; solid. “Why, Tyler? Tell me why you left.” “I don’t wanna talk about
it,” he grinds out. I want to bang my fist on his chest and slap his face. My
fingers curl against the soft fabric of his T-shirt, and I feel his muscles
clench underneath. “Screw you,” I whisper and I hope my voice won’t break and
betray me. “That’s all you have to say to me? I’m not going to—” “You’re so
beautiful,” he whispers. Shocked into silence, I stare at him. His gaze is
moving over my body, a hot, silky glide that steals my breath. His pupils are
dilated, making his eyes look black. I try again. “After all this time, I just
want to know—” His hand hooks around my back, pressing me to his body and he
bends his head toward me, dark hair falling in his eyes. His mouth descends on
mine, sealing the words inside. The world falls away with a murmur as he kisses
me. I gasp and his tongue pushes inside, tangling with mine. He licks at my
mouth, and he tastes so good—like dark chocolate and pepper. Familiar.
Thrilling. Sexy. I want more. I slide my arms around his hips and kiss him
back. His chest vibrates against me as he moans and then he drags me closer,
until my breasts are crushed against his firm abs. A tiny voice at the back of
my mind is screeching in protest—this shouldn’t be happening, we should be
talking, explaining, finishing this off—but it’s drowned in the rushing of
blood in my ears, the thundering beat of my heart. His smell, his taste, the
feel of his muscular body, it sends waves of scalding heat over my skin,
through me, tightening the tips of my breasts, starting a pulse between my
legs. I cling to him as I burn from the inside out; I desperately need him—need
to feel him around me, against me, inside me. Everywhere where he’s been
missing for so long.
Jo Raven writes New Adult erotic contemporary romance. She loves
sexy bad boys and strong-willed heroines, and divides her time between writing
and reading. When not cooking up plots, she putters in her cluttered kitchen
and dreams of traveling to India and Japan.
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