Bobby
Beckerson was the American All-Star hockey player--he was the
spitting image of perfection to his family. Goofy, sweet and
undeniably gorgeous, he had everything but the one girl he wanted:
River Ahlers.
River
Ahlers is successful in everything but love. She's been in love with
Adam Beckerson since they were kids. Worst of all she's stuck right
in the middle of the brother's dueling over everything and anything,
and she doesn't even know she's the ultimate prize.
Adam
Beckerson was a boy with a guitar, a smile that sunk girl's hearts
and a stone wall around his own. He was anything but perfect, and no
matter how hard he tried he was nothing compared to Bobby. Sweet,
damaged, with boyish good-looks, nobody thought Adam loved anyone but
himself.
Bobby
loved River, River loved Adam and Adam only loved himself--or so
everyone thought. Then one night everything changes, and as it
threatens to destroy everyone involved a tragedy strikes that will
break them all...
GENRE:
New Adult Contemporary Romance
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I nodded my head and watched
as Adam’s hand lingered on the neck of the Ibanez™ before he
picked it back up and slipped the strap over his shoulder.
I sat on the edge of the bed
as he began to play without an amplifier.
The noise was tinny without
the electric part hooked up but that didn’t matter. Adam’s
fingers moved effortlessly from fret to fret as he strummed the
guitar. His head nodded ever so slightly to the beat and his bare
foot tapped the floor as he closed his eyes and a smile formed on his
lips.
I stood and placed my hands
around his neck, yet he continued to play, nod his head and tap his
foot with eyes closed. The only change was on his lips as they crept
into the seductive grin.
I leaned into him, letting my
hands comb through the hair on the back of his head as my breath
washed over his lips.
Still nothing. The guitar
continued to hum with his talent.
I let my lips hover over his,
then let them wander over the soft skin of his neck and up the
stubble of his chin. The beat remained smooth, undisturbed as the
strings squealed and he deepened the riff.
I paused as my lips reached
his again, lingering at the corner of his mouth where the cold metal
of his lip ring teased me just as much as his fingers on the
guitar.
I let my mouth run over the
metal until it caught in my teeth and I sucked it in.
Finally, his body reacted
tensing as he groaned—but his playing didn’t cease, didn’t
change. He still resisted, hand strumming a tease over the strings
next to the skin of my belly.
His mouth responded to mine as
I let the ring and his lip slowly slip away from me. That was it—
the guitar spun to his back and he yanked my hips to his
own.
“I need you to play me like
that guitar,” I gasped as his hand tilted my head and his tongue
ran over my trembling neck.
His other hand drifted down my
torso.
“Good, because I wasn’t
done with my song,” he growled into my ear.
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Besides being a writer, Cassandra is a
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