Hey guys, hope you’re having an amazing weekend! I’m sneaking some me-time today, in between revisions and writing and keeping up with all your tweets and emails, but I couldn’t resist sharing the first sneak peek of Unafraid. It’s the scene where Brit and Hunter meet again, and, well, it’s clear they’ve got a past 😉
Enjoy!
xo
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“That was quite some scene.”
A guy’s voice comes from behind me, amused.
“Leave me the hell alone,” I snap, not turning. I’m not in the mood to deal with any more bullshit tonight—especially not some guy who heard the whispers and figures I’m an easy score. “This is private property.”
There’s a low hum of laughter. “The Brit I knew never cared about that.”
My heart stops.
It can’t be, I tell myself. Not here, not again, after all this time.
But it is. I know the truth even before I brace myself and turn. I’d recognize that voice anywhere: the low, sexy drawl that echoes in my dreams, smooth as honey and sweet as the night we shared together, three long years ago.
Hunter Covington.
My heart pounds as I stare at him, disbelieving. He’s leaning in the doorway, casual as can be. A ghost, a relic, a memory I’ve clung to through dark nights and desperate days.
I never thought I’d see him again.
My legs give way beneath me, and I clutch at the back of the lawn chair for support.
“You’re here.” I breathe.
“I’m here,” he agrees, and fixes me with a crooked, heart-breaking smile.
Everything falls away.
The bar, the rejection letter, Trey—it all dissolves under Hunter’s piercing gaze. My eyes devour him hungrily. He’s older now, we both are, but somehow I’ve been carrying the picture of who he used to be. The boy he was, not the man he’s so clearly become. There’s power to his athletic body now, clear in the broad frame of his shoulders, the muscles beneath his preppy Oxford shirt. His hair falls, blonde over his golden skin; blue eyes still blazing like the brightest summer sky I’ve ever seen.
I feel an ache slice through me, longing, and pure bittersweet regret. Just one night, that’s all I had with him, but somehow, it’s meant more to me than anything else in my life. I thought in time, it would fade, that I would feel those feelings with some other guy; dilute Hunter’s power with a hundred other kisses, dozens of other bodies and lips and hands.
I was wrong.
He’s still the only one. The one guy I let slip through my defenses. The one guy who shared my pain.
The man I walked away from, before he could have a chance to break my heart.
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love it!! So looking forward to Unafraid!