Sin City Baby

Katie always was. She was strong as an ox and bull-headed to the core. If she wanted something, she was going to get it.

We rode the horses up to the stables, and I quickly dismounted. Katie kept getting her boot caught up in the wrong side of the stirrup, and it was making getting her down difficult. I held out my arms to her so she could slide right off, but she moved at the last minute, and it threw me off balance. I stumbled back into the stables, landing right up against a wooden beam as her body pressed deeply into mine.

“Wyatt. I’m so sorry. I couldn’t get my foot turned around. Are you okay?”

“Yep. Just fine. You good?” I asked.

I looked down at her and caught her wild stare. Her beautiful hair was all in her face, and I brushed it back without a second thought. Something changed in the air around us. It crackled with electricity as I tucked some of her hair behind her ear. I cupped her cheek, and she closed her eyes, nuzzling into my skin as her touch shot fire up my arm.

Desire was filling my gut as my lips made their way toward hers. I was helpless to stop it. My body wanted her more than I could stand.

Our lips connected as my hand wrapped around and supported her neck. At first, it was only my lips moving, and I wondered if I’d made a mistake. I stopped my movements and waited for her to return the kiss, searching for

any sign that this was something she wanted too.

Then her hands flew to my hair, gripping it tightly as her lips pressed into mine.

I cloaked her back with my arms and pulled her deeper into my torso. I picked her up off her feet, our tongues dancing together as electricity shivered me in my boots. I walked her deeper into the stables and into a dark corner, shrouding our bodies so I could feel her properly.

This time I wasn’t going to let the moment pass.

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BEAUTIFUL DISASTER

A SECOND CHANCE ROMANCE

PROLOGUE

Drake

Four Years Ago

“Dinner’s ready, babe!” Shannon called. Her sweet southern voice echoed up the staircase, as I stepped out the shower.

“Just finishing up baby, be right out!”

I stared into my reflection in the mirror, quietly thanking the cosmos for blessing me with more than I’d ever deserve. I had best fucking wife known to man, and I didn’t deserve her or that precious little girl that was waiting for me to come downstairs and join them for dinner.

I smiled as I threw on a shirt and my jeans, a nervous energy running through me as I thought about the night ahead.

I dashed down the stairs like a bat out of hell.

“Daddy!” Ava called from her seat at the table next to my wife.

She shot me a toothy grin, throwing her hands in the air as I passed by. I picked her up, and Ava squealed with delight, a high-pitched laughter bubbling up out of her. It was the best sound. I hugged her tight and spun her around. Shannon shook her head at our antics, trying not to laugh.

“Oh, you two. Sit, eat,” she said. “We're gonna be late as it is.” The frown lines on her beautiful face told me she meant business. She always had the cutest expressions when she was serious.

“Gotta do as mommy says. She’s the boss, you know?”

I kissed Ava on the head before putting her back down into her high chair. Her smile quickly turned upside down. Her second-year birthday had just passed, and she was growing up too damn quickly.

“Hey now, don't be sad, darlin',” I said. “You're gonna see daddy play guitar tonight. Won't that be fun?”

“Daddy plays guitar?” she said, eyes wide. “Can I play?”