About the BookBreathless by Cherrie Lynn
Series The Ross Siblings Series
Genre Adult Contemporary Romance
Publisher Entangled Amara
Publication Date October 29, 2018
Seth and Macy Warren haven’t been married long, but they have their eyes on the future. Macy is excited to start a family, while Seth debates the pros and cons of giving up their spontaneity for the potential perils of parenthood. But Macy thinks she can convince him…
When he gets a chance to relive some of his past glory days by rejoining his former band onstage, though, he jumps at it. Still, she thinks she can turn the trip to his gig into some baby-making fun. Until she comes face-to-face with a part of Seth’s past that she’d hoped to never deal with again.
Macy knows she shouldn’t have her doubts. But she also knows that when you have everything, you have everything to lose.
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Excerpt
Chapter One
Seth “Ghost” Warren wiped his oil-smudged hands on a well-used rag, frowning
into the depths of his 1969 GTO’s engine. That should do it. She’d been running
hot lately, but he thought he had it pegged to an airflow problem. At least
that was what he hoped, since he wasn’t too keen on sinking more money into her
right now. Frigging thing had been a drain on his finances ever since he’d
bought her, but like any good addict, he couldn’t stop—at least not when the
alternative was selling her. They’d been through too much together.
Thunder rumbled overhead, signaling an afternoon spring thunderstorm and the
end of his patience. Sighing, he dropped the hood and gathered his tools,
heading toward the garage just as the first fat drops of April rain began to
slap the pavement. He could’ve worked on her under the roof of the garage, but
he didn’t like the closed-in feel, preferring to tinker with her in the
driveway. Until ten minutes ago, it had been too nice of a day to be inside—but
that was Texas weather for you.
Just as he putting his tools away, the bottom really fell out—a sudden deluge
of rain that he was damn glad he’d escaped. It was so loud he almost missed his
ringing cell phone on the workbench, but at the last minute he noticed the
lit-up display. Unfamiliar number. Ordinarily he didn’t answer those, but it
was local, so he relented. Could be a client with a new number, and he never
wanted to miss out on work at the tattoo shop.
“Yeap,” he drawled, his usual greeting that was lost somewhere between “yeah”
and “yep.”
“Hey dude. Long time no see.”
Ghost’s spine shot ramrod straight. What. The. Hell. “I don’t see you now,
motherfucker.”
“And you haven’t changed any.” Mark laughed, asshole that he was. Ever since
Ghost had quit his position as lead guitarist of In the Slaughter, the band
Mark fronted, there had been absolutely no reason to talk to the slimy little
bastard. He’d deleted all evidence of him from his phone, and his life, and had
been happier for it. Mark’s little brother had filled Ghost’s shoes in the
band, which was exactly what Mark had always wanted. Everyone’s problems
solved. So there.
“Have you?”
“Nah.”
“Well. That’s a problem.”
“What’s that noise? Is it raining?”
“What am I, the fucking weatherman? Look out your window.” He slammed a cabinet
shut and glanced around. Nothing was left out that Macy might ride his ass over
later. His wife was a damn neat freak, even though he’d clearly specified the
garage was his domain. That didn’t seem to matter to her, though. “And is there
some reason you’re on my phone right now?”
“I can’t call up an old friend?”
“You never called when we were friends, unless you wanted something.”
Oh. Yeah, that should have occurred to him right from the start. But the only
thing more interesting than fucking with Mark was finding out what Mark could
possibly want.
“Okay, so you caught me. But I’ve got a proposition for you. Just hear me out,
all right?”
“Before you even waste your breath, you know I’m walking the straight and
narrow now, right? So carefully consider just how fast I’m going to tell you to
fuck off before you even ask whatever it is you’re going to ask.”
“I heard you got married. My invitation must’ve gotten lost in the mail.”
“Yeah, your invitation that I never sent must’ve gotten lost in the mail.
That’s it.”
“Look, short and sweet,” Mark began, obviously getting tired of the verbal
sparring he never won, “we wanted to ask if you’d like to come back for a gig
with us.”
Ghost nearly laughed, wondering how many times the other guys had counseled
Mark to ask as nicely as possible. Indeed, it wasn’t like him. And in the split
second before Ghost’s phone had rung, if someone had asked him his thoughts
about rejoining In the Slaughter for any length of time, he probably would have
punched them in the face for their insolence.
But with a real offer on the table…
“I don’t know, man.” Macy’s SUV pulled into their driveway, headlights on,
windshield wipers beating furiously against the gray curtain of rain. “Hang on
a second.” She crept past the GTO and eased into the garage. Ghost didn’t
necessarily want her to hear the conversation he was having right now, so he
put the phone down and helped her carry her bags into the house before hurrying
back out and snatching it up again. “All right. You’ve got my attention. Tell
me more.”
“Drew broke his hand in an ATV accident. He’s out for a while, but we have a
show in Austin in three weeks. I know it’s been a while for you. Would that be
enough time to practice? It would all be familiar stuff.”
“How’s Gus been doing?” he asked, referring to the other guitarist and pretty
much the only guy in the band Ghost gave much of a shit about.
“Well, you know. He’s Gus.”
Yeah, that was about what he’d expected. While he’d been in the band, he’d
adopted a big-brother approach with Gus, but in the end he’d had to wash his
hands of the whole thing. Too many co-dependent woman problems, too much
substance abuse. You couldn’t help a guy who didn’t want to help himself.
Besides all of that…Ghost had bad fucking memories of the last Austin gig he’d
been a part of. Between Mark and Raina scheming behind his back, and Raina damn
near tricking him into fucking her when he was almost passed out, he’d nearly
lost Macy. He’d watched the best thing that had ever happened to him walk away,
in large part thanks to the guy on the phone who never listened to a fucking
word Ghost ever said. Did he really want to get involved with that old crowd
again?
“Is it at Crossbones?”
“Yeah. The usual.”
“You’re gonna have to let me sleep on it, man. But I gotta tell you, it’s
probably gonna be a no.”
For the first time, a hint of desperation began to creep into Mark’s voice. “If
there’s anything I can do, any promises I can make, anything—say the word. I’m
sorry for all the shit that went down between us. It was a bad deal. I know
that. And…it goes without saying that Raina will not be there.”
No, it really didn’t. Macy might have sent her running once, but his
ex-girlfriend showed up wherever she damn well pleased, and if she caught wind
of In the Slaughter playing in Austin with Ghost on the axe, she would be
there. Oh, would she ever fucking be there. Not that she was even a blip on his
radar of shit that mattered, he just preferred not to be the target of any
flying beer bottles from the audience.
“Pardon me for saying that coming at me with all this shit now rings a little
hollow, you know?”
“I know it must seem that way. But we need you, man. And if it’s a chance to
repair some shit and have a great time, it’s all for the good, right?”
Sure. What could go wrong. He was being completely sarcastic, even in his head.
“I’ll call you back in a day or so.” Jesus, did he even dare bring this up to
Macy? He would have to, of course, but he fully expected that would be the
final nail in the coffin of the whole idea. Macy didn’t have fond memories of
that night, either.
Yeah, he thought as he hung up. Macy would shoot this down. But damn, the
thrill. Even now, he felt it awakening in his veins. No matter how much time
had passed, he remembered how it felt to be up there playing on a stage. In the
Slaughter had only been small-time, mostly a cover band, but he’d loved it
until all the bullshit drama began to erode the friendship he’d had with his
former bandmates. All of it had come to a head, and he’d bailed on the band
when he and Macy were getting together, but what would one gig hurt?
Just one. Maybe she would understand.
…
Macy Warren glanced down at the little plastic stick on the counter, then tore
her gaze away and fixed it resolutely on her reflection. Two minutes, the
instructions had said. So she would give it two minutes before she looked,
before she really really looked. She set the timer on her phone.
Had that briefest of peeks showed her the tiniest hint of a plus sign forming,
though? Could it be?
Bouncing on her toes, she snatched her gaze higher, to the ceiling of their
master bathroom. Come on, come on. She hadn’t told Seth about her suspicions.
She didn’t even know if she should be having suspicions yet. Two days late,
hell, that was pretty much the norm for her. It had been a few months since
they’d thrown caution to the wind and foregone all forms of birth control, and
though they weren’t necessarily trying to conceive…they damn sure engaged in
the act enough to make something happen.
And oh, how she wanted something to happen.
Hands laced together in front of her mouth, she turned from the vanity and
paced a circle, the plush bathroom rug under her bare feet pushing between her
toes. What would Seth say if it had happened? Holy shit. She was going to
explode. She had to look.
No! Don’t look yet.
Macy glanced at her phone. It had been one minute and forty-two seconds since
she started the timer. God, she was going to die.
Just look! The result will be showing by now!
Wouldn’t it? Damn, she’d never taken one of these things before.
Oh, to hell with it.
She whirled around, snatched up the stick, and looked.
Negative.
Shoulders drooping, she put it back down on the counter and thought about
giving it a couple more minutes, but there was no reason to prolong the agony.
The control line was evident, so she had her results. Locking gazes with her
reflection again, she thought her eyes looked a little sadder.
Well…there were two tests in the box, and maybe she would take the other in the
morning. That was the recommendation, anyway—take it in the morning. Maybe it
was too early to detect. Or maybe she would accept defeat and save the other
test until next month.
Sighing, she cleaned up and stuffed the evidence deep in the trash, wondering
if she should talk to Seth about it. She hadn’t actually let on to him how
badly she’d wanted that test to be positive just now. The test he didn’t even
know she’d taken. The sole reason she’d run to the store a half-hour ago,
actually, was to pick one up, though she’d given him an excuse about needing
coffee creamer.
Oh well, it would happen soon. Right? Maybe next month. Or even the one after.
Her mother kept telling her to enjoy their alone time while they had it, and it
was true they had only been married for six months. Still, so much excitement
fluttered in Macy’s belly when she even thought about becoming pregnant.
Getting to occasionally babysit her best friend Candace’s little boy wasn’t
helping matters—Lyric was so sweet and adorable. Every time Candace and Brian
even mentioned tentative date plans, Macy was quick to offer her services.
Not to mention that watching her bald, inked, pierced, badass husband playing
with a one-year old made her want to jump his bones on the spot. Of course, she
couldn’t, with the kid being present and all. That might indeed be a problem
once they had their own—no spontaneous sex in the kitchen. Or the laundry room.
Or, hell, the front entryway.
Well, back to reality. She left the bathroom and went in search of him,
remembering now that he’d been on the phone when she’d first pulled in. Abuzz
with excitement over taking her very first pregnancy test ever, she hadn’t even
stopped to wonder who he was talking to and why he’d put them on hold to help
her. She located him in the kitchen now, shirtless and throwing together a
sandwich.
“Did you get the car fixed before it started raining?” she asked, walking over
and standing on her tiptoes to kiss him, though he tried to duck her, the silly
boy.
“Don’t get too close. I probably need a shower.” Like she cared. He smelled
like oil and the faintest hint of the sweat that sheened his heavily inked
skin, and she practically felt her ovaries growl. Oh God, yes, she wanted this
man’s baby. “But yeah, I hope so. Else it’s gonna know hot when I set the
fuckin’ thing on fire.”
“You are so not going to do that.” She stole a slice of turkey breast off his
sandwich and popped it into her mouth. He chuckled and replaced it with another
one. “I have faith in you.”
“I’m glad someone does.” He slapped bread on top of his sandwich and took a
bite while she thought about the struggle she’d endured only moments ago. It
wasn’t fair to leave him out of that. But if his disappointment turned out to
be as acute as hers, then yeah, she wanted to spare him from it. She simply
didn’t know.
“Are you okay?” he asked suddenly, and she jerked her eyes up to find his dark,
assessing ones steady on her face.
“Yeah,” she said brightly. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You want me to sell her, don’t you?”
Startled, she frowned at him and shook her head. “Babe, that’s completely up to
you.”
“But I’m asking you.”
“You love that car.”
“I do. And I love you.”
“Well…” Macy struggled for words for a minute. The conversation had come up a
handful of times before with no real resolution, and she found her feelings
were mixed. On one hand, financially, it would be a burden off them. On the
other… “That car is you.” He chuckled and regarded her thoughtfully for a
moment. “I just mean that you would be devastated if you got rid of her.”
“Yeah,” he grunted. “I would be. But your dad’s friend offered a pretty decent
chunk of change to take her off my hands. I’ve been thinking about it.”
She wasn’t quite sure how to put into words what she was feeling about that.
Hell, maybe she was being too sentimental. But that car was such an integral
part of them as a couple that she couldn’t imagine letting it go, either.
They’d talked about so much, laughed about so much in the front seat…not to
mention all the naughty things that had happened in the backseat. Their first
time together. Their second time together. She would never, could never forget
those nights.
“That car is us,” she said at last. Broken, beaten parts that had been lovingly
restored. Shiny, powerful, made new again.
Sometimes, Seth’s usual sardonic expression melted especially for her. She
always loved those moments, when she could plainly see the adoration he had for
her burning away everything else. “Baby, we’re us. I don’t need a car to remind
me of that.”
“I know,” she said softly, butterflies fluttering up from her belly at the way
he looked at her. “I don’t either. I’m being silly, I guess. It’s just sad to
think about.”
“Then we don’t have to think about it right now.”
She smiled and turned to go to the Keurig, putting an extra sway in her hips as
she went, feeling his stare on her as she prepared her afternoon caffeine jolt.
If she knew him—and she did—she wouldn’t get around to drinking it.
…
It was a little game they played, where she liked to go on about her business
as if he wasn’t getting hard in his jeans just looking at her. They each liked
to see how long the other could hold out before they ended up fucking on the
spot. But he wasn’t in the mood to play it, especially when she so casually
began asking him about, of all things, dinner plans. “We could do Italian, we
haven’t done that in a while. Or we could grill some burgers. Ooh! How about—”
She turned and looked up at him with those bright hazel eyes alight, and it was
his undoing. The breath rushed out of her as he caught her face in his hands
and kissed her.
This, this was his favorite part of domesticity: her gorgeous body within reach
at all times. The reassurance of her slender arms around him, the solidity,
because sometimes he couldn’t believe she was real and she wanted him.
But God, how she did. She grasped the back of his head, kissing him back as
fiercely as he kissed her, each of them trying to assert their dominance, her
tongue dancing into his mouth.
Letting the tips of his fingers slide around the backs of her thighs, he teased
just under the hem of her shorts, eliciting a shivery groan from her. Her mouth
fell open in bliss, and he took the opportunity to nibble her bottom lip, suck
it gently, show her just what he would happily do to her nipples and her clit
once he got her clothes off. She clung desperately, her nails biting his flesh.
On second thought, maybe he would leave her clothes on. God, he loved fucking
her with her clothes on. He loved when she made it hard for him…in more ways
than one.
“I love you,” she murmured against his lips.
“Love you, too.” Ever since the first time she’d dragged those words from his
mouth, from his heart, he couldn’t stop telling her.
“But you’re trying to change the subject with sex.”
“Yeah?” he growled, taking another taste of her. “How am I doing?”
“Hmm. Food debate, or sex…however shall I choose?”
“I’ll choose for you.” Each word was punctuated with a heavenly mouthful of
her. Her hair slid like silk around his fingers as he stroked up her back. She
still trembled for him after all this time, and he still burned for her. He
always would. This woman held all the power in the world to destroy him, and
like an idiot he’d willingly given it to her—but even if someday she used it,
he’d have no regrets.
Her legs wrapped easily around his waist as he lifted her. They were old pros
with each other’s bodies by now, yet nothing was old. Every breath, every
quiver, every touch…it all felt brand new and all the more devastating for
their shared prowess. Equally as hot and fierce or loving and tender whether
they were in their bed or the shower or he had her bent over the kitchen
island.
Macy’s hands busily collected the feel of him, restlessly roaming over his bare
shoulders, back, and arms, as if she couldn’t get enough. Even through their
clothes, the heat of her pressed against his erection, rubbing deliciously,
inciting him to madness. The only question was how he wanted to make her his
today.
He had an idea.
“What are you doing?” she asked as he headed back toward the utility room…and
the door leading to the garage.
“You’ll see.”
She did soon enough. Shrieking as he carried her out through the open garage
door and the pouring rain hit their steaming skin like needlepoints, she clung
harder, burying her face in his neck as he laughed. They had neighbors on all
sides, but oh well, if they were nosy enough to watch them through their
windows then they deserved whatever show they got. That had always been his
philosophy, anyway.
“Are you kidding me?” she cried as he carried her to the GTO parked in the
driveway. He had to release one of her delectable ass cheeks to open the
passenger door, but managed to hang on to her. “It’s chilly out here!”
“I’ll warm you up.”
“It’s broad daylight!”
“It’s pouring rain. Get in.”
God, he loved it when the words that came from her lips were unsure, but the
fire in her eyes said only Do it, do it. Oh God, do it now.
He’d seen the memories in her eyes earlier. Yeah, their inception had been
here. This was where it all began: in his cramped backseat, struggling for the
space to move together, so desperate for each other the discomfort hadn’t
mattered because the pleasure eclipsed it. And while they hadn’t rocked the
shocks back here since Valentine’s Day a couple of years back, he bet nothing
had changed.
Her breath hissed in as her bare legs touched the chilly upholstery. He closed
the door behind him. Macy’s gaze devoured the movement of his hands as he
wrenched his jeans open, her chest heaving. Then those hot hazel eyes flickered
up to his, and he was lost. There was only time for him to yank the soft panels
of fabric between her legs aside with one fist and give her slit a teasing,
readying stroke with the head of his cock, knowing he could hurt her by shoving
past her initial resistance before she was ready.
But fuck, she was ready as always, wet and slick. She took him halfway with her
head thrown back, her damp hair clutched in his other fist, her thighs shaking
hard around his hips, before he pulled back and sank home with a groan.
Home. It wasn’t just an expression. It was where he belonged, it was the place
he’d spent his entire fucking life trying to find. He had it now. With her, he
had it at last.
“Seth,” she whimpered helplessly against his neck. Her use of his real name
only fired him up more. At first, she’d only called him by his given name; now
she rarely did. In public, around their friends, he was Ghost—it was only here,
when it was the two of them in their little cocoon against the world, that she
called him Seth, and he lived for hearing the syllable roll in sultry seduction
off her tongue.
“So beautiful,” he told her, watching a flush climb high in her cheeks. Drops
of rain still clung to her skin and hair. Eyes dusky, locked on his and
heavy-lidded with ecstasy, lips swollen and parted with the sharp breaths he
pushed from her with every thrust. She enveloped him with heat and sweetness
and trust and all kinds of shit he’d never thought to have. When it all became
too much and he began to drop his head, her strong hands caught him and held
him up. Made him stare into her eyes. Made him see the promise of forever
there. He couldn’t deny that it scared the hell out of him, but he stared all
the same.
Knowing her cues, he could draw this out, make her cry out and beg and even
curse him with the merest variation of movement. Oh, it was sweet, playing her
body like his own instrument. Filing away any new discoveries for later use,
pulling out old ones she might not have thought of in a while. A delectable
game where they both won…though she usually reached the finish line long before
he let himself.
Her first orgasm rocked her before he’d worked up a sweat. He talked her
through, dropping kisses along her jaw and biting at that exquisitely quivering
bottom lip while her contractions coaxed him deeper and pulled at his sanity.
So wet, fuck, so tight. She clutched at him anywhere she could find a grip, and
the heels of her running shoes dug into his ass.
“I hate you,” she giggled once she could find her voice.
“Oh yeah?” Still hard, still nowhere near his breaking point, he gave her a
teasing drag of his cock. She was soaked. “Let’s see if I can make you hate me
again.”
Challenge flared deep in her eyes. Usually, once she came that hard, she was
done. “You couldn’t.”
“Daring me will only make me try harder.” He tugged at the zipper of her
hoodie, skimming his fingers underneath to tease at her bare breasts. Macy’s
eyes closed dreamily. Spreading the jacket aside, he bared one nipple to his
sight, dipped his head to flick his tongue across the tight peak. Deep inside,
her pussy clutched at him anew. “Oh, I think I could.”
Rain pattered against the windows, which were already fogged up. Macy’s hand
rested atop his shaved head, stroking as he shifted his attentions to her other
nipple. He licked and sucked and nibbled until she was ready again, growing
restless beneath him, arching into his mouth, rocking her hips to take him
deeper even though he denied her any real movement yet.
“Okay,” she finally said on a soft chuckle, “I give in. You totally could.”
“Does that mean you don’t want me to?”
“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?”
“Nah. You’re young and healthy, baby. You haven’t killed me yet, so I think
we’re both gonna hang in for a while.”
Laughing, she hugged him close. Putting his cheek to hers, he moved inside her,
gentle, leisurely movements. Outside, the rain slowed, its furor spent while
Ghost’s gradually built. Still, he held back, even while his pulse thundered in
his ears and he was so hard it hurt, instincts screaming to fuck her hard until
he exploded. He lifted his head and gazed at her, finding her in the same
sensuous distress.
“Are you okay?” he asked, meaning it in so much more than a physical sense. He
only wanted to know she felt safe, loved, happy.
“I am,” she whispered, and he believed she’d understood the depth of the
question. He hoped. There was nothing left to do but give her everything.
Kissing her deeply, Ghost shuddered through his own release, pulling her with
him.
In the quiet moments after, while the only sound was their breathing and the
last drops of rain on the roof, she said, “Seth?”
“Hmm?”
“I want a baby.”
He’d already known, of course—she’d wanted to go off birth control, after all.
But hearing it put so plainly, hearing the ache in her voice, undid something
in him. He lifted his head and smoothed the hair back from her forehead. Her
eyes were uncertain as they searched his, as if she’d been unsure of what he
might say. A grin broke across his face. “Yeah?”
Macy nodded, her breath hitching. “I do. How do you feel about it?”
He only knew he wanted to make her happy—and she’d told him from the start that
kids would be a part of that deal. Macy wanted to be a mom, she always had, and
she deserved to be.
“I see the look in your eyes when Brian and Candace are around with Lyric,” he
said. “You light up.”
“They’re so happy.”
True. But they’d gone through hell, too. Ghost and Macy had babysat for them
while Brian was in the hospital recovering from an assault last year. Macy had
loved every minute of the baby time; even jumping up for feedings and diaper
changes at two in the morning hadn’t fazed her. And Ghost had to admit, holding
and feeding little Lyric had stirred a few fatherly feels in him, too. Poor
little man almost had to grow up without a dad when Brian got attacked, and
Ghost knew how that felt from having lost his own parents before he could form
adequate memories of them.
It wasn’t something he wanted to see any kid go through. Ever. He remembered
looking down into that baby’s innocent eyes and vowing to fill that role for
him as best he could if that was the hand they got dealt. Thank God it hadn’t
been. Brian had recovered, good as new.
At the core of it all, though, was one almost paralyzing fear, the same one
that had gripped him when his ex, Raina, had come to him with news that she was
pregnant. She’d lost their baby, but memories of the funk he’d walked around in
for weeks were still vivid. “What if I’m a shitty dad?”
“Please. You’ll be an amazing dad. Besides, you’ll have me. We’ll be a team.”
That was so undeniably true. Parenting a kid with Macy would be at the opposite
end of the spectrum from parenting with someone like Raina. An idea filled with
hope versus one filled with dread.
Still beneath him, Macy licked her lips and glanced up at him uncertainly. “I
kind of thought I might already be pregnant, but I took a test and it was
negative.” She rushed that last bit out, as if she was afraid he might have an
immediate breakdown at the news. It was only the disappointment in her eyes
that broke something in him.
“Aw, babe,” he said gently, touching her cheek. “You should’ve told me.”
“I know. I was so excited and nervous, I thought I would see if there was anything
to freak out over before I freaked you out.” She chuckled sadly.
“That’s what’s been bothering you, then?”
“Yeah, a little.”
No, it was a lot. He knew her better than that. “Well, maybe…” With a sheepish
smirk, he glanced down to where their bodies were still joined and raised his
eyebrows meaningfully. Maybe they’d just accomplished the deed a few minutes
ago.
Macy grinned but shook her head. “Nah, I doubt it. It’s not the right time for
me.”
Gently pulling from her body, he opened his mouth to reply that she should tell
him when it was, and they would go at it like rabbits. But his phone buzzed in
the back pocket of the jeans hanging loose around his ass. With a growl of
frustration, he was prepared to let it go to voicemail, but with a kiss Macy
told him, “It’s okay, go ahead.”
What I thought about Breathless
Six months into their marriage, Macy wants to be a mom and Ghost is
contemplating selling his beloved GTO. Life is changing. When he gets a
call from Mark to play with the old band for just one night, he knows
that Macy isn't going to like it, even if the idea of getting back on
stage for one show excites him.
Macy isn't happy about Ghost
revisiting behaviors she thought he left behind, especially when she has
some really bad memories of the disastrous attempt to see Ghost play in
the past. Raina, Ghost's old girlfriend is likely to be there.
There's
lots of stuff going on in Macy's head right now and Ghost is going to
have to help her in the best way he can and does he deliver on that!
Breathless
is a really great little story about what happens after the HEA, so to
speak. It's about how relationships change and grow and adjust. That was
the real charm for me in this story, and Ghost is one sexy beast! I
love how he loves Macy and how he understands her. They are really quite
wonderful together, even though Macy can really get on my nerves
sometimes.
This is the kind of book that makes you want to go
back and re-read the entire series. There are some nice scenes with
Brian and Candace as well, and the banter between Brian and Ghost is
always entertaining.
I really liked Breathless. It's a great
addition to the series, and can also work as a standalone if you just
want something steamy and sweet you can read in an evening.
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To celebrate the release of BREATHLESS by Cherrie Lynn, we’re giving away for a $25 Amazon gift card!
GIVEAWAY TERMS & CONDITIONS: Open internationally. One winner will be chosen to receive a $25 Amazon gift card. This giveaway is administered by Pure Textuality PR on behalf of Entangled Publishing. Giveaway ends 11/2/2018 @ 11:59pm EST. Entangled Publishing will send one winning prize, Pure Textuality PR will deliver the other. Limit one entry per reader and mailing address. Duplicates will be deleted.
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About Cherrie Lynn
NY Times and USA Today bestselling author CHERRIE LYNN has been a CPS caseworker and a juvenile probation officer, but now that she has come to her senses, she writes contemporary and paranormal romance on the steamy side. It’s *much* more fun. She’s also an unabashed rock music enthusiast, and loves letting her passion for romance and metal collide on the page.
When she’s not writing, you can find her reading, listening to music or playing with her favorite gadget of the moment. She’s also fond of hitting the road with her husband to catch their favorite bands live.
Cherrie lives in East Texas with said husband and their two kids, all of whom are the source of much merriment, mischief and mayhem.
