Who will you be when no one is watching… when thelights go down?
I played because I loved it… it was in my blood.
Now I play because it’s all I have left. And I’m about to chance it all for him.
When the lights go down, and I step off that stage, will he still want me? When he finds out who I really am, what I’m not?
Her voice drew me in, her heart is what makes me want to stay.
Part of me wants to take care of her, the other wants to break down her walls.
I’m not sure I’m ready to risk it all… chasing her down, when I’m struggling to hold on to the only thing I’ve ever known.
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Every moment I’m with her she plays on my heart strings, strumming the chords of a song I desperately want her to sing.
I’ve been so careful to not let our worlds collide. I’ve kept a protective barrier up, but I can’t help but want to break it back down, busting through the walls to expose what could be.
I need her, but taking Ellie would only be selfish, sealing our hearts to a disastrous fate. And as much as I want to worship every single inch of her body, I can’t. I won’t. It would destroy us both.
So, I lay here, because she asked me for the one thing I couldn’t deny her.
Stay and be the man she needs to me to be.
Don’t leave her.
Even if it destroys me, I will give her this. Not only because she has never felt any of
these things, but because I haven’t either, and just for once, I’m going to throw all hopes and fears out the window and hold on. Even if it’s just for one night.
Rolling over to my side. I watch the girl who flipped my world upside down with one
little swivel of a stool. Padding across the room in her barely there boy shorts and tiny tank she leaves nothing to the imagination.
With each step closer, I find my resolve slipping. The spark within igniting the flame.
Her smile, the fuel.
“Hey.” Her voice is quiet, but the underlying meaning is heard loud and clear.
“Hi,” I say as I pull back the covers and she begins to climb in.
She’s lying on her back, and I know she is wondering what will happen next, but I told her, warned her, nothing could.
I say the word over again in my head, reminding myself of the reasons why, but now I’m wondering if it’s the right thing to do or am I just running from the truth?
“Look at me.”
She rolls over to face me, her mouth calling to me.
Her body screaming for me.
One taste—one kiss to punish my memory.
Reaching out, I lift her chin and whisper the promise across her lips. “I’m here.”
she agrees, breathing life I didn’t know I lost back into me. Closing my eyes, I inhale all she has to give. “Kiss me.” And I do.
Cary Hart hails from the Midwest. A sassy, coffee drinking, sometimes sailor swearing (Shhh… don’t tell.), wine sipping, Spotify addict, lover of all things books!
When not pushing women down the stairs in the fictional world, Cary has her hands full.
She is blessed to be the sports mom of two wild and crazy, spoiled kiddos, and wife to the most supportive husband (took a few years to train). In addition to working full time, she bakes cookies on the side to fund her newly found love of writing and to keep her Sephora VIB Rouge status. The addiction is real, folks!
Believe it or not, writing was never a dream for Cary. Reading was something she never enjoyed growing up. All it took was one friend, who went MIA for a weekend on a book binge, to share her passion and loan an ebook, lighting a fire inside her. Two years, and hundreds of ebooks later, she connected with one of her favorite authors, who patiently listened to her plot ideas. Her encouragement and saying those three little words “You write it!” changed everything!
So,welcome! Hop on board, and enjoy the ride!