When hot actor Brem Lockwood enters her life, Madelyn has a choice—stay safe with an online fling or risk her heart for a chance at real love.
Divorcee Madelyn Stacilli has baggage deeper than the Grand Canyon, and her move to New Haven to start a new life is the perfect change she needs. When vicious gossip stunts her plans to open her own business, she can't confide in anyone around her. But online, beneath the blanket of anonymity, she can let loose and find comfort with the mysterious Easton216. Their natural, open relationship is a breath of fresh air.
When British A-list actor Bremond Lockwood rents the house beside her to escape an intense media spotlight and malicious past, he charges headlong into her life. Madelyn grows torn between her steady, emotional online connection and a fiery affair with a Hollywood star. Brem’s intense passion ignites the embers of her sexuality from a long slumber, making her burn hotter than the sun.
Should she stay safe with her online love or risk her heart with the man in front of her? The road to recovery just got a whole lot more complicated
Her spaghetti had the Josh seal of approval, even during his pickier eater years, so she wasn’t worried. “Want to give it a taste test?”
She slid the spoon into his mouth, and he closed his full lips around it. A ribbon of desire unfurled and awoke her insides. She licked her upper lip. Hot damn. His eyes narrowed, and the gold flecks danced amid the green with barely bottled desire. Though the room was warm, her nipples hardened beneath his hungry stare. She turned back to the stove to hide her blush.
“I take it you like it?”
“Oh, yeah. I like it.” There was a gravelly undertone to the words.
Her cheeks burned. “Could you hand me the wooden spoon on the wall peg there?”
He leaned over her and reached for the wooden spoon. He paused, the tip of his nose grazing her hair. “Mmm. Your hair smells delicious.”
She gnawed her lower lip as her heart skipped a beat. “Thanks.” She turned to face him, and the embers of his evident desire radiated like a power plant.
“Bloody hell, Madelyn. I’m sorry. Feel free to punch me.”
She furrowed her brow. “For what?”
He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her full on the mouth. She gasped as her insides liquified. Jeez…Forget decent kisser. Forget experienced. This guy was a mouth sensei. She clutched his shirt and pulled him closer. He smiled against her mouth and opened her lips with his tongue, touching the tip to hers. She melted. His lips soothed, scrubbing away the scars of the past. She hadn’t been kissed in almost two years.
He drew her in close and kissed her like his soul was on fire. She moaned, wrapped her ankle around his and wound her arms around his neck as her body ignited. She hadn’t planned on skipping dinner and going straight to dessert, but by God, they were headed there.