Meet the characters:
Priest is a man who knows how to keep secrets especially his own. His one night with Quinn was
a one-time thing, that turned into two and three, until he couldn’t deny his feeling for her any
longer. When his past infiltrates his present, he knows he needs to make changes to keep his
woman safe.
Quinn works too hard and her sole focus for so long has been nurturing her career and being
independent. Priest is nothing she needs but everything she craves. The more she knows him, the
more she fights to keep their love alive.
A tormented Priest needs to overcome his past to build his future.
Feel the passion:
This is the first time, ever, that I want a man to come for me. He glances toward the exit. My heart
plummets. A profound loss washes over me. Then he looks my way once more and takes a step in my
direction.
He’s coming for me. I hold out hope, knowing my expression is one of stunned disbelief. He
extends his hand, palm upward, waiting for me to place mine in his. It’s like my mind and body are
possessed, and instinctively, I take his hand. He pulls me to my feet.
Like a lamb being led to the slaughter, I let him lead me through the pub, to the back. It all
happens so fast. I’m braced with my back against the brick wall, while one of his arms cages me in by the
side of my head, his body so close, we’re nearly touching. His fingers slide down my cheek, lower until
they rest around my neck, holding it gently. The pulse in my throat is beating wildly.
He bends his head, settling his lips on the throbbing vein on my neck. He moves his mouth to
my ear.
“No promises. No strings.” His voice is husky, low, and sexy. Damn, I nearly come just at the
sound of his voice.
I lick my lips. A moment of sanity becomes clear. “I’m not sure I can do that,” I whisper.
“Let’s find out.” I feel his lips curve into a smile as he kisses my neck, then his mouth covers
mine in an all-encompassing kiss that takes me into another dimension, so gloriously full of promise and
passion that I’m swept into this heaven that only seems possible when he’s with me.
When he pulls away, his voice is ragged and breathless. “No strings,” he repeats.
Sane is no longer an option. One night that’s mine. The sex will be out of this world, and I’ll
have a memory to last a lifetime.
“No strings,” I murmur.
Leaves you wanting more:
The air grows heavy, and we all look to the door to see Priest standing there. It’s like the air is sucked out
of the room and I find it hard to breathe. Priest’s eyes are destroyed with tortured emotion. His beard is
scruffy and unkempt. His gaze is on me and only me and roams over me where I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, but stops at my bandaged wrist. It’s only a minor sprain and doesn’t even hurt very much. Then
he scans the rest of me and settles on the bump on my head.
I should say something. It’s lame, but I manage to say, “I’m fine.”
Priest’s jaw clenches, his hands form fists, and he continues to stare. Then suddenly, his feet are
moving, and he closes the few steps that it takes to get to me. He wordlessly reaches out and traces the
bump on my head, yet this small gesture says all I want to know.
“Priest.” I don’t recognize my own voice. Our gazes lock, and my mouth goes dry. He runs his
thumb along my lower lip. I’m not sure what else to say. He looks so sad.
Then he touches his lips to mine. Our kiss is so soft and sweet, it brings tears to my eyes that
threaten to fall at the tenderness and care he’s taking not to cause me pain.
“I don’t deserve you, but I can’t let you go,” he murmurs against my lips. I hear the curtain
being drawn closed, and Priest hops up to sit next to me, maneuvering me to sit on his lap. I lay my head
on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, his chin resting on top of my head.
I swallow deeply, inhaling his scent and clinging to his jacket. “Don’t let me go.”
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