Cover Design: Okay Creations
Photo credit: Vellum and Wing
Release Date: July 27, 2017
He stole her lyrics, and then he stole her heart.
Lyric Cassidy is off the tour, lost as to what her next career move will be, and certain that she’ll never love again after Wolf. All because of a social media scandal that left her with no choice but to pack up and face the consequences. When she learns that the fate of her career is in her hands, she has a difficult decision to make. Step back on the tour bus with Wolf and deal with the mess she left behind, or end her contract early and lose her job at Perform Live?
Wolf’s shattered heart finds no resolve in giving Lyric a chance to come back on tour. He can never be with her again. Not after she walked away. Conflicted with wants and needs, he struggles to remember who Wolf was before Lyric. That’s what he needs to become again. Maybe then his heart will be safe. Or maybe there’s no hope for the damaged.
But with stolen dreams, betrayals, and terrifying threats—no one’s heart is safe. Not even the ones that may be destined to be together.
two hours since I woke up in Wolf’s bed, confused and nursing a hangover, and
Wolf is still dead asleep. I don’t dare wake him. Right now, I’ll take what I
can get. If that means being as still as a board so that I can watch him sleep
for the rest of the day, then so be it. I’ll watch him forever.
usually a restless sleeper, kicking off the covers and reaching for something
to hold onto. That something used to be me. Now, he snuggles with his pillow,
squishing it so hard the seams just may come undone. One muscular leg hangs
over the edge of the couch, and his mouth falls slightly ajar.
breaks me a few minutes later after memorizing every detail of his sleeping
form. I rip the covers off me, wondering for the hundredth time how I ended up
in his hotel room wearing nothing but my underwear and tank top. I climb out of
bed, and my toes land on my pants, which are lying on the floor next to the
bed. I frown. Wolf must have removed my clothes. Well, not all of them. My top
and panties haven’t been touched.
to the couch and pull the pillow from his grasp, careful not to wake him. When
I snuggle up beside him, his familiar skin warms mine. I didn’t even realize I
was cold before now. He’s quick to wrap me in his arms like it’s the most
natural thing in the world. Like we were never apart and this is just another
normal morning together.
I feel him grow thick and hard against my stomach, my heart starts to beat
fast. I know I’m fully taking advantage of this moment, but I don’t care. Wolf
can yell at me later. It’s worth it. He smells so good, comforting, like warmed
oak and melon.
my lips to his chest, I shiver. Just one simple touch and I feel it all. Fear
and hope crash like waves inside my rib cage. Fear that he’ll awaken and push
me away. Hope that he’ll eventually forgive me.
Wolf can hear my thoughts, his hold strengthens around me. I’ve always loved
the way I feel in his arms. Safe and secure. I’ve missed everything about him
so much, but it’s these arms wrapped around me that I’ve been yearning for
every lonely night.
he says in a sleepy, whispered breath. It’s enough to send my heart into
create a trail from his chest to his neck and chin until I’m hovering over his
mouth, just breathing. Sometimes I would wake him like this, searching his
exposed skin with my mouth, exploring and treasuring the man that continued to
surprise me. And then when I reached his lips, they would part for me, just
marginally … just as they are doing now.
So I take
it as my invitation, this time feathering my lips across his, sweeping it with
my tongue in a silent plea to let me in. I think I might faint when his mouth
parts for me. Our kiss deepens, and then a hand splays across my lower back,
crushing my body against his hard one.
into Wolf’s mouth, our energy recharging and sparking the air. His fingers dig
into my hip as I snake a leg over him and press down so he’s hard against my
entrance, our underwear the only thing between us—well, physically. In reality,
there are a million things between us now, but I refuse to acknowledge anything
are on my ass. Mine are in his hair. We’re frantic and panting, clawing at each
other to taste more of what we’ve been missing. I shift my body again so I’m no
longer straddling him, and I slip a hand into the waistband of his briefs. I’m
not surprised to find him hard in my grasp.
baby,” he moans, pushing his hips up so I’m fully gripping him. The fact that
he’s responding so eagerly fills me with entirely too much hope. I can’t
imagine he’s already forgiven me, but maybe he missed me just as much as I
missed him. Right now, nothing else matters.
seconds, I slide his briefs off and start to stroke him. His lids flutter open,
revealing dark, desperate need. There’s also confusion in his eyes, and I worry
that he’s going to change his mind. He doesn’t want this—me—at all.
pulls away and sits up, I want to cry. But then he reaches for me, guiding me
onto his lap, legs on either side of him, until I’m just inches away from his
palms rub up and down the top of my thighs as he looks at me darkly beneath
hooded lids. “What the fuck are you doing, Lyric?” His voice is low and
gravely, filled with hurt and desire. Such a dangerous combination. But isn’t
that what we’ve always been together? Two dangerous hearts that happened to
find solace in each other’s arms?
his voice questions what’s happening, it doesn’t look like he’s going to do
anything to stop it. But I give him time to decide.
you.” I try softly, my voice breaking with each syllable as I roll my hips and
inch up his lap. “And I want you inside me.”
eyes glide from my legs to the thin, black lace of my panties and linger there
for a second before rocking his hips upward slowly. Wolf’s jaw is hard,
naturally built to intimidate anyone who crosses his path. While the furious
look he’s giving me now should send me running, it does the opposite. I feel
myself quiver from the inside out as my abdomen clenches in response.
anticipate him sinking into me and shudder while his finger moves along the
edge of my underwear. His careful movements tell me he’s considering his
options. Should we, or shouldn’t we? So I beg with a whimper for him to stay
with me. I need this. I need him. And I think he needs me too.
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Release Date: May 18, 2017
About the Author
K.K. Allen is an award-winning author and Interdisciplinary Arts and Sciences graduate from the University of Washington who writes heartfelt and inspirational Contemporary Romance stories mainly about "Capturing the Edge of Innocence.” K.K. currently resides in central Florida, works full time as a Digital Producer for a leading online educational institution, and is the mother to a ridiculously handsome little dude who owns her heart.
K.K.’s publishing journey began in June 2014 with the YA Contemporary Fantasy trilogy, The Summer Solstice. In 2016, K.K. published her first Contemporary Romance, Up in the Treehouse, which went on to win the Romantic Times 2016 Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best New Adult Book of the Year. With K.K.'s love for inspirational and coming of age stories involving heartfelt narratives and honest emotions, you can be assured to always be surprised by what K.K. releases next.
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