Reed Hopewell is a lot of things to a lot of people . . .
To his parents, he's the son who needs to get serious. To his friends, he's the player they all want to be. And to his fans, he's the hottest rocker in Charleston. But never has Reed been anyone's hero-until the night he finds Hope.
Hope Dawson can count the number of men she trusts on one hand. Definitely not the guys she goes out with or the stepfather who treats her like property. She'd be out of his house tomorrow if not for the need to protect her little sister. But when things at home go from bad to worse, Hope has to act fast-and Reed is the only person she can turn to . . .
About the Author:
Diana is the author of the YA novel COLORBLIND, and the NA Contemporary Romance novels OUT OF THE ASHES, SETTLING ASHES, AND WANTING FOREVER. All are available for purchase now. Diana is a Virginia girl living In South Carolina, and her beloved home in the South is the backdrop for all of her novels. She adores writing about Southern girls and boys finding their way in and out of love. She’s married to the love of her life, and they have two fabulous/crazy children under the age of five.
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“I’ll have a number six,” he informed the waitress without breaking his connection with Hope’s hands or her eyes.
Hope couldn’t look away from him in order to see the waitress’s face, but she would have bet money that it was lower than sea level. She bit her lip against the smile threatening to spread across her mouth.
As the waitress scuttled away, Reed fought against a smile of his own. “That was fun.”
“You are evil,” Hope said accusingly. “You knew that girl was practically drooling over you.”
“I’m just sorry she was the only one,” Reed said cheerfully.
“Who said she was?” Hope shot back, shocking herself into silence.
Reed gave her hands another squeeze before he let go and leaned back against his seat. “So, are we going to talk about the other night?”
“No,” Hope answered, shaking her head. “Not necessary. I already told you I’m not available. It was a nice kiss, but--”
“I’m sorry,” interrupted Reed, his voice low. He leaned forward, a sexy smile on his lips. “Are you saying that kiss was ‘nice’? That’s the word you’re using to describe it?”
“I meant, it was…I didn’t mean…” Hope fumbled for a better word to use, but failed epically. Instead, she stared at Reed across the table, cringing at the blazing fire burning in his eyes.
“Okay,” he said evenly. “Then I get a repeat. No wonder you don’t want it to happen again. You only thought it was nice. So I guess I’m going to have to rectify that.”
“No! I didn’t mean--”
He held up a hand to silence her, and her words fell short. “Doesn’t matter. I’ve already made up my mind. I’m kissing you again. Sometime today. You won’t know it’s coming until it comes. And there’s no goddamned way you’re going to call this one ‘nice.”
She felt the now-familiar blush creeping across her cheeks. She tossed her hair over her shoulders to camouflage it, and nodded. “I accept this challenge. But if this kiss doesn’t get me to change my adjective, are you going to forget about trying to make something happen between us?”
He gazed stonily at her. “I agree to nothing.”
She groaned. “You’re one stubborn man.”
“I know.” He grinned wildly, and her traitorous heart flipped upside down in her chest.