Series: Spotlight Collection #1
Who will you be when no one is watching… when the
lights go down?
Now I play because it’s all I have left. And I’m about to chance it all for
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?
makes me want to stay.
Part of me wants to take care of her, the other wants to break down her
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.
moment I’m with her she plays on my heart strings, strumming the chords of a
song I desperately want her to sing.
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.
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.
here, because she asked me for the one thing I couldn’t deny her.
the man she needs to me to be.
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
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.
step closer, I find my resolve slipping. The spark within igniting the flame.
Her smile, the fuel.
voice is quiet, but the underlying meaning is heard loud and clear.
as I pull back the covers and she begins to climb in.
on her back, and I know she is wondering what will happen next, but I told her,
warned her, nothing could.
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?
over to face me, her mouth calling to me.
Her body screaming for me.
taste—one kiss to punish my memory.
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.
hails from the Midwest. A sassy, coffee drinking, sometimes sailor swearing
(Shhh… don’t tell.), wine sipping, Spotify addict, lover of all things books!
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,
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!”
welcome! Hop on board, and enjoy the ride!
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