Cruel Water Synopsis:
Innocence marked her…
Violation crippled her…
Love left her raw…
The life she carefully rebuilt is challenged when she is confronted with the sins from her past. The carefully applied protection is at once ripped away, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.
Her single night of indulgence with the silver-eyed stranger is only the beginning. He sees right to the heart of her and she is unable to ward off emotions that have been deeply buried. With the sting of betrayal still fresh in her soul, she’s surprised to find herself opening up to the honest integrity of the sharp-eyed, rough-looking biker.
When he lost everyone who mattered, he was left without roots and learned to be content simply living in the moment. Completely unprepared for the feisty blonde bartender with old pain marring her clear-blue eyes, he questions his own rules of detachment, as she unwittingly finds a way under his skin.
Appearances deceive and when the masks fall away, revealing deep, dark secrets, there is nothing left but to hang onto each other and survive the storm.
”Cruel Water” (Portland, ME, #2)
“Please don’t you start,” she says, pulling away from me.
“Hey. Look at me.” I wait for her to lift her eyes before I continue. “When people care about you, they have a tendency to go out of their way to look out for you. Listen, not necessarily because you need it, but more likely because they need it. Your brothers, Gunnar, and Matt, they’re guys. They know you’ve been hurt and there’s nothing they can do about it now. For a guy, that doesn’t sit well. So they turn a bit overprotective—try to manage your life for you.”
“So why aren’t you?” she asks, crystal blue eyes boring into mine.
“Who says I’m not protective? Fuck, there’s nothing I’d rather do than slay your dragons for you. But I hold back because I’m afraid if I come on too strong, I’ll run you off.”
I watch her face soften a little before grabbing my hand. “Not running now.”
No, she’s not. She’s looking at me with heat darkening her bright blue eyes. Damn.
We barely make it through her front door when the dam breaks.
A frantic clash of mouths, hands hurriedly pulling and tugging on clothing, and in a matter of seconds I have Viv pressed up against the wall. My shirt is off and my jeans and boxers are wrapped around my ankles, while Viv is only left in her bra and underwear. I tug down the cups of her bra and latch onto the closest breast, my hand covering the other, when I suddenly release her.
“Please don’t stop,” she whispers, her fingers tangled in my hair.
“Slow down. We need to slow this down, baby.” I press my forehead against hers, both of us breathing deeply. “I want to do this right, instead of right now.”
Her eyes are fierce as she yanks on the strands between her fingers. “First right now, then we can spend all night doing it right,” she hisses through her teeth.
“Fuck me. I like your idea better,” I growl against her mouth
Previous PORTLAND, ME, Novels:
”From Dust” (#1)
More from Freya Barker:
CEDAR TREE SERIES:
Slim To None (#1)
Hundred To One (#2)
Against Me (#3)
Clean Lines (#4)
Upper Hand (#5)
Like Arrows (#6)
Freya Barker Bio:
Freya Barker inspires with her stories about 'real’ people, perhaps less than perfect, each struggling to find their own slice of happy.
A recipient of the RomCon “Reader’s Choice” Award for best first book, “Slim To None,” Freya has since published eight books. She continues to spin story after story with an endless supply of bruised and dented characters, vying for attention!
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