Their red-hot reunion is off the charts!
They made passionate music together. Has this heartbreaker changed his tune?
Songwriter Eden Voss had the perfect man—sexy, charming, talented and hers. Until record executive Blaine Woodson broke her heart to save his fledging label. Now music’s bad boy is back, begging for her songwriting skills in his studio…and her lovemaking skills after hours. Eden vows to keep things strictly business this time. But there is nothing professional about the heat still between them…
They made passionate music together. Has this heartbreaker changed his tune?
Songwriter Eden Voss had the perfect man—sexy, charming, talented and hers. Until record executive Blaine Woodson broke her heart to save his fledging label. Now music’s bad boy is back, begging for her songwriting skills in his studio…and her lovemaking skills after hours. Eden vows to keep things strictly business this time. But there is nothing professional about the heat still between them…
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AFTER HOURS REDEMPTION by Kianna Alexander
“Mind telling
me why you insisted on coming here?” He eyed her curiously.
She tugged him
along by the hand, around the circular path leading to the Clara Meer Dock.
When they came to a stop, she pointed. “This is why I wanted to come here.”
He looked out,
his eyes scanning the dark, glassy surface of Lake Clara Meer. “I’m guessing
you come here often?”
She nodded.
“This is my thinking spot. Whenever I’m working on lyrics and I can’t quite get
it right, I come here. I spread my blanket out on the grass, sit down with my
notepad and work it out.”
He looked at
her skeptically. “So, did we come here to work?”
“Nah.” She
shook her head. “It’s Saturday night, after all. I brought you here to talk.”
He frowned.
“I’m still confused.”
She started
walking over to the grassy patch overlooking the water and the dock and spread
out the blanket there. “Something about this place always seems to bring me
clarity. It’s a little slice of heaven, right in the middle of the city. It’s
bound to inspire some pretty deep conversation between us.” She sat down,
careful not to let her dress ride up till heaven and earth were filled with her
glory. Then she patted the empty spot next to her.
He hesitated,
standing there on the concrete path, looking a bit baffled.
“You scared,
Blaine?” She faked a pout, sticking her lip out as she teased him. “Of little
old me?”
He rolled his
eyes, but his smile was evident as he joined her on the blanket. “You’re too
much, Eden.”
“So, we’re
basically alone now.” Or at least as close to alone as we’re gonna get without
me crawling into your lap. She watched him, taking in his moon-dappled
handsomeness. The dim lighting seemed to enhance his features, especially the
golden flecks in his dark eyes. He was temptation in the flesh; her body craved
him even though her mind knew better than to get lost in him again. The
question was, how much longer would she be able to lead with logic? “What do
you want to talk about?”
He cleared his
throat. “If I’m being honest…”
“Please do,”
she encouraged.
“I want to talk
about kissing you again.” His deep baritone had each word dripping with sensual
energy.
Warmth raced
through her body, and she felt it pool in her cheeks, her chest and a bit
farther south. “Blaine.” She meant it as chastisement, but it came out sounding
far sultrier than she’d intended.
He shrugged.
“Can’t blame a brotha for shooting his shot.”
“I guess not.”
She chuckled, from both amusement and nerves. “I don’t know if we should lead
with talking about kissing, though.”
“Why not?” He
gave her a wicked look. “Did you enjoy the kiss?”
She swallowed
and needing a respite from the intensity of his gaze, she looked down at her
lap. Her dress had crept up her to mid-thigh, so she tugged the end a bit. “I’d
be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it. But that’s beside the point.”
“If you say
so.”
She shook her
head. Same old Blaine. Always charming, never reflective. “There’s too much in
our past that you’re not considering, Blaine. We can’t just ignore our
history.”
“Who said I’m
ignoring it?” He traced a finger along her lower leg, trailing from her knee to
the top of her sandal-encased foot. “What I know about you, our ‘history’ as
you call it, is precisely why I want you.”
She drew a deep
breath. Was he misremembering? Or was he really so clueless that he didn’t
understand where she was coming from? “You know your decision to cut Ainsley
and me from the group effectively ended both of our singing careers, right? Not
to mention how much it hurt me personally. You have to realize the impact of
that.”
About the Author
Like any good Southern belle, Kianna Alexander wears many hats: a loving wife, doting mama, advice-dispensing sister, and gabbing girlfriend.
She's a voracious reader, an amateur seamstress, and occasional painter in oils.
Chocolate, American history, sweet tea, and Idris Elba are a few of her
favorite things. A native of the Tar Heel state, Kianna still lives there with
her husband, two kids, and a collection of well-loved vintage 80's Barbie
dolls.
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