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INK & IRON: OBSESSION
He could have it all… but all he wants is her.
Ink & Iron, Book 1
During
his soaring career as the lead singer of indie-rock band Ink &
Iron, Cole Kennrick has been through it all: sex, drugs, and rock and
roll. Overindulging until he lost what mattered most.
Now
he’s pulled his life together and left his addictions behind, except
for one: his ex-wife, Janie. If only he can convince her their love
was—still is—the real thing.
In
the seven years since their divorce, Janie has kept tabs on the only
man she’s ever truly loved. The one she had to leave in order to save
herself. Still, dark and often kinky desires they explored together
linger in her dreams and fantasies.
Janie
has seen up close and way-too-personal that rock stars are bad, bad
medicine. But when Cole shows up at her yoga studio, clean and sober,
his leather-and-motorcycles scent teasing her senses, it’s way too
tempting to slip right back into the one place she swore she’d never
risk again—his arms.
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Excerpt
Janie inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly and lowered her body,
bending at the waist until she could place her hands flat on her yoga mat.
“Everyone remember to breathe as you press hands and heels
down into the floor, stretching the hamstrings…good. Gently rise up until
you’re back in mountain pose, then reach high overhead with both hands,
stretching…and bring both hands into prayer position in the center of your
chest, head bent. Pause to inhale, exhale.” She straightened up and glanced
around the room to see how her students were doing. “Now bring both arms up
overhead again and…”
Oh Jesus God.
What the hell was he doing in her class?
Cole Kennrick. Indie rock star. Hottest man she’d ever seen.
And her ex-husband.
She caught herself wanting to lean toward him to catch a
hint of his scent: leather and motor oil from his motorcycle—he’d always had a
motorcycle—and that little bit of something spicy and earthy that was him.
His skin. His hair. His mouth…
She blinked. Her class. What had she been saying?
Breathe.
“…inhale, lowering your arms until you touch the earth. Let
it ground you.”
Please let it ground
me.
Had he seen her blanch?
“Let your breath out slowly as you step back with your right
foot, coming into Warrior pose. Lift your arms and breathe.”
If only she didn’t look at him again she’d be all right.
“Inhale, and straighten the left leg once more, exhaling as
you bend. Good. Now let’s bend the right knee down to the earth, straighten up
and place your hands on your hips…”
Hell.
She was looking right at him—she couldn’t help it. And he
was staring back at her; those mesmerizing ice-blue eyes gleaming even from the
back of the room. Those eyes…and his tall, lean body, every muscle perfectly
carved, his shoulders almost too broad for his frame. His right arm was
completely tattooed now—a full sleeve in bold colors. His chest too, from what
she could see—all black and gray work. God, she loved tattoos on a man.
On Cole.
She blinked, tried to breathe.
She would finish the damn class despite his presence.
Despite the sheer male beauty of him lurking at the back of the room in nothing
but black basketball shorts and a simple white ribbed tank top that managed to
look sexier on him than on any other man alive.
She focused on the painted Japanese shoji screens behind him
and continued with the instructions she knew by rote, thank God. Still, the
hour-long class seemed to last at least a month before she reached the final
pose.
“Bring your hands together in front of your heart, palms
together. Bow your head and give thanks. Namaste[AD1] .”
“See you all next week.”
She stood and began to roll up her mat, her gaze firmly on
the polished bamboo floors she’d had installed in her studio, Om, when she did the remodel last year.
They were softer on the feet.
His feet, right in front of her.
She inhaled, her eyes closed for several long seconds before
daring to raise her head. Yep. He still smelled the same. And her body still
responded with a slow, trembling heat that began in her middle and
spread…everywhere.
She met his gaze and goddammit his eyes were still that
glossy silvery blue that looked as if they’d been cast in glass, framed by
dark, long lashes.
It made her hot all over and mad as hell that he could still
do this to her just by showing up. Just by breathing.
Breathe.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” she demanded quietly
from between gritted teeth.
“Janie, we need to talk.”
“Do we?”
“We didn’t have a chance when I saw you a week ago—”
He ran a hand over his crop of dark hair. “Come on. I know
that. That’s why I left it alone once you made it clear you didn’t even want to
say hello.”
“So you just decide to show up at one of my classes?”
His fingertips swept over the dark stubble of his goatee. “I
didn’t know where else to find you,” he said quietly.
“I thought that was the point.” Anger was a fire blazing
inside her. She’d had no idea she still had so much of it in her. Toward him.
In general. Apparently training all these years as a yoga instructor hadn’t
afforded her the inner calm she’d been striving for.
All these years.
Seven years since she’d left him—and she hadn’t seen him face-to-face since the
divorce. Not until the funeral. She’d been so raw and angry and hurt that day
she couldn’t bear to face him. She’d literally turned her back on him and
walked away when he’d looked as if he might approach her.
It still hurt.
She looked up as the next session’s instructor came in.
“Oh, sorry, Janie. I was going to set up for my Kundalini
class. Am I interrupting?”
“Go ahead, Brenda. We were…on our way out.”
“Janie—” he started.
Her look silenced him and she grabbed his wrist and began to
pull him from the room, trying not to notice the soft hairs on his forearm, the
muscle flexing there beneath the gorgeous ink. “Come on. We’ll talk in my
office.”
She moved as quickly as she could down the hallway, pushing
open her office door and letting him pass through before shoving the door shut
behind her. Leaning back against it, she took a breath, trying to control her
shaking legs.
“Okay. Talk, Cole.”
Copyright Eden Bradley 2015
[AD1]italics;
foreign term
[AD2]same
[AD3]we
get hints of who Sonny is, but never really why Janie is so upset at his
loss; or a clear idea of their
relationship
[AU4]Christa-I
thought this was adequately addressed-do you think this needs further explanation?
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I loved the blurb
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