Mend

by Chelle Bliss

Genres: Romantic Suspense; Contemporary Romance; Erotic & Steamy Romance

Synopsis

Before senior year, I was forced to move away, leaving behind the only man I have ever loved. He promised he'd love me forever. He vowed nothing would tear us apart. He swore he'd wait for me, but Jack lied.

Six years later, when our paths cross again, his broad shoulders, rock-hard chest, and rippling muscles almost make me forget his betrayal. His rugged voice, tempting lips, and sinful smile make it harder for me to deny the feelings I still have for him.

He wants to make me his again, but our past may be too much for us to overcome. They say time heals all wounds, but the years haven't diminished my heartache. The only thing that dulls the pain is when his lips caress my skin as he whispers "It's always been you."

Release date: January 21, 2018

Publisher: Bliss Ink LLC

Print pages: 268

Sample

Chapter 1

 

Jack

 

Six years later

 

 

Asphyxiation.

 

It’s the only word that describes how I feel in this very moment. Setting eyes on Evie—my first girlfriend—the only girl I’ve ever loved, feels like strong hands wrapping around my throat, squeezing with such intensity that I’m suffocating.

 

“Hey.” My little sister, Myra, appears in my peripheral vision. She nudges me in the side with her sharp elbow when I don’t respond. “You okay?”

 

“No.”

 

The way Evie’s hair is blowing in the wind, licking her shoulders with each sweep of the unseasonably warm spring air has my dick stirring like she stepped straight out of a wet dream. She’s laughing and holding her stomach as she talks to some guy—a man I’ve never seen before.

 

I want to run over there, throw her over my shoulder, and claim her in front of the entire town, but I’m in shock and can’t bring myself to move.

 

I can’t help but stare at her long legs and remember the way they felt wrapped around me the last time we were together. When I made love to her for the last time. The promises we made reverberate in the back of my mind. “I promise, Jack…” Her voice is still so clear inside my head.

 

Myra takes a step forward, and her cotton candy tumbles to the dirt in front of her. “Son of a fuck,” she whispers, finally seeing Evie.

 

“Watch your mouth,” I growl.

 

“Is that…” Her voice trails off because it’s like we’ve both seen a ghost.

 

Swallowing the lump that’s lodged in my throat doesn’t make my ability to breathe any easier. “Yeah.”

 

“Well, Jesus.” Myra moves in front of me and tries to get my attention with a shove to my chest. When I don’t budge, she grabs my face and forces my eyes to her. “What do you want to do? I’ll go kick her ass if you want.”

 

“Myra.” I remove her hands from my face as my gaze drifts away from Evie. “Do not make a scene.”

 

Myra Nelson is a whopping five feet two, but she has the attitude of an NFL linebacker. Even as a little girl, she walked around the house crashing into everything on purpose just to watch it crumble in her wake, and she hasn’t stopped sixteen years later.

 

She crosses her arms in front of her chest and scowls. “I never make a scene. But I would for you,” she sasses, pitching a thumb over her shoulder in Evie’s direction. “Especially when it comes to her.”

 

“What happened is between Evie and me.” I know I need to de-escalate the situation before Myra goes apeshit. “Ma would have a fit if you got in trouble.”

 

She rolls her eyes. “I don’t give a crap. Some things need to happen, no matter the consequence.”

 

I focus my gaze on Myra’s, tightening my grip on her shoulders. “You will not do or say a thing, or I’ll carry you straight home.”

 

Her mahogany eyes sparkle in the sunlight as she takes a step forward, getting in my face. “You wouldn’t dare,” she hisses with all the attitude of a teenage girl.

 

Leaning forward, I drop my voice to a whisper so low only she can hear me. “In a fuckin’ heartbeat. Go find your friends, and forget you saw her.”

 

I can tell she wants to say something, and it’s hanging on the tip of her tongue. “Fine. But…”

 

“But nothing. Just go. Do as you’re told for once.” I tip my chin to the midway behind her. “Ride something.”

 

A smile spreads across her face, and she quirks an eyebrow. “Anything?”

 

I instantly regret the carelessness in my word choice. “A damn ride, Myra. Go be a kid instead of a pain in my ass.”

 

“I’m sixteen, Jack.” She pokes me in the chest with her bony finger. “You can’t control me anymore.” Her glittery painted fingernail starts to bite into my skin, and I growl.

 

As if I ever could. But I tried like hell to keep her out of trouble. Once Myra began to develop breasts, every boy in town wanted a piece of her. I made sure everyone knew I’d break their fingers if they touched her, and so far, I haven’t had an issue.

 

“How much will it take for you to go away?”

 

I’m done with her bullshit, and there’s only one thing that gets her ass moving—money.

 

She rubs her chin like she’s deep in thought, but we both know how much she’s going to ask me to give her. “Hmm. A hundred bucks.” The corner of her mouth turns up into a smile because she thinks she’s won, but I would’ve paid her twice as much to get rid of her.

 

Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a wad of cash, plucking a bill off the stack and fanning it in front of her face. “Don’t find me for an hour. Do not go near Evie either. Disappear, Myra. Got it?”

 

She salutes me before snatching the hundred from my fingers and stuffing it in her bra. “One hour. Anything more will cost you.” Spinning around on her heels, she stalks off toward the cotton candy stand, kicking the dirt-covered sugar puff across the midway as she walks.

 

I turn my attention back to Evie. The guy has his arms wrapped around her waist, whispering something in her ear. Her hands rest on his shoulders as she laughs. My fists tighten at my sides at their public display.

 

I loved her from the moment she walked into homeroom on the first day of eighth grade. The fact that she had on a Nirvana T-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans just made me fall even harder.

 

Now she stands only feet in front me, a little taller and a little more well-endowed, but still…she causes my heart to beat out of control.

 

When the guy spins Evie around, I get my first full glimpse of her face in six years, and the small amount of air in my lungs evaporates. Every muscle in my body tenses, and I’m momentarily frozen as I take her in. My need to talk to her overtakes all rational thought, and I head straight toward her as if I’m on autopilot.

 

As she makes another rotation in his arms, Evie’s eyes lock on mine. Her mesmerizing blue eyes go wide as she turns her head, following me as I stalk toward her.

 

Picking up my pace with each step, I move through the crowd with ease.

 

She wiggles free of his embrace as I get closer, pushing against the guy’s shoulders. For a moment, I think she’s going to run to me and jump in my arms because she has missed me as much as I have missed her, but when her feet touch the ground…

 

She takes off in the opposite direction.

 

As I chase after her, the crowd surges inward, closing the gap as if they’re trying to keep us apart.

 

“Evie, wait!” I reach for her even though she’s too far away. The thought of touching her after all this time sends a shiver down my spine.

 

Peering over her shoulder, she glances back with tear-stained cheeks, no longer smiling. Her body’s moving forward, propelling her farther away, but her eyes never leave mine.

 

“Evie!” I plead for her to stop, but she doesn’t.

 

I know what’s about to happen, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. She’s moving too fast for me to even scream a warning. Her body bounces backward as she hits the parade float and collapses on the grass.

 

People rush to her side, but I don’t want anyone to touch her…only me. I push them away, layer after layer of nervous and nosy bystanders, until her motionless body is at my feet.

 

She’s knocked out cold.

 

“Everyone back up.” I urge them to make way, sweeping my arms in a circle over her body. Stealing a glance at her, I kneel at her side. Even out cold and with blood running from the gash in her head, she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. “Evie,” I whisper hoarsely, desperate for her to look at me.

 

My heart’s in my throat, pounding so fast that I wonder if the people around me can hear it as clearly as I can.

 

I stroke her damp cheek with the backs of my knuckles. “Evie, wake up. Please, wake up for me, sweetheart.”