Dangerous Kiss by Crystal Kaswell

Title: Dangerous Kiss by Crystal Kaswell
Publication date: November 2nd 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance

Synopsis:

He was supposed to glue my broken heart back together. Instead he threw me away.

Now he’s just another rock star asshole.

He gets everything he wants.

But not me. Not again.

Ethan Strong was the first man I ever loved. He was the one person who understood me, the one person who made me feel whole, the one person who set my body on fire.

We were supposed to be together forever. Then things got hard and Ethan forced me to choose between him and everything I’ve worked for.

Now he’s back in my life. He says we’ll be friends. It’s been a long time. I can forgive, but I can’t seem to forget. The taste of his lips, the sound of his groans in my ears, those calloused fingers between my legs– I’m going out of my mind remembering all the pleasure he brought me.

Worse, I keep thinking how happy he made me.

I can’t fall back in love with Ethan. It doesn’t matter how badly I crave his gorgeous blue eyes, his tattooed arms, and his strong guitarists’ hands. It doesn’t matter that his smile still lights me up inside. It doesn’t matter that I need him like I need oxygen.

I’m not giving Ethan another chance to throw me away.

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About the Author

Crystal Kaswell writes scorching hot new adult romance. When she isn’t writing, she is chain drinking tea, binge watching Law and Order, practicing yoga, or debating which fictional character would be the best in bed. She lives in Portland, OR with her husband.

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Excerpt

His eyes meet mine with this look that begs me to spill my guts.

He waits to speak until his drink is melting ice. “I know you think Mal is pulling strings to get us back together.”

“Is there a reason why you don’t object to this?”

“Mal doesn’t listen to anybody but Mal. Besides, I’ve seen him stressing about numbers. He doesn’t have the expertise. And I’m not saying you do, but he’s right. You’re somebody we trust.” Ethan’s eyes find mine. “If you want the gig, you should take it.”

His voice is even, effortless. Usually, Ethan wears his intentions on his face. But not right now.

No. That was the old Ethan, the one I knew. This playboy rock star version of Ethan… who knows what he does or why.

I take a long sip of my now lukewarm drink. “Won’t that bother you?”

“No.” His voice is shaky for a moment. “Just, well… I’m not gonna be celibate just because you’re around.”

“Excuse me?”

“I get it. You think I’m a manwhore. I won’t argue.” He runs his hand through his wavy hair. “You’re right. I fuck a lot of women. That isn’t going to change if you join us on tour.”

“Thanks for the update on your sex life.”

“Don’t want you to get upset if you see me with someone else.” His voice is clipped, his expression is frustrated.

But why? I stare back at him. “I don’t give a fuck where you stick your dick.”

“Good.”

“Yeah, great. Is that it?”

“Pretty much.”

I stare back at Ethan. I’m getting in the last word here. “Goes for you, too. I didn’t swear off sex when we broke up.”

Okay, so I’ve only slept with one guy since Ethan and I broke up. Denny and I dated for a few months. He was crazy about me—he wanted to move in together—but I never felt the same. After we broke up, he nearly evaporated from my mind. It still goes back to Ethan every time I pull out my rabbit-style vibrator (he did buy it for me). Or every time I touch myself sans mechanical assistance.

I clear my throat and smile my most confident smile. “Don’t get upset if you see me with someone else.”

“You’re sleeping around?”

“That’s not a crime, is it?” I chew on my lower lip. It’s not the case either, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“No. Of course not. I’m glad. Anybody I know?”

“No.”

“You coming often, at least?”

“Excuse me?”

“We’re gonna be around each other. We should be friendly.”

“Pretty sure you coming often goes past most people’s idea of friendly.”

“Of course, Vi. Would never want to make you uncomfortable.” He smiles, the look in his eyes screaming I guess that’s a no.

I clear my throat. “Yeah, I’m coming a lot. Every night.” By my hand, but that’s a technicality. “Sometimes multiple times.”

His expression flares with frustration. “Great.”