One to Keep
By Lexi Blake
writing as Sophie Oak
Nights in
Bliss, Colorado, Book 3
Stefan Talbot
likes order and control. He approaches his life with the same meticulous
precision that he uses to put paint on his canvas. Nothing good comes from
chaos, and that is why he has refused to allow himself to get close to Jennifer
Waters. They are like fire and ice. Though she is younger, her talent as an
artist is unquestionable. But she lives her life like she paints—with wild,
passionate abandon. It is intoxicating and terrifying, and he can’t get her out
of his head.
Jennifer ran
from Bliss to put Stef behind her. She had come to the mountain town seeking a
mentor but found much more than she bargained for. Cool and distant, Stef was
like a marble statue and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t break
through his shell. She moved to Dallas to start over, but nothing is going as
planned. When the art gallery where she works is robbed and a precious painting
is stolen, Jen is accused of the theft. Jen is thrilled when her bail is met,
until she realizes her savior is Stef and he has a few conditions. First and
foremost, she has to return to Bliss.
Against the
backdrop of the Winter Festival, Stef and Jen’s attraction catches fire. But
the dark forces behind the robbery in Dallas have followed Jen home. A criminal
syndicate believes she still has the stolen painting and they’ll kill to get
their hands on it.
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Excerpt
Stef turned back to Jen.
“Let’s move, Jennifer. I have a plane ready. We need to be at Love Field in an
hour. I have an officer waiting to process you out.”
Jen’s head whirled.
“Plane?”
“Yes, plane. We’re going
back to Bliss.”
“No way.”
Cool, gray eyes slitted,
and she could practically feel the will rolling off him. Stef was tense, and
she knew it was a bad idea to push him, but she couldn’t help it.
“I’m serious, Stef. I’m not
going anywhere with you.” She couldn’t go back to Bliss. Panic threatened to
swamp her. He was here. He was right here in front of her, and her heart didn’t
give a damn that he was a bastard. For the first time in months, she felt
desire for something besides her art. She couldn’t, wouldn’t, go down that path
again.
He got into her space, a
move he’d perfected seemingly long before he met her. She held her ground. Even
though he didn’t touch her physically, he seemed to surround her. Suddenly her
whole world was Stef, his gray eyes, the heat of his body, his masculine, clean
scent. He filled her every sense.
“I’m not going home with
you.” She forced herself to say the words.
His lips hitched up. “At
least you admit Bliss is your home.”
That wasn’t what she’d
meant. Bliss, Colorado, had felt like home when she’d been there, but she knew
beyond a shadow of a doubt that Bliss wasn’t big enough for the two of them.
“It’s your home. Hell, Stef, it’s your little kingdom, and you like to play the
king, don’t you?”
“Yes, because everyone does
what I say.” Stef’s low growl made her breath speed up. “Everyone in Bliss bows
down to me. Have you been gone for so long that you forget Max regularly kicks
my ass? And Nell and Henry are currently protesting my gardening practices.”
He was too close for
comfort. She gave in and took a step back. She could see plainly that he was
satisfied with her discomfort. “Don’t try to play the poor rich boy with me.
You’re a puppet master. You like to pull the strings and see how people dance.
Well, I’m not in your kingdom anymore, and there’s no way you can get me there
again. So you can take your money and go back to Colorado.”
It was stupid. Even as she
said the words, she wanted to take them back. She’d spent the last twenty-four
hours terrified in a jail cell. She would have to be the stupidest woman in the
world to turn him down, but she’d never thought around Stef. Since the moment
she’d met him, she’d been a quivering mass of emotion and desire every time he
entered a room.
“Stubborn thing. I’ll make
it easy on you.” His hands caught hers, and before she could think she felt
cold metal surrounding her wrists. He flicked the cuffs on with the cool
precision of a man who often cuffed the women in his life.
“What are you doing?” She
stared at her hands. At least this time they were in front of her. She
preferred it that way. Damn, her life had taken a wrong turn when she could
compare and contrast her experiences with men who handcuffed her.
“Taking you home, Jennifer.
Whether you like it or not.”
He leaned down and picked
her up. She was in his arms, nestled close to his chest. She looked up at the
square, inflexible line of his jaw. His arms tightened around her, and she was
caged more closely than she’d been in the holding cell. She had the suspicion
that this time Stef would be harder to escape from than before. He kicked open
the door and started down the hall.
Yep, like it or not, she
was going back to Bliss.
ABOUT LEXI BLAKE
NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn't until she started writing romance and urban fantasy that she found the stories of her heart. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome, or foursome may seem.
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