About UNTIL I’M YOURS
Mean girl. Goddess. Bitch. Supermodel Sofie Baston has earned those labels . . . yet they don't scratch the surface of who she really is. Before she can follow her own dreams, Sophie must do her daughterly duty and reel in a "fish" for her father's business-a tall, brown-eyed entrepreneur who immediately hooks her. He's a big guy with an even bigger heart . . . but will that heart be open to Sofie once her darkest secret is revealed?
To Trevor Bishop, Sofie is a beautiful mystery he would gladly spend his life solving. He figures her tough demeanor is armor against a world that's hurt her too many times. Then Sofie's deepest wounds are reopened by the powerful, ruthless man who made them. When she musters the courage to take him down, her world shatters. Now Trevor is determined to help Sofie pick up the pieces so they can build a future together. The challenge will be convincing his ice princess that it's safe to melt in his arms .
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Excerpt:
“Sofie, I’m sorry I
didn’t call you back yet.” Jalene blocks my path to Trevor and Anna.
“Call?” I lean subtly to the left
just in time to see Anna following Trevor into the coatroom.
The hell.
“Yes.” Jalene raises her penciled
brows expectantly. “You asked me about a series of instructional barre videos
for your new lifestyle website, remember?”
“Oh, yes.” I try to focus on the
conversation, but can’t help wondering what’s going on in that coatroom. “Of
course.”
“I was afraid I wouldn’t have time,
but I can do it.”
“That’s awesome, Jalene.” I give a
quick smile. “My assistant Stil will contact you to set up details.”
“Great job in class today, Sofie.”
“Thanks.” Having Trevor behind me
added a little something to my usual enthusiasm. “I need to grab my coat.
Thanks again, Jalene.”
I speed walk to the coatroom,
jerking the door open like I might catch Trevor and Anna in the middle of a
compromising position. They are both fully dressed, though. Both layered up for
the cool morning and laughing over something I’m sure I wouldn’t find funny.
“Sofie, hey.” Anna leans into
Trevor, her head well below his shoulder. “I was just inviting Trevor to
opening night for my new show.”
“Really?” I lean against the wall by
the door. “And what did Trevor say?”
“I hadn’t gotten around to saying
anything yet.” Trevor walks over to stand in front of me, taking my hand.
“Maybe we could go together.”
Just past his shoulder, the dismay
on Anna’s face is almost humorous. I’m sure when she invited Trevor, she wasn’t
thinking he’d bring me along. And he won’t be.
“See you Thursday, Anna.” I address
her, but my eyes cling to Trevor’s. Will I have to climb the man for her to
take the hint?
“But, Trevor and I—”
“Thursday, Anna.” My eyes and words
cut into her sentence like a razor blade. “Goodbye, Anna.”
She’s out the door without further
protest.
Trevor rests one arm against the
wall by my head, his scent and the warmth of his body sheltering and
stimulating me, making me feel safe and completely vulnerable at the same time.
He stares down at me, waiting for my move. I’ve never taken a step in his
direction, and the fact that I sought him out obviously pleases him, but he
knows me at least well enough to guess there must be a reason.
I reach behind me to lock the door.
Trevor’s eyebrows lift, but he otherwise remains still. I reach up to rest an
arm on his shoulder, sliding my fingers into the short, soft hair close to his
scalp.
“Let’s get straight to the point and
not play games, Bishop.”
His hand, wrapping around my waist,
cupping the curve of my back, lays warm and heavy through the thin fabric of my
workout clothes.
“I don’t play games, Sof.” Trevor
leans down to whisper in my ear. “I’m a man who goes after what he wants and
usually gets it.”
He pulls back, dark eyes not
laughing, close to sober.
“Am I getting what I want?” He drops
his other arm from the wall, bringing that hand to my side, and pulls me close
enough to feel his hard body through the sweatpants and hoodie he’s put
on. “Say yes.”
I’ll do better than saying yes. I’ll
show him.
I tug his
head toward me until our mouths touch. Those full lips are softer than I
imagined. He opens me up with his tongue, delving into my mouth slowly, like
he’s savoring the first taste of me as much as I’m savoring my first taste of
him
About Kennedy Ryan
I'm a wife, a mom, a writer, an advocate for families living with autism. That's me in a nutshell. Crack the nut, and you'll find a Southern girl gone Southern California who loves pizza and Diet Coke, and wishes she got to watch a lot more television. You can usually catch me up too late, on social media too much, or FINALLY putting a dent in my ever-growing To Be Read list!
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