ELLIOTT REDEEMED by Scarlett
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A single mom and tortured musician find common
ground in Scarlett Cole's REDEEMED, the second standalone romance about the
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overcome and Kendalee Walker is at her wits end and homeless. Will Kendale
provide the family Elliott has never had or will dangerous habits prove to
strong? Readers will savor this dark, sexy rockstar romance.
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Synopsis:
A single mom and tortured
musician find common ground in Scarlett Cole's Elliott Redeemed, the second standalone romance about the band
Preload.
Elliott “Pyro” Dawson burns up the
lead guitar like a legend. But the nickname Pyro isn’t just a clever play on
words. It’s much darker. A past he's fought like hell to overcome.
Grocery store cashier Kendalee
Walker is at her wits end and homeless. She's watched her fourteen-year-old
son, Daniel, go so far off the rails, he can no longer see the tracks.
When the two are brought together, attraction flares, but
can Elliott find the family he never had with the sexy woman and her son, or
will he fall back on dangerous habits?
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ELLIOTT REDEEMED
Excerpt
Copyright © 2017 Scarlett Cole
As she turned, Elliott appeared in
front of her.
“I was sitting down here,” he said
roughly, “because knowing you were in that bathtub only a floor away was
fucking killing me.”
She hadn’t heard him come home, but
he’d obviously been there a while, as he wore a pair of shorts that rode low on
his hips and nothing else. Maybe it was the alcohol making her bolder, but she
wanted to run her fingers down the lines of muscle that led down into his
shorts. “Elliott,” she whispered, taking a step toward him. She placed her hand
over his heart, a heart she knew was capable of good things. His skin was warm,
his muscles solid, and she took comfort from the fact he was here with her and
that she wasn’t alone. Tentatively, she stroked her hand down his chest, but
Elliott placed his hand over hers and studied her intently. His eyes, heavy
lidded, telling her that he wanted her as much as she did him.
What was he waiting for? It had all
made sense to stand her ground, to not get involved. But now, feeling as she
did in her sexy new nightgown after years of feeling unwanted, none of it was
relevant. She stepped up onto her toes and pressed her lips to his.
Elliott groaned against her and ran his tongue along the seam
of her lips, and she opened for him immediately. He nudged the robe off her
shoulders, and it slithered to the floor. Softly, he nuzzled his way along her
jaw, and kissed her as he had the previous evening along the side of her neck,
leaving her knees weak.
Kendalee slipped her fingers into his hair, holding him
close. Her heart beat so furiously that she was certain Elliott could hear it.
Finally. She’d get to experience what it was to let go and make love with
someone who wanted her as she was.
He gripped the silk of her nightdress, pulling it tight
around her hips, then let go and slid his hands down her thighs until he
reached the hem of the gown. Rough fingertips danced along her skin. In two
steps, he backed her up against the counter, then lifted her as if she weighed
nothing, making her gasp as the cool marble met her heated skin.
The sensations were impossible to
absorb. From the way his stubble tickled her cheek as he kissed her again to
the way his calloused hands gripped her knees and pressed them open. As the
nightdress rose up her thighs, Elliott stared at the space between them. She
was naked beneath the slip of silk, and for a moment, she panicked, trying to
recall just how mELLany weeks ago it had been since she’d had the privacy to shave
her bikini line.
“Fuck.” Elliott groaned as his
hands slid higher, his thumbs almost touching her most intimate places. “We
can’t,” he then said and stepped away.
About Scarlett Cole
The tattoo across my right hip says it all really. A Life Less Ordinary.
Inked by the amazingly talented Luke Wessman at the Wooster Street Social Club
(a.k.a. New York Ink). Why is it important? Well, it sums up my view on life. That
we should all aspire to live a life that is less boring, less predictable. Be
bold, and do something amazing. I’ve made some crazy choices. I’ve been a car
maker, a consultant, and even a senior executive at a large retailer running
strategy. Born in England, spent time in the U.S. and Japan, before ending up
in Canada were I met my own, personal hero – all six and a half feet of him.
Both of us are scorpios! Yeah, I know! Should have checked the astrological
signs earlier, but somehow it works for us. We have two amazing kids, who I
either could never part with or could easily be convinced to sell on e-bay.
I’ve wanted to be a writer for
a really long time. Check through my office cupboards or my computer and you’ll
find half written stories and character descriptions everywhere. Now I'm
getting the chance to follow that dream.
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