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Title: Nikan Rebuilt
Author: Scarlett Cole
Series: Preload #3
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 2, 2018
Publisher: St. Martin’s Press SWERVE
Format: Digital and Paperback
Synopsis:
From
the queen of heart-pounding, sexy, emotional romance Scarlett Cole comes Nikan
Rebuilt, the next novel in the Preload series.
Does the past ever really stay in the past?
Nikan
can never be complete. He's got a rock group made up of the family he built for
himself, more money than he knows what to do with, and a stream of groupies
falling over themselves to date him. But none of them are her. The one regret
that still plagues him, still taunts him
with what he could have had.
Jenny
is a survivor. Now running a group home after overcoming life in a cult lead by
her manipulative father and watching her mother drink the poison he fed his
followers, she fights to keep the light in the eyes of every boy who walks
through her doors. Far from simple young love, Nik taught her to trust, showed
her how good life could be. Before he formed the band. Before he became a
famous rockstar. Before he destroyed it
all.
A chance meeting after years of no contact shows
the connection still blazes between them. But will they have their second
chance at love? Or will the weight of their past crush their future together?
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NIKAN REBUILT Excerpt
Copyright © 2017 Scarlett Cole
“Why didn’t you tell
anybody where you were?” It was the question that had always burned him. He
knew that she didn’t have anybody else in the world who cared that she was okay
as much as he did.
Jenny stopped suddenly
and turned to face him. “Because I knew you would come and find me, and back
then I knew I wasn’t strong enough to keep you away.”
Nik’s heart stopped in his
throat. The pain in her voice cut him as deeply as any of his stab wounds had.
Unable to help himself, he placed the palm of his hand on her cheek. Her face
so looked so soft, so vulnerable and open. As much as he wanted to kiss her
lips, he buried the urge. “I’m sorry, Jenny. I canrepeat that a thousand
ways, and I can show you a thousand times
over just how sorry I am. I just . . .” Just what? Threw it all out of the
window in a reckless fit of hedonism?
Self-destruction.
He shut the voice off.
SELF-SABOTAGE.
This time it was even
louder.
Jenny pulled away. “It’s
probably best we leave all that alone. No point picking at a healed scab.”
“I don’t want to pick at
a scab or have you hate me,” he said, sadly. “Or worse, I don’t want you to
disappear on me again. I just want to get to know you, Jenny.”
“For what purpose, Nik?”
Her eyes filled with tears, and he could feel the pain she was in. It mirrored
his own. The pain that drove him to keep holding his makeshift family together
so that life had some kind of meaning.
All out of words, he did
the only thing he’d ever relied on for comfort. He pulled her into his arms and
pressed his lips to hers, lips he’d used to watch as she sung, lips he could
visualize around his cock as she’d given him her first-ever blow job, lips that he’d missed. They were soft
and sweet, just like Jenny. Her fingers slid into his hair, her nails trailing
along his scalp in a way that never failed to make him shiver. She remembered
this. Their bodies remembered the way they were together. So did his dick,
which was pressed up against her.
He knew it was over the
moment her hands slid their way to his chest, and his heart broke all over
again as she pushed him away.
“See, this is why I
can’t be around you, Nik,” she cried. “It’s impossible to resist you. And we
don’t belong together anymore.”
Nik shook his head.
“Don’t do this, Jenny. We deserve a second chance to see what we’ve got. We are
perfect together.”
“Were, Nik. We were
perfect together. Don’t you see? It’s all past tense.” Jenny turned and hurried
down the street.
“Jenny. Wait.” He jogged
to catch up with her. “There was nothing past tense about that kiss, or the way
you turn me on as much as you always did. There is nothing past tense about the
way the sun catches your hair and turns it the color of a cornfield in fall.
And I know you hate star references but there is nothing past tense about the
way your fucking eyes light up your face like the Big Dipper, lights up the
night-fucking-sky” he said. “I don’t want what we were to be the sum
total of everything we ever add up to.”
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.
