I’ve mentioned the tropes before. The romance storylines… friends to lovers, friends to lovers, brother’s best friend…amnesia pregnancy.
I’ve done quite a few tropes, but this is my first time with pregnancy and amnesia.
It’s due out next week. You should read it.
Love is the greatest risk of all.
After seven days in a coma, Hannah Parker remembers nothing about the accident that landed her in the hospital–or how she ended up pregnant with Brannon’s baby, the man she’s loved since high school. Her body and heart have burned for him for years, and when she wakes up, he’s sleeping by her bedside, anxious to keep her safe at all costs. But as Hannah struggles with her amnesia, a threat looms closer–one that could have deadly consequences if she recovers her memories. She will have to trust Brannon completely if she is to keep what haunts her at bay…and their baby safe….
Brannon McKay spent the last ten years fantasizing about Hannah. In his mind, he’s explored every passionate scenario he can think of while, in real life, Brannon took their budding relationship and threw it away with both hands. Hannah doesn’t remember what happened but now that she is awake, Brannon would rather die than watch her walk away again. When Hannah and his unborn child’s lives are threatened, Brannon must stake claim to the woman who has held his heart captive for years…or risk disaster tearing them apart…
Hannah eased away, looking at him from under her lashes.
Her tongue slid out, wet her lips and he had to clench his jaw, remind himself of just how fragile she was right now—not just physically, either. He could still see fading bruises on her face, the fading pink marks on her hands from where she’d been cut when the car wrecked.
It got so much harder to remember that when she reached up and touched his mouth.
“I know we’ve kissed,” she said, her voice low and husky. “Sometimes, I almost think I remember it. But then it’s gone. And it’s driving me crazy.”
Her gaze dropped to his mouth, lingered there a moment and then she looked back at him.
Her eyes were huge and dark, a heat burning there that threatened to consume him—and damn if he’d mind.
“I want that memory back, Brannon. I want to know how you taste, how your mouth feels on mine. Will you kiss me?”
Well, hell. It would take a stronger man than him to walk away from that.
Cupping her face in his hands, he arched her head back. Their first kiss had been a mix of fury and frustrated passion. This one wouldn’t be like that. He’d kiss her the way he should have kissed her to begin with.
Slowly, he lowered his head, brushing his mouth against hers, once, twice.
Her lips parted on a sigh.
But he didn’t take that offering just yet.
Instead, he caught her lower lip between his and sucked lightly, listening as her breathing hitched. Her hands came up to grasp his waist and he moved in closer, letting his body rest against the powerhouse curves of hers.
She made a hungry noise in her throat and opened her mouth under his.
Still, he didn’t deepen the kiss—much.
He traced the line of her lips with his tongue, learning the curves as if this was the first time he’d ever had the chance. For her, it was. Maybe it was for him, too. They’d start over. Completely over. And he’d make sure that this time, she knew she mattered to him.
Hannah grew impatient and tried to take control of the kiss, her tongue coming out to curl and stroke against his. He eased back, whispering against her lips. “You wanted me to kiss you, baby.”
“Then do it.” She bit his lower lip.
That demanding nip set his blood to boiling but he kept an iron grip on his control, teasing the entrance of her mouth with quick, light strokes, She caught his tongue and sucked on him and the blood began to drain southward, his cock thickening.
Just a kiss, he told himself. Just a kiss.
Her hands slid down to grab his hips, pulling him more firmly against her and he had to keep reminding himself that this was just a kiss. Nothing more.
Her breathing sped up.
His heart pounded harder, faster.
The taste of her flooded him as he sought out the hidden depths of her mouth, learning her in a way he’d never taken the time to do before.
She began to move against him, her hips circling impatiently. But he was still in control. He thought. Right up until she slid a hand between them. A shudder wracked him as she stroked him through his jeans.
A fist pounded against the door.
They broke apart, panting and staring at each other.