Holly wishes he hadn’t.
Jackson wishes he hadn’t.
Jackson Rowe tried filling the void his family left by drinking, screwing around, and leaving a string of heartbroken women in his wake. Moving back to Sugartown should have been easy, but he hadn’t counted on the fact his sometimes attraction to Holly would still be alive and kicking—and he sure as hell hadn’t counted on her being pregnant with another man’s baby.
They drive one another crazy, and yet they can’t stay away.
When old flames resurface, and even older wounds are torn open, can two people so similar make it work? Or will their stubbornness only drive them further apart?
*Content Warning. Intended for a mature 18+ audience. Contains angst, a crap-tonne of profanity, short-tempered Australian wildlife, and some very pregnant sex.
Holly
I glance over at Jackson. He’s munching out on Smith’s chips and singing along to some crappy music on the radio, and he’s completely oblivious to the fact that he’s so drop-freaking-dead gorgeous when he’s letting go. Not that he’s ever really been uptight about anything; more that when he’s not “on”, when he’s not trying to get into someone’s pants, or lead them to make stupid decisions because he’s so very clever with his hands and mouth, he’s just kind of … perfect.
Then, of course, he goes and opens his fat mouth.
“You lovin’ on old Jack there, sweetheart?” he asks, glancing back and forth between me and the road.
I smile snidely. “No, you just have chips on your face.”
He runs his hand across his mouth and over the stubble on his chin, brushing away crumbs that aren’t there. I love it when he forgets to shave, and the biting sensation of his facial hair against my soft lips as he’s going down on me. I could come just thinking about it. I squeeze my legs together until the seam of my shorts grazes my clit. Then I close my eyes and slowly shift my legs this way and that, enough to feel the heat in my belly unfurling.
“Holy shit, Hols, you okay?”
My eyes snap open, my heart races and heat floods my cheeks. I glare at him. “Yeah, just tired is all.”
“Nice try, sweetheart. I know your tired face and that’s not it. That’s your ‘I need to be fucked’ face. You want me to pull the car over?”
“No!” I say, a little too quickly, “Just keep driving.”
“All right, but I gotta warn you, darlin’, you keep writhing that way, and I’m gonna need to pull the car over and knock one out myself.” He shrugs. “Or fuck you senseless.”
She's also a compulsive, flagrant prevaricator who gets to make things up for a living.
While Sugartown may not technically exist, Carmen grew up in a small Australian town just like it, and just like her characters, she always longed for something more. They didn't have an Elijah Cade, though. If they did, you can be sure she would have never left.
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