Series: Break on Through Book 2
by Harper Kincaid
Love wasn’t in the script…
Break on Through, Book 2
Former man-eater Samantha Lockhart has been an actress long enough to be able to spot a smooth-talking player a mile away. Dark-haired, bourbon-eyed, a wicked smile…Kyle Masterson is one of the best.
From his bad-boy motorcycle boots to his good-ole-boy Southern drawl, everything about Kyle screams sex appeal. But after a tragedy hits close to home, Sam tries to convince herself she’s done with players on and off the stage.
Kyle, a V-twin-riding divorce attorney, has witnessed enough horror stories of love gone wrong to know that while women are welcome in his bed, they’re definitely not in his future. But once the petite, mercurial redhead catches his eye, he can’t think of anything—or anyone—else.
Sam’s trust doesn’t come easy, but the more time they spend together, the deeper they both fall. Yet just as they’re breaking through each other’s barriers, someone who doesn’t like being upstaged makes a deadly play of his own. And if Sam refuses, she may not be able to breathe a word to anyone…ever.
Warning: Contains a small-town thespian who isn’t easily fooled and a lawyer with a weakness for V-twin engines and sassy redheads.
HEART BREAKER (Break on Through, #2)
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RULE BREAKER (Break on Through, #1)
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“Samantha, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to get you under me.”
I peered into his hooded eyes, which barely contained his excitement and, if I wasn’t mistaken, a hint of arrogance? Then his lips curled into a smirk. He was obviously pleased with his seemingly inevitable conquest.
Considering I had only known my leading man, the Hamlet to my Ophelia, for a couple of months, his statement surprised me. I had known he was interested from day one of rehearsals. Not to be rude, but he was totally transparent: the failed clandestine glances, the unnecessary brush-ups against me when he passed. And when I didn’t immediately reciprocate his rather prosaic attempts at grabbing my attention, he had resorted to flirting with other female cast members, but only when he was sure I was watching.
Usually such passive-aggressive behavior would’ve crossed him off my list of possibilities, but the night of the wrap party, he dropped the games long enough to pique my interest. Now, we were back at the Adams Morgan apartment I shared with my awesome younger sister, Jessica, in DC. We were in the midst of kissing and groping one another when he had to blow it and get that cocky expression on his face, looking as if he had already experienced the triumph of having had me.
What an idiot, I thought. I was tempted to kick him out, but the truth was, I had gone without sex for several months and I really needed a release. For all of his strutting around like a peacock, I had hoped he had some erotic skills worth my time. So far, on a scale from one to ten, I gave him a six.
“You’ve just met me fairly recently. Couldn’t have been lusting after me for too long a time.”
“That’s true—” he trailed the tip of his tongue down the pulse point of my neck, “—but I saw a couple of your performances last season and have been mildly obsessed with fucking you ever since then. In fact—” he took off his shirt, “—I only auditioned because I heard you always perform in at least one of the Shakespeare Company’s productions every season. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered.”
Harper Kincaid's Bio:
A woman with the heart of a revolutionary,
The mind of a pragmatist,
And the inappropriate humor of your tipsy BFF...
Born in California and raised in South Florida, I've moved around like a gypsy with a bounty on my head ever since. Along the way, I've worked as a community organizer, a professional matchmaker, an art teacher, a popular blogger, and a crisis counselor (to name a few). All the while, longing to have the guts and follow-through to do what I really wanted: to write and become a published author. That wish has finally come true and I am tickled pink with glitter over this good piece of fortune.
What else? Hmm...I love indie, lo-fi, complaint rock played on vinyl, wearing black because it's slimming, the theater, well-informed optimism, happy endings (both kinds),and making those close to me laugh 'til they snort. I'm a self-admitted change junkie, loving new experiences and places, but have now happily settled in the cutest lil' town, Vienna, Virginia. I totally love hearing from readers so stalk me via social media or email me at HarperKincaid26@gmail.com!