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A single
mom and tortured musician find common ground in Scarlett Cole's REDEEMED, the
second standalone romance about the band PRELOAD. Elliott “Pyro” Dawson has a
past he's fought like hell to 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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Elliot Redeemed (Preleoad #2) by Scarlett Cole
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 many 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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