From NYT Bestselling author M. MALONE, comes a heartbreakingly sexy new story about second chances...
Death took everything from him.
Jackson Alexander was born with the voice of an angel and his only dream was to “make it". But his devotion to his music meant he was too busy working to protect his wife. After her death, he made a promise to himself.
He’d never sing again.
Ridley Wells has a habit of picking the wrong men but she’s never ended up on the radar of a Mafia don before. Hiding out with her twin sister makes the most sense except she never thought her sister would be halfway around the world. Or that she'd be mistaken for her sister by the sexiest man she has ever seen.
There’s a dark, broken spirit inside of Jackson that she knows she can heal. But the depth of her lies threatens the trust between them until Ri has to make a choice.
Trust him or break him all over again.
~ ~ EXCERPT ~ ~
"No. Stay." Those two simple words halted her in her tracks. He smiled a slow, sexy grin before pulling open the second drawer in his bureau. He rummaged for a while, pulling out shirts and then pushing them back in. "I'm trying to find one of my shorter ones so it won't swallow you up."
"Oh, I like them longer. It'll hang lower and cover my legs like a nightgown."
He stopped digging and glanced at her. Then his eyes dipped lower to take in her bare legs exposed by the mid-thigh, terry-cloth shorts she wore. "Right."
He held out a shirt and Ridley took it carefully, making sure their fingers didn't touch.
"Well, thanks again. Good night." She fled the room, racing down the darkened hallway, not stopping until she reached the door of the guest room. She turned the handle and opened the door, but before she entered she looked back.
She had to.
Jackson stood in the same position next to his dresser. The heat of his gaze burned over her entire body and she shivered as her nipples peaked against her shirt. She didn't know him well enough to interpret the look on his face but she could interpret her body's response.
God, she wanted him.
He'd been nothing but a gentleman all day, seeing to her every need, listening to her vent and keeping her company. He hadn't made any moves on her, hadn't done anything suggestive or said anything provocative. Was he just being a good host and making sure she made it to her room?
Or was he imagining what she would look like when she stripped off her clothes and went to bed wearing nothing but his shirt?
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Death took everything from him.
Jackson Alexander was born with the voice of an angel and his only dream was to “make it". But his devotion to his music meant he was too busy working to protect his wife. After her death, he made a promise to himself.
He’d never sing again.
Ridley Wells has a habit of picking the wrong men but she’s never ended up on the radar of a Mafia don before. Hiding out with her twin sister makes the most sense except she never thought her sister would be halfway around the world. Or that she'd be mistaken for her sister by the sexiest man she has ever seen.
There’s a dark, broken spirit inside of Jackson that she knows she can heal. But the depth of her lies threatens the trust between them until Ri has to make a choice.
Trust him or break him all over again.
~ ~ EXCERPT ~ ~
"No. Stay." Those two simple words halted her in her tracks. He smiled a slow, sexy grin before pulling open the second drawer in his bureau. He rummaged for a while, pulling out shirts and then pushing them back in. "I'm trying to find one of my shorter ones so it won't swallow you up."
"Oh, I like them longer. It'll hang lower and cover my legs like a nightgown."
He stopped digging and glanced at her. Then his eyes dipped lower to take in her bare legs exposed by the mid-thigh, terry-cloth shorts she wore. "Right."
He held out a shirt and Ridley took it carefully, making sure their fingers didn't touch.
"Well, thanks again. Good night." She fled the room, racing down the darkened hallway, not stopping until she reached the door of the guest room. She turned the handle and opened the door, but before she entered she looked back.
She had to.
Jackson stood in the same position next to his dresser. The heat of his gaze burned over her entire body and she shivered as her nipples peaked against her shirt. She didn't know him well enough to interpret the look on his face but she could interpret her body's response.
God, she wanted him.
He'd been nothing but a gentleman all day, seeing to her every need, listening to her vent and keeping her company. He hadn't made any moves on her, hadn't done anything suggestive or said anything provocative. Was he just being a good host and making sure she made it to her room?
Or was he imagining what she would look like when she stripped off her clothes and went to bed wearing nothing but his shirt?
~ Download your copy and start reading ONE MORE DAY now! ~
