DARK SURRENDERING BOOK BLURB:
Ryder Blythe is is a
disaster. A red-headed, tattooed, dirty-talking disaster. But that
doesn't stop Sloane Harris from being totally and absolutely attracted
to him. She knows he's bad news, but she can't fight the way she feels.
Plus, it's hard to avoid him since he's her best friend's fiancé's brother. But Sloane can't ignore the issues Ryder has following his unintentional overdose. Ryder flirts with darkness and Sloane's not sure if she can fight being dragged down with him.
It seems like only a matter of time before Ryder will self-destruct. Is Sloane willing to take that risk? Or will Ryder finally get his life together and become the man she needs?
Plus, it's hard to avoid him since he's her best friend's fiancé's brother. But Sloane can't ignore the issues Ryder has following his unintentional overdose. Ryder flirts with darkness and Sloane's not sure if she can fight being dragged down with him.
It seems like only a matter of time before Ryder will self-destruct. Is Sloane willing to take that risk? Or will Ryder finally get his life together and become the man she needs?
EXCERPT:
“You’re staring at me again,” I
said.
“I know. I can’t help it. You’re
an interesting and extraordinary person.” Well, I wouldn’t go that far.
Our cupcakes arrived and
distracted both of us.
“F*ck me gently with a chainsaw,
this is so good,” I said as I took a bite of the Oreo cookie. All of the
cupcakes here were filled with extra frosting, so it oozed out when you bit into
it.
“Holy sh*t,” Ryder said, taking a
bite of the Red Velvet. He got frosting on his nose, and I laughed.
“You’ve got a little something on
your nose,” I said.
“Get it for me?” he asked. I thought
about wiping it with a napkin, but used my finger instead.
“Thanks,” he said.
“No problem.” We went back to our
cupcakes, and I considered ordering more because they were just so damn good.
“Life will never be the same,” I
said. “This is all your fault. Now I’m going to be addicted to this place, and
I will have no money because I spent it all on cupcakes. I’m going to get so
fat. Are you happy now?” I asked, scraping the last of the bits of cupcake off
my plate. I thought about licking the crumbs, but that seemed like a bad idea
in public.
“You know, I think they deliver,”
he said, wiping his face with a napkin.
“Shut the f*ck up right now. You
are kidding.”
He held up the menu and pointed to
the part that said they delivered anywhere in the city.
“You bastard,” I said, grabbing
the menu from him and typing the number into my phone so I could use it to call
anytime I wanted cupcakes, which would be always.
“How about I buy you another
round? Drinks and cupcakes.”
I shook my head. “No, you bought the
tea and cronuts. It’s my turn to pay for something.”
He sighed heavily.
“If this was a date, which it
isn’t, you could pay. But it’s not a date. So you lose, fire crotch,” I said.
He choked on his seltzer water and
sprayed it over the bar. That earned him nasty looks from those around us, but
the bartender just handed us a stack of napkins with a smile.
“You two are cute together,” she
said.
“Who, us?” I asked.
“Yes, you. How long have you been
together?”
I looked at Ryder, wondering how
we should handle this. He just put his arm around me and turned toward the
bartender.
“Three months,” he said. “It’s our
anniversary.” The f*ck? I gave him a stunned look and he just winked at me.
“Isn’t that right, baby?” Ugh. I
hated it when guys called their girlfriends baby. It was so degrading. Or at
least I’d thought it was degrading. But that was before Ryder called me baby
and it made me feel all giggly.
He squeezed my shoulder, as if
asking me to play along. Oh, what the hell.
“That’s right, sweetie. Three glorious
months.” I smiled at the bartender, and she leaned in so she wouldn’t be
overheard.
“How about I bring you something
special? On the house.”
“Um, sure,” I said. “That’s so
nice of you.”
“Really, thank you,” Ryder added.
She waved off the thanks. “It’s
nothing. I’m just a fan of people in love. I think it should be celebrated,
especially with cupcakes. I’ll be right back.”
She vanished and came back a few
moments later with a cupcake that was so large, it was the size of three normal
cupcakes. There was something stuck in it that she lighted which turned out to
be a small sparkler.
“Congratulations,” she said, and
then headed off to take more orders. The people around us all stared.
“They probably think it’s one of
our birthdays,” I said to Ryder.
“Probably. We should blow that out
before it sets something on fire.” He had a good point. He picked up the
sparkler and doused it in the rest of his seltzer water.
“That’s one way to do it,” I said,
and picked up my fork. The cupcake was vanilla with a creamy white marshmallow
frosting, and it was filled with what was almost like raw cake batter with
sprinkles.
“How is it?” Ryder asked, watching
me as I chewed and swallowed with relish.
“Have a bite and see,” I said,
pointing to his fork.
He did and banged his fist on the
table. “Damn, that is good.”
We slowly ate the rest of the
giant cupcake. Good thing I didn’t eat dinner or else I might not have managed
it. I finished my third bellini and leaned over on the bar. It was probably
dirty, but I didn’t care.
“You happy we came here?” he
asked, pushing aside the now-empty plate.
“Happy. Full of cake. Same thing.”
“Agreed.”
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