Take Me by Ella Sheridan ♥♥♥♥
I haven’t read Ella Sheridan before this, but I sure will
now. The writing was engaging and the drama was well portrayed. I found that I
thoroughly enjoy her style. As I read I could insert myself into the world she
created. The characters are easy to identify with. She portrays emotion with
detail and depth.
Peyton has a huge reason for coming to town. But she didn’t
know that Gabe would be there…or his twin Sam.
Peyton is opening a restaurant so that her motives aren’t
questioned. Her feelings for the twins
confuse her but she won’t run.
Sam and Gabe are policemen and they are hunting for drug
dealers in their town and are determined to stop the cartel from moving in.
Juggling this and Peyton takes its toll.
I was gifted this book in exchange for an honest review.
A nightmare coming to an end…
Peyton Harrison came to Claywater to bring her kidnapped son home. The last thing she expects is to run into Gabe Harrison, the man who abandoned her before her son was born. Her body might want to take up where they left off, but her heart remembers Gabe’s betrayal all too well—and everything she’d risk for momentary pleasure.
A past catching up to them…
Gabe always knew he’d share the love of his life with his twin brother, Sam, except he’d found that love far too young. He did the honorable thing and walked away, but now an adult Peyton is in his hometown and keeping secrets behind her world-weary eyes.
Sam is knee-deep in a drug investigation threatening the town he loves. Peyton’s arrival is a distraction he doesn’t need; still, he can’t deny her pull. He and Gabe have always stood together, but now the one woman they both want may be the one thing that divides them.
A future threatened…
When violence shatters their world, the past and present intertwine in ways none of them expected. Anticipating their enemy’s next move is the only way to keep their son safe, but what about their hearts?
Time
to man up.
The
creak of the stairs echoed his uneasiness as he climbed to the second floor. As
open as the first, it would easily transform into a secondary dining room or
banquet area. At the moment, however, it was serving as storage. He could hear
Peyton rummaging through something around the corner from a huge cabinet that
blocked his view. Stealing himself against the chaos racing through his brain,
he stepped into the room.
And
stood there, dumbfounded all over again, barely resisting the urge to glare
down at his crotch with a what the fuck
are you thinking? It seemed nothing had changed—if he was in Peyton’s
presence, he was hard and hurting; that’s all there was to it.
“You
look just the way I remember you,” he finally said.
Peyton
muttered something that sounded like “At least you remember,” but he couldn’t
be sure. When the silence threatened to crack his teeth, he was gritting them
so hard, he tried again. “Looks like the place needs work. When you planning to
open?”
Stiff
spine, no more muttering, but the box she was kneeling beside was getting a
cavity search like nobody’s business. Gabe switched to his don’t-fuck-with-me
cop tone. “What are you doing here, Peyton?”
Peyton
didn’t even flinch. This was definitely not the girl he’d known in Memphis.
“That much should be obvious,” she said. Metal clinked a sharp accompaniment to
her words.
“In
Claywater?” He stepped forward carefully, fighting the instinct to pick her up
and shake her. She always had ripped his control to tiny fucking shreds. “Why
here? Why now? You’re a long way from Memphis, baby.”
Now
that got a reaction. Peyton shot up and around, her expression and her tone
both dripping venom. “Don’t you ever call me that again.” She sucked in a deep
breath, and he could almost hear the rattle of emotion in her chest. What was
it? Anger, certainly, but then what—pain, like him? Disgust? At him or herself?
Because unless he missed his guess, there was hunger in the mix, a hunger that
matched his own.
“I
don’t have to explain anything to you, Gabe. You lost that right a long time
ago, if you ever had it to begin with, so don’t bother questioning me. I have
as much right to be here as anyone else.”
“Stalking
me, baby?” This time he used the word
deliberately. The need in his gut felt like a bomb just waiting for the fuse to
burn down. He had to find out why she was here and then get out before it was
too late.
The
raspberry Peyton blew filled the air between them with her scorn. “Sure, I’m
following you. Right. Like I knew where you lived after you walked out on me
without so much as a good-bye note.” Her body tightened, her face going blank
of all emotion, all reaction, and her control—such a sharp contrast to the way
he felt right now—shook him to the core. She jerked her head in a terse
negative. “No, Gabe. This is my place. It’s time for you to leave.” A tiny
smile curled the corner of her mouth. “Again.”
Too late had been reached. His body responded to
her challenge without thought, without restraint. He stalked her, silent and
deadly, his muscles readying for battle—and looking forward to every minute of
it, if his erection was any indication. Each step had Peyton backing away in
equal measure, although she didn’t give him the satisfaction of fear. Or words.
Only the movement of her body spoke.
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