Insignificant
by Kelly Lincoln
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Blurb
When Taylor was four years old,
she became an orphan and her childhood spiraled into darkness. She spent years
lying, hiding, and avoiding any love offered to her until she was old enough to
run away from all the threats of her past.
Now twenty-two, Taylor doesn’t think she’s worth more than being the kind of
girl a guy hooks up with in the back room of a bar after her band plays. She
definitely isn’t the one you bring home to meet Mom and Dad.
An unlikely rescue puts her in Ethan’s sight. He’s her total opposite, though.
Ethan is a sexy dork who sees beyond Taylor’s guarded exterior. He sees past
the tattoos and piercings. He sees her.
But they both have secrets capable of destroying their relationship. And if
Taylor’s past ever catches up with her, the consequences could be deadly.
What Reviewers Are Saying...
"Taylor and Ethan SWOON !! I loved them so much. Not a typical love story at all. So many pieces to this book were refreshing and new. I couldn't get enough of these two together and that is just a piece of the story!" -We Stole Your Book Boyfriend
"What a thrilling, exciting and unexpected roller coaster of a book that has been one of my favourite reads this year! We have so many twists, so many brilliant characters, romance and drama, with a thrilling plot line that seriously will keep you guessing the whole way through." -Red Cheeks Reads
"I have never read a romantic suspense like this one. It's a slow build that suddenly strikes out and grabs you in the best way possible. There were times when I asked myself "What is HAPPENING right now?!" -Books Need TLC
Excerpt
I shined the enlarger on the paper and picked up the photo
after I turned it off. Ethan was still behind me, and I swallowed as I turned
around. Looking at him in this sexy orange lighting was really—
A quiet popping noise invaded our silent room, and the
orange light went out, leaving us in darkness. I flinched in surprise, brushing
against Ethan. He put his hands on my arms. "The light burned out."
I laughed, trying to distract myself from my tingly arms. "Yeah, Captain Obvious. I can tell."
He laughed softly. "I have another one, I'll go change it. We just have to…" His grip tightened, and he drew me closer to him as he turned me so we switched places. One hand moved from my arm and to my back as his voice dropped. "…trade places. Because it’s on the shelf.”
I laughed, trying to distract myself from my tingly arms. "Yeah, Captain Obvious. I can tell."
He laughed softly. "I have another one, I'll go change it. We just have to…" His grip tightened, and he drew me closer to him as he turned me so we switched places. One hand moved from my arm and to my back as his voice dropped. "…trade places. Because it’s on the shelf.”
"Right," I whispered. When he shifted us, I
dropped the paper, but I really couldn’t have cared less now that his arms were
around me. Without thinking, I reached out and held my breath when my fingers
brushed against smooth skin. I trailed to
the side and found his hair. Moving along the side of his face, I stopped right
before his chin and hesitated. Touching him was so ballsy. He might not want me doing this.
When I stopped, he let out a soft groan, and his fingers moved under the hem of my shirt, barely grazing the skin of my lower back. I took a shaky breath and raised my other hand, tracing the planes of his face, the one line across his forehead, the rise and fall of his glasses, the bridge of his nose, and the indent in his chin, so slight it was barely noticeable. His thin top lip. His full bottom one. Over and over again, and his breaths came out deep as his fingers kept moving lightly against my bare skin.
I whimpered as he put his other hand on the side of my face. Fucking whimpered.
When I stopped, he let out a soft groan, and his fingers moved under the hem of my shirt, barely grazing the skin of my lower back. I took a shaky breath and raised my other hand, tracing the planes of his face, the one line across his forehead, the rise and fall of his glasses, the bridge of his nose, and the indent in his chin, so slight it was barely noticeable. His thin top lip. His full bottom one. Over and over again, and his breaths came out deep as his fingers kept moving lightly against my bare skin.
I whimpered as he put his other hand on the side of my face. Fucking whimpered.
“I like this,” he whispered, as his fingers followed my
eyebrows, over the piercing and down toward my cheek.
I kept tracing his lips as he touched me, all too aware
of the strong ache between my legs.
“Me, too,” I breathed.
My pulse echoed in my head as his hand rested under my
chin with his thumb on my lip ring. Neither one of us moved.
I couldn’t fucking handle it anymore. “Ethan?”
“Yes?” his soft voice replied.
“Kiss me already.”
About the Author
Kelly Lincoln is the author of Insignificant and Beyond Repair. She enjoys reading, inappropriate jokes, all things Disney, and spending time with her family. She lives in the northeast and drinks way too much Diet Coke.
For character bios, playlists, and news about upcoming releases, please visit www.kellylincoln.com. You can also find Kelly when she's avoiding writing on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKellyLincoln/ or on Twitter @KLincolnWrites.
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