The Hard Line by Paula Dombrowiak is AVAILABLE NOW! You can grab the eBook or paperback at your favorite retailer.
I’ve always been the reliable twin—the grounded one who stayed behind while my sister chased dreams. Until I kiss a masked musician whose touch sets my world on fire.
There’s something hauntingly familiar about him – until I discover he’s Jesse O’Donnell, my childhood friend who I’ve secretly loved forever. The boy who grew into a gorgeous, tortured musician with secrets in his eyes and demons I don’t understand.
I’m tangled in a relationship that’s equal parts thrilling and reckless. With Jesse, I finally feel alive—taking risks, breaking rules, discovering parts of myself I never knew existed.
When I tell him I’m pregnant, I brace for everything… except when he tells me to get rid of it.
Now I’m on one side of the door. He’s on the other, begging for a second chance.
But I have to ask myself: did Jesse ever take the mask off… or did I just fall for the illusion?
A soulful, slow-burn rockstar romance where childhood friends become lovers, a masked musician hides behind his lyrics, and love becomes the melody that heals them both.
The Hard Line is the third book in the Blood & Bone legacy series, a second gen novel featuring the children from Paula Dombrowiak’s Blood & Bone series.
EXCERPT:
“I don’t know how to ride a horse.”
“Scared?” I lift an eyebrow.
He leans in close and I forget to breathe. “No.”
I grin, leaning in closer so my nose touches his cheek. “I think you’re lying, Jesse.” I press a kiss to his jaw.
A low sound rumbles in his throat, and his hand finds my hip, fingers curling against the bone, pulling me a fraction closer. Heat blooms where his fingers press and I lean into it. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”
He steps back, loosening his grip on me, and I feel the loss immediately.
“Isn’t this going to wake up your parents?” he asks as I grab a few things from the tack room.
Valid point. But I’ve taken Joplin on night rides as exposure therapy before, and right now the risk is worth it. “If we get caught, I’ll just blame it on you,” I giggle as Jesse grabs my waist.
Ten minutes later, I have Joplin saddled and bridled. Jesse watches from a safe distance as I lead her out the back of the barn, clearly uncertain about this whole plan, which is honestly adorable.
“She’s bigger than she looked in the stall,” he says, eyeing Joplin’s broad back.
“Do you trust me?”
Without hesitation, he nods.
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