Once and Again, Barrett Creek Book 1 from Megyn Ward is FREE until Sept 11th!
Available on Amazon and in Kindle Unlimited
Blurb:
Riggs Wheeler was my first everything.
My first crush.
My first kiss.
My first heartbreak.
He was my older brother, Beck’s best friend, and I used to follow them constantly—begging to be included.
Go home, Tagalong. You’re too little to keep up.
That’s what Beck always called me.
Tagalong.
Not Riggs though—he always called me Gem.
I used to think it meant something. Grew up believing that someday he’d open his eyes and see me. Someday, he’d realize that what he’s been looking for has been right in front of him all along. When he joined the military, I panicked because someday wasn’t coming soon enough and if I wanted him to see me before he left, I’d have to make him look at me.
I’d have to tell him how I felt.
What I wanted before it was too late.
When I kissed him that night, he kissed me back.
I thought that meant something too.
I was wrong.
Now Beck lives in LA—a big-time movie star and I’m still little Tagalong. Still trying to keep up. Still looking for a place to belong. Someone to call home.
When Riggs comes back to Barrett it becomes my job to take care of him.
A wounded warrior, he’s so bitter and broken I barely recognize him.
But he still calls me Gem.
Still looks at me like I’m something worth seeing.
Still kisses me like he means it, and maybe, just maybe… that’s enough to heal us both.
Tropes:
Brother’s Best Friend
First Love
Wounded Warrior
Forced Proximity
Found Family
Small Town
Short Excerpt:
This isn’t me.
I’m not possessive. I’m not jealous. I’m not demanding. I’m not the guy who
gets off on knowing another man is listening while I fuck. I don’t care how many
partners a woman has had. Where I am in the hierarchy of men she’s had inside
her. That’s not who I am.
Except that it is.
When I’m with her, that’s exactly who I am.
That’s what Gemma does to me. What she’s always done—even before I
knew what it felt like to make her come. What she looked like while she falls
apart for me. How dangerously undone I feel when she moans my name. How
completely unhinged I become when I think about her with someone else.
Knowing no one else has had her does something to me. Makes me into
someone I don’t particularly like. Someone who scares me. A man who isn’t
entirely in control.
That’s who I am when I’m with her.
A man obsessed.
A man who will do absolutely anything to possess her.
Tearing my mouth away from hers, I drag in a ragged breath, trying to
reason with the part of myself that I’ve been grappling with since the moment I
saw her again.
The part of me that loves her.
The part that will rail and rage against the rest of me when I leave her
again.
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