Author: Kennedy Ryan
Series: Soul #3
Published by Self-Published
Release Date August 15, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance, New Adult Romance
More Info: Goodreads
People dream of a love that runs deep. So deep it feels like it's always been with you, just waiting for the person who'll own your heart and soul forever. So few ever find it, but for Rhyson Gray and Kai Pearson, happily ever after was only the beginning...
One of the biggest rock stars in the world and one of the brightest rising stars make a life together. Sometimes it's glamour-filled days and blissed out nights, but it's mostly staying true in the too-bright glare of the spotlight. It's long stretches where the road is lonely and the work is hard. It's living in a love that's the safest place you know even while danger lurks at your door.
Book 3 of The Soul series is an emotionally-charged epic conclusion that had to be told and should not be missed for fans of this series and this couple!
Series: Soul #3
Genre: Contemporary/NA Romance
Author: Kennedy Ryan
Release Date: August 15, 2016
I know it’s just a date, but it feels special. We’re not party people. We’re as content…no, more content…staying home. Or going to the studio. Or to the beach.But a date? Dinner? Like normal people? Yeah, I’m excited.
Ella thought it would be fun to play up my Asian ancestry. The shantung silk dress she brought over is the color of cherries and has black piping. It’s sleeveless with a stiff mandarin collar framing my neck. High side slits extend from the mid-calf hem to a few inches above my knees, flashing my thighs with each step. The material clings to my every dip and curve. Ella insisted I ditch the bra, so my breasts strain against the tight material. The rear view provides the dress’s true drama. A tiny onyx button clasps at my nape, and from there the dress cuts out, laying my entire back bare. The dress lovingly exaggerates and cups the rounded curve of my butt.
Glancing over my shoulder, even I see that it is…provocative. Ella knotted my hair and secured it with shiny black chopsticks. My make up is heavier than usual, with pencil and smoky shadow highlighting the slant of my eyes. My lips pop a vibrant matte red.
“Kai!” Rhyson’s voice climbs the stairs. “Come on, babe. We’ve got a reservation.”
“Be right down,” I yell back. Why do we even have intercom when Rhyson always resorts to the old cup and string method of communication?
“Oh!” Ella digs in her little bag of tricks, handing me a small beaded clutch. “You’ll need this.”
“And those.” She points to the backless heels on the bed which add a good four inches to my height.
I step into the heels, teetering a little until I get used to the air up here.
“Pep!” Rhyson yells again from downstairs. “Baby, we need to go.”
Ella gathers her things and heads toward the landing with me. We’re chatting, laughing over something from Grip’s shoot, when I catch sight of Rhyson at the bottom of the stairs wearing a slate gray suit with a navy button up, no tie. The slacks are impeccably tailored. He’s gotten his hair cut today. Must have been one of his “appointments.” It’s tapered in the back and on the sides, but still longer on top, dipping into his eyes. He looks like exactly what he is. A devastating famous rock star who can have anyone he wants. If I pinched myself every time I tried to wake up from this dream where I’m the one he wants, I’d be black and blue for the rest of our lives.
I stop right in front of him on the last step, which between my high heels and the elevation of the step, puts us basically eye to eye. We stare at one another for long moments, his eyes thoroughly assessing me, and mine doing the same. Ella says her good-byes, and I wave vaguely in her direction, transfixed by Rhyson’s stormy gaze. Finally he grabs my hand, draws my wrist to his lips and leaves a sweet kiss there.
“Well, I hope you’re happy,” he says softly, making another journey up and then down my body with his eyes. “You did it.”
“Did what?” I’m startled by how husky and breathless I sound.
“You’ve made me want to stay home and say screw our plans.”
I lean in to plant a kiss on his full lips, barely resisting the impulse to thrust my tongue in and set off some fireworks. I step down and walk past him. His indrawn breath once he sees the back of the dress renders a pleased smile on my face. My hand is on the door handle when his wide palm splays over my stomach, pulling me up short. His hard chest warms my back.
“Your ass in this dress is obscene, Pep,” he husks at my ear, grinding his erection into my butt. I’m reminded of my own cries bouncing off the bathroom walls this morning when he took me from behind as we watched each other in the mirror.
I glance up and over my shoulder, giving him my most seductive smile and turn to face him.
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It seems the things worth keeping are often the hardest to hold…
I had two things in life that mattered. My mother and my music.
Mama was taken from me too soon, and now music is all I have left. It’s the thing that’s pushed me right out of backwoods Georgia into Los Angeles, where the line between fantasy and reality shimmers and blurs. I’m finally making my way, making my mark. I can’t afford to fall for one of music’s brightest stars. Not now. Music is all I have left, and I’m holding on tight with both hands. I won’t let go, not even for Rhyson Gray.
I had one thing in my life that mattered – music. The only constant, it’s taken me to heights most people only dream about; a gift dropped in my lap at birth. I thought it was enough. I thought it was everything until I met Kai. Now she’s all I think about, like a song I can’t get out of my head. If I have to chase her, if I have to give up everything – I will. And once she’s mine, I won’t let go.
She doesn’t wear my ring.
We never stood before a preacher.
The only vows exchanged were between our bodies; between our souls.
But she was mine and I was hers until I ruined it. I have to believe that every day, every step, every breath brings me closer to making things right.
To making her mine again.
I’ve seen promises broken.
I know love makes no guarantees.
But things were different for Rhys and me, until he lied, and I walked away. Only there’s a chain between our hearts that I can’t break. Even if I forgive him, a shadow from my past hangs over us; over this love that reaches all the way down to my soul.