We are SO happy to share with you this teaser from Kele Moon’s untitled book # 3 in the Battered Hearts Series. Links to books 1 and 2 are below. Enjoy a snippet of Wyatt’s story!
“You’re pretty good at this. Who needs a doctor?”
“I have taped up my fair share of cuts over the years.” Wyatt gave her a wide smile that made him so handsome it nearly stole Tabitha’s breath.
“I guess you have.” Tabitha knew Wyatt had spent his life fighting in and outside the cage and yet wasn’t really any worse for the wear for it. “And here I was worrying about a scar.”
“Nah, you’ll be fine.” Wyatt caressed her leg once more, making her shiver against her will. “Let it heal. Put some vitamin E oil on it for a few months and it’ll be good as new.”
Before Tabitha could respond, he stood and sat back down on the bed with the kit in hand, this time behind her. He ran his finger over her bare shoulder, gently touching the tender spot that hit the cinderblock. Underneath that frisson of desire from the gentle caress was the novelty of being touched by a man. It’s something simple, something most women probably took for granted, but it was something Tabitha thought she’d never have again.
“It’s more bruising than anything. I’m going to just put some ointment on it and a bandage. No sense doing the peroxide thing again.”
Tabitha took a shuddering breath. “Much appreciated.”
She let Wyatt doctor her shoulder, savoring the feel of his touch that was tender despite his large size and dangerous fists. Her nerves had settled considerably and for just that moment she focused all her energy on trying to remember everything about being with him again. Like the combined smell of Wyatt’s soap and expensive aftershave. The cool feel of the ointment on tender skin. The sound of the bandage being opened. The general hum of powerful energy that seemed to vibrate off men like Wyatt. Assured, successful, handsome and charming, he’d always had such a strong sense of self. The path Wyatt was supposed to take in life had been crystal clear for him from a very young age. Knowing the right route to take had made him extremely self-confident and that’d forever be appealing to Tabitha.
“All better,” Wyatt announced as he closed the first-aid kit. “Unless you’d like me to kiss it to speed up the healing process.”
She laughed. “I’m sure that’s the last thing you want to do.”
“I wouldn’t be that sure.”
Tabitha’s heart did a little flip in her chest when she heard the catch in his voice that sounded like the cross between a promise and a threat. She craned her neck curiously, looking at him in surprise. “Wy–”
“I’m gonna take off and let you rest.” Wyatt made a move to leave, but Tabitha grabbed his hand on instinct and squeezed like her life depended on it. Something about that desperation must have translated because Wyatt closed his eyes as if looking for strength he didn’t have. “Tab, you should lemme go. I ain’t so sure I can be the fella you remember. I’ve been lonely for too long. That can make a man go feral after the first decade.”
Tabitha heard the warning that she was holding on to something akin to a caged tiger, one who was angry, lonely and neglected by the very person who’d sworn to love him. The confession held terrible implications. It was something she’d never even considered, that Wyatt had been as sexually isolated as she was, with only the memories of something long lost to sustain her. She hadn’t wanted that for him, not once in all the years they’d been separated. The pain welled up between them as he stood there stoically. She squeezed his hand tighter, willing all the loss to disappear, if even for one day.
“I want you to kiss it better,” she whispered, not knowing how else to convey the need to fix what felt irrevocably broken. “Please.”
Wyatt shook his head. “I ain’t kidding. I haven’t been with–”
“Don’t–” She cut him off, not wanting to hear the confession. “You need it. I do too. It’s been such a long day. Lets just forget the rest for a little while.”
She expected him to deny her. A part of her was sort of hoping he would because she wasn’t even certain she could do what she was suggesting, but at the same time, she needed it desperately. Just once. Some sort of confirmation that she was still human and could live and love and experience real passion like everyone else.
Even before things went bad, Wyatt had always been the only one for her. If she didn’t take this opportunity, she may never have another one and that was easily the most depressing thought of the day, which was saying something.
Rather than turn and leave, Wyatt released her hand and sat behind her once more. Even without seeing it, she could actually sense the tension off him as he remained silent behind her, but so close she could feel the heat off his big body. Then he touched her shoulder, making her jump because the reality of what she’d just gotten herself into hit her like a ton of bricks.
She jumped a second time when he leaned down to press his lips above the bandage on the back of her shoulder instead. She was still trying to recover from the shock of pleasure it caused when he moved up to the curve of her neck, his warm breath fanning over her sensitive skin, leaving a wave of goose bumps in his wake.
Tabitha squeezed her eyes shut against the rush of emotion that was so overwhelming it left her choked up and struggling for breath. “I love you, Wy.”
It came out of her so easily, as if the past had never happened and she couldn’t take it back if she wanted to because it was one of the most heartfelt things that had ever left her mouth. She was shaking. The tears rolled down her cheeks without warning and Wyatt didn’t question or doubt any of it.
He just wrapped one powerful arm around her waist, and then pulled her close to lean down and whisper in her ear, “I love you too.”
About the Author
A freckle-faced redhead born and raised in Hawaii, Kele Moon has always been a bit of a sore thumb and has come to enjoy the novelty of it. She thrives on pushing the envelope and finding ways to make the impossible work in her story telling. With a mad passion for romance, she adores the art of falling in love. The only rules she believes in is that, in love, there are no rules and true love knows no bounds.
So obsessed is she with the beauty of romance and the novelty of creating it, she’s lost in her own wonder world most of the time. Thankfully she married her own dark, handsome, brooding hero who has infinite patience for her airy ways and attempts to keep her grounded. When she leaves her keys in the refrigerator or her cell phone in the oven, he’s usually there to save her from herself. The two of them now reside in Florida with their three beautiful children, who make their lives both fun and challenging in equal parts—they wouldn’t have it any other way.