My Song For You
by Stina Lindenblatt
Sept 6th, 2016
At twenty-one, Jared Leigh had been prepared to give up the life of a touring musician to be a father after getting his girlfriend pregnant. When she told him that she’d gotten an abortion, Jared was devastated. Now at least he has the groupies to keep him company—until a blast from the past rocks his world.
Callie Talbert hasn’t seen her sister’s ex since high school. But after Callie bumps into Jared while she’s grocery shopping with four-year-old Logan, there’s a spark that wasn’t there before. Jared quickly realizes that her deaf “son” is the same age his own child would have been. When Jared demands to know more about Logan, Callie panics. There are things she just can’t tell him. Besides, Jared’s a bad-boy rocker, not a dependable father figure. He’ll move on to his next gig soon enough . . . right?
Trouble is, Jared refuses to be pushed away, and the more quality time he spends with Logan, the more he’s captivated by the woman Callie has become. When the truth is revealed, Jared only hopes that the three of them have what it takes to become a real family.
EXCERPT
Callie
I grabbed us some drinks, and Jared and I settled on the couch. I curled up at one end. He sat in the middle. At one point during the show, he lifted my feet onto his lap and removed my socks.
“What are you doing?” I asked, relieved I had at least bothered to redo my nail polish last night. Not that I’d expected anyone—least of all Jared—to see my red toenails.
“You worked twelve hours, so I bet your feet are sore.”
My feet. My shoulders. My entire body.
“So I’m going to massage them,” he explained.
“And I’m guessing you’re a pro at that?”
He smiled, and as usual his dimples almost did me in.
At his expert touch, my feet turned to liquid—not to mention a few other body parts. Each nerve fiber came alive, which said a lot after how dead my feet had been since midway through my shift. If Jared ever gave up playing the guitar and creating songs, he could make a great living giving foot massages, with me as his number one customer.
“Are your feet the only parts that are sore?” he asked, after finishing with my now very happy feet.
“Were sore. Past tense. You cured them.”
“Good to hear. Anywhere else?”
“My shoulders and back are sore,” I said without hesitation.
He spread his legs and patted the spot between them. This time I did hesitate. The nerves in my feet weren’t the only ones that had come alive. The nerves between my legs had ventured closer to happy land. Who knew what would happen if his magic fingers touched any more of me?
“I don’t bite,” he pointed out.
“Nice to know.” With a deep breath, which failed to do what I had aimed for, I moved between his legs.
His hands kneaded my shoulder muscles. I winced at his touch, but then let myself go as he continued working on them, releasing all the knots. The man was magic when it came to his hands.
I moaned. I couldn’t help it.
Jared’s hands stilled for a second. “You okay?”
“Oh, definitely.” My voice came out low and husky. Now that was unexpected.
Working with a game plan different from the one my brain had agreed to, my head moved to the side, exposing my neck. I closed my eyes.
Lips, warm and soft, hovered over the exposed skin, teasing me. I leaned back against his hard chest. I couldn’t remember the last time a guy had touched me this way. It felt good, better than I remembered.
His hands drifted up along my ribs, lightly tracing them. A shiver ran though me. I was dreaming this. I was so tired from work, I must have fallen asleep on the couch. Now I was dreaming that Jared was touching me in the way I longed for.
His hands cupped my breasts and his thumbs brushed against my nipples. My very happy, perky nipples. I groaned.
Best. Dream. Ever.
The lips moved to the shell of my ear. The tip of a tongue trailed along the outside. My panties grew damp with want.
My eyes still closed, I turned my head to taste those lips. Sadly, they were just part of my active imagination, but that was okay. A girl couldn’t be too fussy.
The kiss was a brief touch of the lips. Nothing more than a tease. Against my wishes, my eyes opened a crack.
Then they snapped open fully.
I scrambled off the couch, but in my haste to escape Jared—the real Jared, not the dream Jared—I tripped over his leg and landed on my ass. Nice.
