Authors: Christine Zolendz

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BOOK: Cold-Blooded Beautiful

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It was like…
liquid
.

That’s the only word I had for her.

Flowing, fluid, melting into everything with a precision that seemed naturally calculated. I felt like Adam looking at Eve for the first time, having never seen another woman before her.
Just like the first night I saw her
. I get up and stalk towards her, devouring the distance of the room between us in long strides. I can’t stand to be away from her any longer. I can’t stand not being inside her for a minute more.

I don’t know what will happen to our love, or to our family, does anyone? I hope that we will always be as strong as we are, and never know more heartache. All I do know is that people can heal. They can go on. The can survive and not only
live though it, but beyond
. Especially if you open up your heart and let people in.

In the middle of the bar, in the crowd of people, which being stuck in the middle of always makes me on edge, I grab her cheeks and crush my lips to hers. She opens her mouth greedily, my Samantha. My everything.

“Kade, are you okay?” she says, green eyes staring up. “What are you thinking about?”

“Our future,” I whispered against her lips. Gently pushing her with my body, hands clasped around the soft skin of her neck. She lets me lead her, walking her backwards down the back hallway and straight into Dylan’s office. My hands twist and tangle tightly in her hair, and I press her into the wall. Her lips part with mine, her hands slid up my sides, digging fingers and nails into my muscles. “I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you, baby.”

“And what do you see of this future, Mr.
Academy Award
?” She murmurs, as her fingers swiftly skim down to my belt. Buckle yanked, teeth of my zipper scraped, hot hands fisting and pulsing around me.

I lean my head back. Green, green eyes. The eyes that are my redemption. “You want me to write our epilogue?” My hands tighten in her hair, pulling down, her face…her green eyes burn out in heat.

“Yeah, what would it be?”

“We make love every single morning, and we fuck every single night. You are in every character I write. You’re the strength in my hero, the courage in my victims, you’re the face of every fierce woman I write... And we’ll have as big a family as we can.” I watch her swallow back tears and smile. “You'll go back to the hospital but you won't go back to trauma. You find living with me is all the adrenaline rush you need. But you help so many people that have been touched by trauma, by violence. By evil. You bloody fucking heal them all. And you are an amazing mother to our children, and you center me, and sit beside me until my last breath.”

“Sounds perfect.”

“It will be.”

“How do you know for sure?”

“Because our future is anything we can make it. Anything you bloody want it to be, love. I'll write that epilogue for you.”

Acknowledgements

There is a huge stack of teetering people I should be thanking and acknowledging publicly in this book, yet I feel I should just whisper thank you, quietly to each of you.

Pssst
.

Thanks.

Cold-Blooded Beautiful Playlist

Whiskey In The Jar
– Metallica

Leaving Earth
– Clint Mansell

(Mass Effect 3)

Simple Man
– Shinedown

Paint It Black
– The Rolling Stones

Raise Your Glass
– Pink

Just Give Me a Reason
- Pink

Radioactive
– Imagine Dragons

So Far Away
– Avenged Sevenfold