Revive by Nina Levine
Book #3 of Storm MC Series
Model: Joseph Troisi
SYNOPSIS
He doesn’t
do relationships. Neither does she. But they can’t fight the
attraction any longer…
Nash Walker
hides the demons that consume his soul. He buries them deep and distracts
himself with sex. Anything to avoid facing a past full of heartbreak and
regret; anything to numb the pain that he struggles with daily.
Velvet Carr
has spent years fighting her demons. It’s a fight she’s winning.
That is, until Nash crashes his way into her life and into her heart.
It started
out as a bit of harmless fun between friends; it wasn’t meant to get
complicated for either of them. But when two broken souls come together
and arouse unwanted feelings in each other, complicated is what happens.
Can Nash and
Velvet help heal each other and revive the love in their lives that they’ve
both been refusing to allow in for years? Or will they let their demons
ruin any chance they may have at happiness?
BONUS SCENE
Velvet
I watched Nash as he walked from the bathroom back into
the bedroom. Dressed in nothing but a
towel, water still dripping from his hair and down his body, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Ink covered nearly every patch of skin on his
neck, chest, stomach and arms, and I realised I didn’t have a clue what the significance was for most of his
tattoos. Unfortunately, we didn’t have time to get into that this morning;
we had to be at Harlow’s cafe in just over
an hour. She was testing out some new
cake recipes for the cafe and had asked for volunteers to test them. Nash didn’t even have to think about it; he’d accepted straight away, and I could never say no to Harlow’s food.
I made a mental note to ask him about his tattoos tonight.
“You going to stare at
me all day, baby, or get ready?” Nash asked with a
smirk.
As he said this, he removed his towel and finished drying
himself off. Of course, my gaze was
diverted lower, and I took in everything he had to offer.
Sucking in a breath, I murmured, “I think I could happily skip Harlow’s food if it meant I got to stare at you all day.”
Desire flashed in his eyes, and he closed the distance
between us in two determined strides.
Curling his hand around my neck, he growled, “I’d eat you over her
food any day of the fuckin’ week.” He
pulled me closer and dropped his lips to mine.
We’d had sex twice
already this morning, but our need for each other was never fully satisfied,
and his kiss told me how much he wanted me again.
I placed my hands on his chest and gently pushed until
his mouth let me go. “Nash, I don’t want to let Harlow down.”
“I’ll make it quick,” he promised, his eyes almost begging me to agree.
My body was screaming ‘hell yes’, but I pushed him
again, and took a step back. “There’s not enough time; I’ve still got to do my
hair and face.”
“They look fine to me,” he said, clearly not wanting to let this
go.
“That’s because you only care about my boobs,” I said as I walked towards the bathroom.
“And your pussy, babe;
I care about that too.”
My back was to him, but I could feel his eyes on me. I turned to give him one last look before I
went into the bathroom, and sure enough he was staring at my ass. “Tonight, they’re all yours.”
“Seriously? You’re going to say no to this?” he asked, his hand pointing at this dick.
“I know it’s hard for you to believe that any woman
could ever say no to that, but yes, I’m saying no,” I said, teasing him
a little.
He shook his head in disbelief. “Why the hell did I choose the only woman on this planet who has the
ability to knock me back?” he grumbled.
“Obviously your brain
was doing the thinking that day, rather than your dick,” I shot back at him.
I began applying my makeup, waiting for his comeback, but
he didn’t say another
word. I could hear him getting dressed
so I figured our conversation was over, and I focused on getting ready.
A couple of minutes later, he appeared in the
doorway. I continued applying makeup,
but watched him in the mirror. He was
leaning against the door with his arms folded across his chest. His eyes were roaming over my body, and
electricity shot through me. I wanted
him just as much as he wanted me.
“Nash, you need to
leave because if you don’t, we’re never going to make it to Harlow’s.”
He continued devouring me with his eyes, until finally he
pushed off from the door, and made his way to me. Standing behind me, he gently swept my hair
to the side, and bent to kiss my neck.
His hand slid around my waist, and he murmured, “Fuck, I could watch you all day, sweet thing. I don’t even need my cock in you to be a happy man, but tonight there’ll be none of this denying me shit going
on.”
My body tingled with lust. “You do realise that I could never fully deny you, baby. If you really pushed the point, I’d be yours in a heartbeat,” I admitted.
“I kinda like it when
you say no. It excites the fuck out of
me to have to chase you. But, I
appreciate the fact that the word no isn’t one that comes out of your sweet mouth very often.”
“I’ll be sure to use it every now and then; I
like it when you chase me.”
“Fuck,” he muttered, and straightened. Taking a step away from me, his eyes found
mine in the mirror, and he said, “This is going to be the longest fuckin’ day, babe. Harlow better
appreciate what I’m giving up for her.”
I smiled sweetly at him, more to tease him than anything
because I knew this kind of smile did him in.
“I’ll make it worth your while, Nash.”
He raked his hand through his hair. “I’ll be fuckin’ holding you to that,” he promised.
He muttered something else under his breath that I didn’t quite catch and then turned and stalked
out of the bathroom. I loved getting him
going; it had to be one of my favourite things to do. The thought of Nash and what he’d do to me tonight had me all hot and
bothered. He was right; today really was
going to be a long day.
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ABOUT NINA LEVINE
USA Today Bestselling Author Nina Levine, is an
Aussie author who writes stories about hot, alpha men and the tough,
independent women they love.
When she isn't creating with words, she loves
to create with paint and paper. Often though, she can be found curled up with a
good book and some chocolate.