HtHOT

Hard to Hold on To

Hard Ink Book 2.5

ISBN: 978-0062339409

A Hard Ink Novella

Edward “Easy” Cantrell knows better than most the pain of not being able to save those he loves—which is why he is not going to let Jenna Dean out of his sight.  He may have just met her, but Jenna’s the first person to make him feel alive since that devastating day in the desert more than a year ago.

Jenna has never met anyone like Easy. She can’t describe how he makes her feel—and not just because he saved her life. No, the stirrings inside her stretch far beyond gratitude.

As the pair are thrust together while chaos reigns around them, they both know one thing: the things in life most worth having are the hardest to hold on to.

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Reviews and Praise

“Kaye doesn’t let up with writing great sexy alpha heroes. She does not disappoint. Reading this novella is a tasty sample why this series is popular and on the must-read list. Wonderful read.” ~USA Today HEA Romance Blog

“This book moved me, gutted me, and soothed me with its beautiful characters and wonderful ending.” ~Shayna Renee’s Spicy Reads



Excerpt

Easy’s heart pounded in his chest. And it had absolutely nothing to do with the five miles he’d just run.

Jenna needed him.

Fierce protectiveness and a deep masculine satisfaction roared through him. She’d sought him out for comfort, for strength, for protection.

Not only that, she was wearing his shirt. And she’d been staring at his body like she was fucking hungry.

Needless to say, the past few minutes had tripped all kinds of switches in Easy’s brain where Jenna Dean was concerned. But he had to dial himself down. She was scared. And hurt. And clearly traumatized by everything that’d happened.

He leaned down to look her in the eye, trying not to focus on the bruises—he didn’t want to make her feel self-conscious, and he sure as hell didn’t want to get any more enraged on her behalf than he already was. “You ever need me, for any reason, I am here for you. No questions asked. Got that?” He brushed his knuckles down her uninjured cheek.

“Yes,” she said, giving him a quick nod and leaning into his touch. And damn if that didn’t make him feel ten feet tall—a notable feat for a guy who’d felt beaten down for most of the past year.

He gently rubbed his hands over her arms. “What do you need right now?”