I think this was one of the books in this series that I was most anticipating and I was happy with the way it turned out. I’ve been loving this series and couldn’t wait for Wyn and Conrad’s story! NOTE: This is a STANDALONE set in the world of St. What makes him off-limits times three however, and this whole scenario an epic tragedy, is that, Conrad, Wyn’s dream man, has a dream girl of his own.Īnd he’s as much in love with his dream girl as Wyn is in love with him…

Not to mention, he’s the new soccer coach, which makes him off-limits times two. And that his face is an artist’s wonderland.īut she also knows that Conrad is her best friend’s older brother. She knows that his eyes are way bluer and way more beautiful than she thought. Now she knows that her dream man has a name: Conrad Thorne. Mary’s School for Troubled Teenagers – an all girls reform school – where she’s trapped because of a little crime she committed in the name of her art. And he had a deep, soothing voice that she can’t stop hearing in her dreams. He had dark blue eyes that she can’t stop drawing in her sketch book. Same time.Eighteen-year-old, Bronwyn Littleton is in love with a stranger she met on a summer night a year ago.Ī stranger who was tall and broad in a way that made her feel safe. It’s after hours and I should go… have fun rather than spending my time with a patient.” He steps back then. As though my touch barely registered to him. The need is so consuming that I hardly notice when he puts his hand on my palm and takes it off his body. I watch his lips form the words, and every syllable that comes out of his mouth makes my need to shake him, kiss him, mess him up, stronger. I want to taste that cleft, dig my tongue in it, wet it, suck on it, bite it. There’s a cleft in the middle of his lower lip. My eyes drop to his lips, his soft, soft lips. What would he do? If I did that? If I grabbed his collar and pushed him against the wall? Maybe reaching up and messing up his no-nonsense hair. Something that might crack his cool façade. Instead of backing off, I want to do something. If Mass General let him go, then they are idiots. Why is he even giving it to me? I’m not complaining. I don’t want him to take away this small concession he’s given me. I want to trace my palm over the arch of his chest and see if I got it right in my dreams.īut I don’t do any of those things. His answer calms me but it also makes me restless to move closer to him. Actually, I’ve never wanted to smile this hard. With flaring nostrils and a hard jaw, he answers, “No.” Like his blood is rushing in his veins with an uncanny speed. It’s like he hears the unspoken questions because the heat of his body seems to have doubled. I don’t say that but I’m definitely asking that. Someone you kiss? Someone you grab and pull into a dark alley and press against walls?

Medicine man by saffron a kent