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377 pages, Paperback
First published August 25, 2014
“I gave you a glimpse…”
Fate hated me. It figured I’d finally meet my soul mate on my wedding day.Life hasn’t dealt Eva the easiest hand either. She is seven months pregnant and alone with only Reese. When I read Price of a Kiss, I wasn’t the biggest Eva fan. But the more I learned about her past and saw the positive changes she was trying to make, the more I started to love her. When Eva first meets Pick, she can tell there is something there, and that he is a genuine guy. The two develop a friendship over time, only seeing each other sporadically. Just being around Eva is like a drug to Pick. All he wants to do is be with her, but he has this innocent child, Julian, he’s grown to love and care about to think of. For now, just being friends and being near her is enough.
Pick was the sweetest, most honorable man I’d ever met.
He was me, and I was him, and we were just this beautiful twisted mass of all our hopes and dreams coming together and exploding in a dizzying array of euphoria.
You don't even know what your mere presence does to me. You're my sanity.
He appeared to be a bad boy straight from the wrong side of town. But there was something NOT bad boy about him. He simply didn't look like the type who didn't give a damn about life. His deep brown eyes held too much compassion and vivacity.
I knew exactly what it felt like to thrust inside this woman. I knew exactly how she looked when she bit her bottom lip when she came, how her muscles clenched around my cock and her breasts arched against my chest. Yet I'd never had sex with her, never actually seen her naked, never even kissed her.
They were suppose to be mine, damn it. My family. My happily ever after.Eva has spent most of her life hiding a dark secret. Everyone sees her as this self-absorbed, rich girl. But when she finds herself pregnant, she is determined to change, let go of the past and be a good mother. But years of abuse have left her believing all men are truly bastards who cannot be trusted.
I'd always been too concerned with conveying a certain image so no one would ever know my secrets to worry about anyone else, and now that I did care, I was a complete bumbling idiot about it.Pick and Eva seem like an unlikely pair, but they discover they have more in common than they thought. Will Pick's glimpse be fulfilled? Be My Hero was a heartwarming story, I really enjoyed it.
✰5 stars✰
“You’re the best man I’ve ever met, Patrick Ryan. Thank you for choosing me.”
I kissed her hard. “I’ll always choose you.”
"He was me, and I was him, and we were just this beautiful twisted mass of all our hopes and dreams coming together and exploding in a dizzying array of euphoria."
I don't care if I only have one day left with you or twenty, you just keep doing whatever you're doing until you have to go, and I will forever worship the ground you walk on. Because a little slice of heaven is better than none at all.”
"You’re the best man I’ve ever met, Patrick Ryan. Thank you for choosing me."
“I’ll always choose you.”
"…I’d say the fact he’s already shared a woman with….well, you, isn’t something he needs to find out about.”
“Wow, now wait a sec. What’s wrong with me?” Ten pointed to himself, clearly insulted. “I’m fucking flawless.”
I snickered and lifted my hands. “No offense, but I certainly wouldn’t want to stick my dick in anything you’ve already had yours in.”
“Amen,” Mason seconded.
“Hey.” Ten scowled at us.
"Tink, you are the most flirt-worthy girl I know,” Pick spoke up, striding over with his arms open. “Here. I’ll hold Skylar while you get yourself something to eat. Then come back and sit by me. I’d be happy to hit on you.”
No, we weren’t going to lose Eva tonight. She was going to be okay. The baby was going to be okay. Everyone was going to be okay, except maybe her baby daddy. I kind of hoped he died.
My lips fluttered with amusement. “You’re never going to get over that nickname, are you? A girl wears Tinker Bell on her shirt one time-"
“Embrace it.” He grinned before nuzzling his nose against my temple. “Not everyone can pull off the Tink image.”
His gray eyes glittered silver as he grinned at me. “My lips are sealed. But only because I owe you one.” Then he glanced toward the doorway leading into the hall, which lead to his and Reese’s bedroom. “You think it’s been two minutes yet?”
“I think it’s only been thirty seconds, you big horn ball.”
Scowling, he shoved his hands into his pockets and grumbled around a moment before muttering, “Well, I can’t wait anymore.” Then he was off, hurrying down the hall in pursuit of his
A small cry rent the air, and I immediately spun toward the sound. But Pick was already holding up a hand as he cradled Skylar in the other arm. “We’re good,” he called. “Ten just looked at her. That mug’ll make any girl cry.”
I arched an eyebrow at Ten. He lifted his hands in surrender. “I didn’t even touch her.”
“I think it was his awful breath,” Pick offered casually.
"Honestly, though,” I told him, my voice winded. “The wet shirt look is totally working for you. You sure you want this dull, old dry one?”
Surprise filled his brown eyes before he gave a slow, hooded smile. Using the shirt we were both holding onto to rein me in closer, he lowered his voice. “Why, Eva Tinker Bell Mercer,” he murmured, his tone a teasing scold. “Are you flirting with me?”
She skipped up on her tiptoes and slapped a quick kiss to his cheek, right where she’d just patted it. Then she waved goodbye to me. “Toodles, Tinker Bell. Love ya.”
I rolled my eyes. “Bye, Sweet Pea. Love you, too.”
"And then…” She nodded, as if coming to the best part of the story. “While the car’s lying on top of her and the only things poking out are her glittery red Christian Louboutins, I say we steal her shoes and run.”
Wow, what was this, the homicidal version of The Wizard of Oz?
"Whatever,” I snapped, sending her an incredulous glower. There wasn’t a single wild thing about him. And besides, “He’s way hotter than Mason.”
…
Reese didn’t seem to notice the panic on my face; she was too busy choking on her disagreement. “Not even possible. No one-I mean, no one-is hotter than Mason.”
I patted her hand sympathetically. “Yeah, just keep telling yourself that, sweetie.”
"Wow.” Pick shook his head, stunned. “You are the complete opposite of your boyfriend, aren’t you?”
Reese scowled. “What do you mean?”
“At work, that boy avoids women like the plague, never checks them out, and he never shares details about you two…I mean, other than the jelly thing.”
Reese gasped, turning a bright tomato red. “I am so going to kill him for that. Now if you two will excuse me, I need to go home and…punish my man, probably with a nice strawberry or grape.” She touched her chin thoughtfully. “Though he does have an affinity for peach jam.”