Genres: Erotica, Fiction, General
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Kennedy Cross had her heart broken early in life. It wasn't someone or something who betrayed her—it was her own body. Despite it being all she’s ever wanted, Kennedy will never know what it feels like to feel her baby’s feet kick from the inside out. Having been pronounced infertile at only eighteen, she redirected her life the best way she could.
Eight years and a degree later, Kennedy is one of the most well-loved first-grade teachers at Rock Falls Elementary School. It doesn’t matter that her college boyfriend left her because he wanted children of his own. She has twenty-two of the most gorgeous six-year-olds who adore her and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Jackson Steele deals only in extremes. He falls victim to manic episodes lasting for days, sometimes weeks at a time, sending him reeling from volatile highs to devastating lows. It’s a living hell just being inside his own mind, and that hell has taken everything he’s ever loved away from him. But what if, this time, it gives him something? An untimely gift from God and a brunette with legs eight miles long will bring him the most unforeseen joy but also his most challenging of tests.
What happens when circumstances of life threaten the one thing both Jackson and Kennedy love? Saving Steele from himself may prove to be too much for Cross to bear.
ARC provided by Author/Publisher for honest review.
“They say people’s hearts skip a beat when they fall in love at first sight. Your heart is so overwhelmed by a rush of love that it stills, for just a moment, forgetting to beat. What they don’t tell you is that person your heart skips a beat for isn’t always your soul mate. In my case, it was him. My son.”
Jackson meets his 6 year old son Ryker and it was all she wrote. He immediately takes responsibility to care and nurture him while trying to find Ryker’s mom, Rhonda. A one night stand that had an unexpected surprise but a happy one that Jackson is over the moon about. Who wouldn’t want a man like that? This is where he also meets Kennedy, his son’s 1st grade teacher and they are both instantly attracted to each other but have to take it slow because of Ryker and because they both have their past experiences to tell each other.
“Kennedy is challenging, she pushes me and on top of all of that she loves my son in a way that is unique to him and separate from me. My feelings for her couldn’t be described as easy but as natural, like I’d been put on this earth to feel this way for her and her alone”
Kennedy has had heartache. She cannot have kids and this put a strain on a past relationship so she is hesitant and I don’t blame her. However, you cannot help but fall for someone like Jackson.
“He pushed me out of my comfort zone, but in a way that made me feel protected and safe while he did it”
This is just a feel good kinda story that had me from the get go. It is apart of the Rock Falls series that I haven’t had the pleasure of reading but trust me, I am all there. I want to get to know the secondary characters and fall, just as much as I did for Jackson, Ryker and Kennedy.
“I’m a blessed man. Ryker and Kennedy saved me and I hadn’t even known I’d needed saving”
I’d totally become a yes girl where hot guy, dad to mini hot guy, Jackson Steele was concerned.
So that brings me to now, turning off my ignition and willing my body to move from the safety of my driver’s seat and up to his front door.
It’s okay though. I’ve come prepared. I’d written a list of things not to do when I arrived at the house on a yellow Post-it note.
1. Don’t hyperventilate
2. Don’t sweat
3. Don’t touch him
4. Don’t say the word “penis” or any of its synonyms or any parts of the male anatomy in general
5. Don’t drool
Putting force behind the fist I’d raised to knock on the door I immediately begin to fall forward as the offending panel of wood swings inward and I face plant directly into a hard male chest.
Rats! There goes rule number three and quickly too.
Mmm. But he sure smells nice.
“Easy, babe,” his voice is a deep manly chuckle, large hands settling on my waist.
I feel that “babe,” that chuckle and that contact in all the right places, even a tingle or two in some wrong ones if I’m being honest.
Considering I’m relatively close to the brink of insanity this morning, it isn’t all that surprising that in that second, instead of pulling away, I take the opportunity to tilt my head back and look at him, really look at him, for the second time since we’d met.
Should have added a sixth rule. Don’t look at him either