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Book Description:I broke his heart. Now I hope he doesn’t break mine back. Darren Gracen looks even sexier than the day I left him. Oh, and let’s not forget that panty-dropping British accent. Just being around him again is bringing back all the sweet and sinful memories we shared together. Smelling his masculine scent in the same vicinity gets me high and makes my heart flutter. But he’s not the same man I left behind. There’s a sad, mysterious gleam in his eye. Sure, it could be that he doesn’t trust me anymore. That’s understandable, considering the circumstances of our breakup. But I can’t help but feel that it’s more than that. Like he’s hiding something behind those brooding blue eyes of his. No matter what it is, I can’t deny it…I still want him.
All amusement vanishes from his lips as his mouth turns into a straight line. He raises a bushy brow, causing a crease to form on his forehead. He eyes me carefully, as if his words are going to send me running to the hills. Based on my track record, they just might. That seems to be my MO where he’s concerned. “Do you want the full-truth or the half-truth?” “Both,” I force out, unsure of whether I want to know what the full-truth consists of. As soon as the word flies out of my mouth, Darren stands up and walks over to my side of the table. A shiver runs down my spine when he drums his fingers on my shoulder. They brush the delicate skin on my neck as he parts my hair to the side, leaving the nape of my neck exposed to his hungry gaze. My head lolls back and I bite back a moan when he presses his lips to the apex of the flesh where my shoulder and neck meet. He slowly trails kisses up my neck, the mere contact singeing my skin. My heart beats faster with each lingering peck. “The half-truth is I want our friendship back. You were my best mate at some point. The one person I trusted more than anybody. The one shoulder I could always lean on. The only woman who could always make me laugh, even on my worst day. I miss that. And I want that again.” Even though his words are muffled, I can still feel the weight of their sincerity squeezing my chest as he whispers them to my neck. “And, the full-truth?” I ask breathily, my mind still swirling from this connection. Having his lips on me again feels so right, even though I know it’s wrong. I should stop this, cease all physical contact, but my body won’t let me. “I want so much more than just friendship with you, Alyssa. I want a fresh start. A second chance to be with you. To try all over again. I know you’re scared, and quite honestly, I’m fucking terrified too. But I have no doubt that there’s no other woman like you, my Cherub.” I hum as he sucks on the spot right under my chin, making it very difficult to string the jumbled-up words bouncing in my brain together to make a sentence. “Darren, I—” “Shhh,” he presses a finger to my lips, silencing me. “Please, don’t make your decision now. Spend some time thinking about it. When you have an answer, come find me. Gray house on Sand Dollar Road. Goodnight, Cherub.” With those parting words, he swipes the powdered donut off the table, and exits the premises, leaving me with a lot more questions than answers. Oh, and a newly awakened libido.