The Courting of Bristol Keats (The Courting of Bristol Keats, #1)

by Mary E. Pearson

She made something dead in him come alive again.

He wanted Bristol. Only her. In every way, he wanted her. It was as simple and as complicated as that.

He didn’t just want her, he loved her. And he had for a long time.

“The only thing in this world or any other that can stop me now … is you.”

you. I love you, Bristol Keats. I love you more than anything I’ve ever loved in my life.”

I loved you early on, before I could even admit it to myself. I was lost to you after that first night we danced.

“You frightened me, but I still craved every part of you—your voice, your touch, even your silences. You weren’t afraid of them. You weren’t afraid of me. I loved the way you shared your life.

He was a storm devouring her, every thrust stealing her breath, and she wanted him to take more, take every part of her, take her until she couldn’t breathe at all.