Here With Me (Sugarland Creek, #1)

by Brooke Montgomery

“What’s your poison?” he asks once we squeeze our way to the bar. Men twice my age. And off-limits.

Looking at Noah, I see the sun rising on a cool autumn day. Fallen leaves on the ground crunching when you walk on them. The scent of caramel pecan and pumpkin spice wafting through the air in early October. She’s my favorite time of year. And now, she’s mine.

“On your knees, Goldie. Now.” I blink once at his harsh tone, but goddamn, it also turns me on. It’s gotta be all that monster smut I read before bed. Red flags? Nah, I’m color-blind.