Synopsis:
When old friends become new lovers....anything can happen.
Sexy, gifted, and loyal, PI Jacob Decker is a tall, cool drink of perfection who had Emmanuelle Holmes at "hello." His relationship with Emme's best friend kept them apart for years, but things have changed. Now that a case has brought him to Gnaw Bone, Colorado, the road is wide open for Emme and Deck to explore something hotter and deeper than Emme dreamed possible. So why is she sabotaging the best thing that's ever happened to her?
It isn't easy to catch Deck off guard, but Emme does just that when she walks back into his life after nine long years. The curvy brunette had her charms back in the day, but now she's a bona fide knockout...and she wants to rekindle their friendship. Deck, howeverm wants more. Emme's always been the one; she excites Deck's body and mind like no other woman can. But a dark chapter from Emme's past overshadows their future together. Now only Deck can help her turn the page-if she'll let him...
Excerpt:
I looked out my office window, down
to the yard, my eyes to the bustling activity, and I did this tapping my phone
on my desk.
I should be working but I wasn’t
thinking about work.
I was thinking about Jacob.
More precisely, I was thinking
about calling Jacob, had an overwhelming urge to do so.
I was also trying not to do so
because I had a boyfriend, even though he was a boyfriend I wasn’t all that
sure about. He was sweet, he was into me, but he was just… off.
Additionally, after my dinner with
Jacob last night, within an hour, I’d called him after ten at night and now it
was only eleven thirty the next day.
I didn’t want him to think I was
psycho, and calling him would imply psycho behavior. Further, when I called him
last night, I’d asked him to dinner, which was dinner two nights in a row with
a woman he hadn’t seen in nine years, a woman with a boyfriend, and that was
semi-psycho.
Okay, maybe it was totally psycho.
I didn’t want Jacob to think I was
psycho.
Ever.
But I wanted to hear his voice. I
wanted to connect with him on the phone. I’d missed him and I liked having him
back. I liked it a great deal.
I also missed him a great deal.
And I needed to ask him something.
Further, he was the only one I could ask.
I looked from the yard to my phone.
My mind telling my thumb not to do it, my thumb not listening, I found Jacob’s
contact and hit go.
I put it to my ear.
“I’m a psycho,” I whispered and
luckily finished whispering two seconds before Jacob’s voice sounded.
“You okay?” he answered.
He kept asking that mostly, I
figured, because I kept calling when I didn’t need to so he probably thought
something was wrong.
Or that I was a psycho.
“I need to know if you don’t eat
anything,” I lied.
Actually, it wasn’t a lie. Although
I remembered a lot about Jacob (most everything, in all honesty), I couldn’t
recall if there was something specific he didn’t like to eat.
I could recall how beautiful he
was, how tall he was, how strong he was. I could recall how smart he was and
how funny he was. I could recall how cool he was with me. I could also recall
how much I missed him. But I couldn’t recall if he didn’t like chicken.
But that wasn’t the only thing I
needed to know. I needed to know something else too.
Much like last night, when he
didn’t make me feel like a psycho, in fact, the opposite and sounded like he
was happy to hear from me and would be willing to talk all night, he again
sounded like me psychotically calling him yet again in a precursor to stalker
way was no big deal.
“I don’t eat it, I’ll pick it off.”
“You can’t pick it off if I cook
with it in it or if the mainstay of
dinner on the whole is what you don’t eat,” I informed him.
“You makin’ Indian food?” he asked.
“No. Don’t you like Indian food?” I
asked back.
“Love it,” he answered.
“Then why’d you ask if I was making
Indian food?”
“ ’Cause I hoped you were.”
I burst out laughing.
No, Jacob definitely didn’t make me
feel like I was being a psycho.
When I quit laughing, I told him, “Sorry, honey, I don’t
know how to make Indian food.”
“Shame,” he muttered, a smile in
his deep, attractive voice, and if I was on an infrared scanner, specific parts
of me would have shown up hotter.
You
have a boyfriend, Emme! I told myself.
For
a while, I answered myself.
Jacob
is also your ex–best friend’s ex-boyfriend, Emme! I reminded myself.
So?
I asked myself.
I shoved those thought aside,
thoughts that, if anyone knew I was talking to myself in my head might prove I
was indeed a psycho, and pointed out to Jacob, “You haven’t actually answered
the question.”
“I’ll eat what you cook, Emme. Cook
what you like.”
He was such a nice guy.
He always was.
Nice. Tall (very tall). Handsome (unbelievably handsome). Smart (so damned
smart). Funny. Interesting. Gentlemanly. And a repeat of nice because it was
worth a repeat since he was just that nice.
I liked all that about him. I liked
that he wore his dark hair way too long. I liked that sometimes a thick hank of
it fell over his forehead and into his eye. I liked that he was who he was and
didn’t wear designer jeans or put gel in his hair. I liked that, even
considering he was extortionately intelligent, in fact, a genius, he never made
anyone feel less than him because they weren’t as smart. I liked that he never
acted superior or arrogant and with all that was him, looks, body, brains, he
was one person who could. And I liked that he liked to do what he liked to do,
he did what he liked to do and wouldn’t get pushed into doing something he
didn’t want.
Like Elsbeth tried to do.
He’d lost her to that and he’d
accepted it. I knew it killed. He’d loved her to distraction. But he refused to
be the man she wanted him to be and instead was the man he was.
She should have seen she had it all
even if he didn’t make bucketloads of money and thus couldn’t give her the life
she was used to getting from her daddy. Country clubs, tennis lessons,
vacations in villas in Italy and beaches in Thailand, fabulous homes kept by
maids and fabulous meals cooked by cooks.
She didn’t see all she had.
Stupid.
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Dawn's 5 Book mark review
Let me just start by saying Kristen Ashley's writing never fails to draw me in. When I settle down to tuck in to one of her books I always get swept away. Kaleidoscope is the 6th book in the Colorado Mountain series. This is Deck and Emme's story. Jacob Decker used to date Emmanuelle Holme's best friend. At the time Emme had a thing for Deck and her friend knew it which resulted in her driving a wedge between Deck and Emme. When her friend broke up with Deck, and in the process broke his heart, Emme gifted him with a Kaleidoscope telling him his life could still be beautiful, all he had to do was turn the dial. He kept the gift but ignored her words and their meaning. Nine years later Deck returns to Gnaw Bone for a job. At the center of the investigation is Emme and her boyfriend. Deck knows Emme is not part of the investigation, she would never be part of something illegal, but her boyfriend....he is on Deck's radar. Emme has changed over the last 9 years. She's grown her hair out, perfected make-up and become curvy in all the right places. She is ecstatic to reconnect with Deck, she has missed him and his friendship. He makes it clear he wants back in her life but not as friends. Emme breaks things off with her boyfriend and her and Deck start a relationship. He knows what he wants and he wants Emme on the same page but something happened to Emme when she was younger, something that threatens their happiness.
Kristen Ashley has nailed the alpha male. Her men are sexy, demanding and sexually charged. Decker fits all three of these. Her leading ladies are quirky and strong and even though they usually have a need to be protected they still have the power to own the alpha in their life.
I give this book 5 book marks
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