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[Siren Classic: Contemporary, MF, HEA]
Katrina “Kat” Bellamy never planned to return to the town that once held her heart and broke it. Focused on raising her daughter Ellie and growing her veterinary clinic, she has built a life rooted in control, independence, and keeping desire at arm’s length.
Nikko Rinaldo has rebuilt his life from loss, balancing his family’s MMA empire with Rising Hope Ranch, the refuge he created for healing and second chances. But Kat’s return threatens every carefully built wall, because one look at her reminds him he never stopped wanting or loving her.
Old wounds still linger, but so does the explosive chemistry between them. As stolen moments, quiet nights, and Nikko’s effortless bond with Ellie pull them closer, resisting becomes impossible. Yet rebuilding trust proves far more dangerous than surrendering to attraction.
To claim the future they both crave, will Kat and Nikko be able to risk believing that real love can survive the past?
STORY EXCERPT
Nikko
Kat’s shoulders shift slightly, and her voice comes softer. “All you had to do was talk to me. We could have worked through it together. Your fears… we could have faced them, Nikko. Together.”
I nod. “I know, Kat… I know it now.”
She exhales. “Thank you for coming…and thank you for saying all of that. It… it does mean a lot.” She rises and starts toward the door.
I stay where I am as my hands grip the edge of the couch. “That’s it?” I blurt out.
Kat spins on her heels and faces me. “That’s it…you said it. Now it’s done.”
A hollow ache spreads through my heart, a sharp reminder of everything I lost and how much I still long for her. I swallow hard and let her move, caught between relief that she heard me and the sting of knowing she’s not ready to let me back in yet.
I rise from the couch and take weighted steps toward the door.
“Have a good night, Nikko.” Her hand is already on the doorknob and beginning to close it behind me.
I spin around and press my hand against the edge of the door, stopping it from shutting completely. She glances at me, startled.
“Wait… would you let me take you to dinner Saturday evening? There’s a place in Parkville. It’s a bar and grille run by Mattie’s in-laws. They make the best steaks and mix the best drinks.”
Kat pulls her lower lip between her teeth, and it hits me with a punch of desire that shoots straight to my cock. I clamp down on it, forcing my jaw firm as I fight to hold back the sudden and unexpected heat flooding through me.
“I appreciate you coming here and wanting to talk, Nikko,” she says evenly. “But I have no interest in opening doors that have long been sealed off. That part of my life…our life…it’s finished.”
ADULT EXCERPT
Katrina
He leans a little closer and our noses brush as my breath catches.
His lips graze mine. It’s barely a kiss at first, just a soft brush that sends a sharp rush of heat straight to my pussy. Our mouths meet again, deeper this time, and the restraint between us cracks.
My hands are moving without thought and they slide up his side, exploring the firm lines of his body. The muscles beneath my palm tighten as my fingers trace them, drifting over the hard curve of his shoulder and down his arm.
My lips are at his jaw before they trail along the warm line of his neck. My fingers spread over his chest, feeling the solid strength beneath my hand as I shift against him. A quiet growl slips from him, and his reaction sets my pulse racing.
My hand wanders lower, brushing the taut lines of his abdomen as I memorize the strength beneath my fingers. My fingers brush against his hip before dipping lower. His cock is already hard and straining, and heat flares through me. The muscles beneath my palm tighten, raw and alive, and I tremble with reckless desire. His body surges toward mine as he reacts to my touch, wild and unrestrained.
I wrap my fingers around his thick cock the best I can, circling and exploring. Every stroke of my hand makes him jerk, and a sharp hiss escapes his throat. The sound twists through me with a mix of power and surrender. His breath catches in short, husky bursts and sparks crawl along my skin. I watch him, fascinated by his reaction.
I trail my lips over the hard muscles of his chest, tasting the heat of his skin. My mouth slides lower, over the lean muscles of his abdomen, teasing and licking along the way. My tongue brushes the tip of his swollen head, and a low, ragged gasp escapes him.
“Oh…fuck…Kat…” His voice is rough and desperate.
