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Excerpt: More Than Need You

Coming June 13th, there’s a new contemporary romance coming from New York Times bestselling author Shayla Black. More Than Need You is the next sexy and emotional installment in the More Than Words series of interconnected standalones and I’m thrilled to give you a sneak peek before it hits shelves tomorrow!

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About More Than Need You

I’m Griffin Reed—cutthroat entrepreneur and competitive bastard. Trust is a four-letter word and everyone is disposable…except Britta Stone. Three years ago, she was my everything before I stupidly threw her away. I thought I’d paid for my sin in misery—until I learned we have a son. Finding out she’s engaged to a bore who’s rushing her to the altar pisses me off even more. I intend to win her back and raise our boy. I’ll have to get ruthless, of course. Luckily, that’s one of my most singular talents.

Sixty days. That’s what I’m asking the gritty, independent single mother to give me—twenty-four/seven. Under my roof. And if I have my way, in my bed. Britta says she wants nothing to do with me. But her body language and passionate kisses make her a liar. Now all I have to do is coax her into surrendering to the old magic between us. Once I have her right where I want her, I’ll do whatever it takes to prove I more than need her.

Excerpt

I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and schlep Britta’s takeout over to her as I settle beside her on the sofa. “Hey, angel. I brought you one of your favorites.”

I show her the bag from the deli we used to frequent when we lived together. Plain white with cheerful red lettering. Her eyes light up. “Tuna salad?”

“And homemade potato chips.” I smile as I set everything up for her.

“Did you get that caveman’s all-meat special you used to love?” she teases me.

And it feels fantastic.

I beat my chest. “Me, Ug. You, Ugga.”

Even though her laugh is weak, I know it’s real.

“That’s a yes. Thanks, Griff. And thanks for remembering.”

No other way to describe it, her praise makes me feel warm and pretty damn proud. “What else can I get you?”

“Nothing. We’ll be fine from here. I can give Jamie a bath soon and he’ll go—”

“No. I’ll give him a bath and put him to bed. You eat and then you rest.”

I must look stubborn because she concedes with a sigh. “All right.”

I check on Jamie while I grab my food from the kitchen counter. Yep, it’s a mess. I’ll deal with it in a few.

As I settle in beside Britta, she takes the first bite and moans. “I’m in heaven.”

“You can taste it?”

“I’m congested, but I’d have to be dead to miss this flavor.” She takes another bite, and her pleasure sounds almost sexual. “I remember eating these at two a.m. after we’d been out barhopping most of the night. They always tasted so good then, especially when I knew we had to get up early for work the next day.”

I remember. I also recall how many times we’d finish our sandwiches, shower up, and fall into bed, frantic and hungry for each other, then make love until damn near dawn.

Why the fuck was I so stupid that I didn’t believe the devotion and happiness in my arms?

After I’ve finished my sandwich, I look over to see she’s managed to eat half of hers, along with a few chips. I insist she drink more from the water bottle before I lift her and carry her back to bed.

As I lay her on the mattress, it’s clear she’s fighting to keep her eyes open. She touches my arm. “I don’t know whether to thank you or ask you to stop before I get used to you taking care of me.”

“You don’t have to do either,” I promise. I don’t need her thanks, and I definitely intend to be by her side—giving her whatever she needs—for the rest of her life. “Just rest.”

Her faint smile slowly fades. “’K.”

“I love you,” I whisper.

But she’s already floating away to wherever her dreams have taken her. I kiss her forehead, resolving to bring some ibuprofen and whatever I can find that’s useful in her medicine cabinet as soon as I get Jamie in bed. Then I back out of the bedroom, leaving her to sleep alone in peace.

I also promise myself it’s one of the last times in our lives that she’ll sleep without me.

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