He's not giving her up…even if he has to steal her to keep her.
Six years ago, I wasn't good enough for Olivia Scott.
I made the biggest mistake of my life when I left her to pursue my music.
Now I'm a country star and she's got another man's ring on her finger…but I'm not willing to let her go without a fight.
Even if I have to steal her to remind her that she's mine, I'll be the only one claiming her.
Six years ago, Kasen Alexander left me at the altar, promising he'd be back for me.
He never returned. Now he's a big star and I have to see his face everywhere I go.
I gave up getting over him and agreed to marry a man who needs a fake wife.
It seemed like a good idea…right up until Kasen showed up.
Now I'm his hostage and he says he's never letting me go.
God, I hope he means it.
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"Are you even listening to me, Kasen Jacob Alexander?"
Shit. Now I'm in trouble.
"Sorry, Ma. I was thinkin'."
"You need to be listening."
"What's wrong?" I ask, her tone letting me know she's serious. Something is definitely wrong.
My heart stalls, an image of Olivia with her head tipped back and stars in her eyes popping into my mind. With those big blue eyes and long blonde hair, she was beautiful. Even the freckles scattered across her nose were adorable. She's only grown more gorgeous in the years since. All that youthful beautiful matured into lush perfection. I eat up every picture Ma sends my way, shamelessly jerking my cock to the image of my girl every damn night.
"What about Olivia? Is she okay?" I demand.
"She's fine, Kasen." Ma hesitates so long I think she hung up on me and then she sighs. "I guess there ain't no way to say it but right out. She's getting married."
Oh, hell no.
"Over my dead body," I growl, dropping the curtains and spinning toward the door, already looking for my keys and shoes. I'm halfway across the bedroom before I remember I'm bare-ass naked and don't own a car. Hell, I'm not entirely sure I even have a driver's license anymore. There isn't much need for one when I have a driver who takes me everywhere.
"Don't you take that tone with me, Kasen Jacob," Ma practically shouts at me.
"Sorry, Ma. You took me by surprise." Understatement. I think she just ripped my heart out of my chest. Olivia--my Olivia—is getting married. To someone who isn't me. "Who is he?"
"His name is Dane Robertson. He's some bigwig down in Chattanooga. They haven't been dating long." Ma hesitates again. "She seems content enough with him."
I snort. When Olivia was mine, she was more than content. She was over-the-moon happy. If Dane Robertson doesn't make her feel that way, he's not good enough for her. Hell, no one is good enough for my Olivia. No one who isn't me anyway.
"When is the wedding?"
Ma ignores me. "I don't know what she's doing with him, Kasen. He may own a company, but he's covered in tattoos and rides a motorcycle. Maybe she's in some sort of trouble. Her mama says she's looking forward to settling down and having babies, but this ain't the man for her, I'll tell you that much. She'll be miserable with him."
"She ain't marryin' him, Ma." I don't mention the fact that I'm tattooed too.
"Well, you ain't here to stop her, now are you?" Ma huffs at me, and then she really gets going like she's prone to do when something gets her worked up. "I swear, boy, you lost your mind when you left her behind. And look at you now. Living in that big old house by yourself, spending your nights talking to an old woman like me on the phone. You act like you're doing just fine, but I'm not blind, Kasen Jacob. I know you're just feeding me a line."
"You think I don't know what all those songs of yours are about? All that moping about the one who got away. You miss that girl like crazy, and anyone with sense can see it."
"You take all those uppity women out, but you aren't fooling anyone, boy. The photographers may think you're hopping from bed to bed like one of them playboys in Hollywood, but I know better."
"Ma!" I shout, trying to get her attention.
"What?" she shouts back, making me smile again. God, I love her. She's as crazy as they come, but there is no one else in this world like my Ma. "You're going to give me a heart attack, Kasen. You can't just go around shouting at old women."
"Ma, you're not old. You're fifty. And I only shouted because you were too busy climbin' my ass to listen. Olivia isn't marrying anyone with a douche name like Dane Robertson. She's marryin' me." I pace back and forth across my room, thinking. There's no way I can go back home to win her back. The whole town would crucify me if I showed up to interfere. Everyone loves Olivia. She's hard not to love.
"You said that before," Ma reminds me, still snippy.
"I was an idiot before."
"If you're expecting me to defend you, I have bad news for you, boy," she sniffs.
Nichole Rose writes filthy, feel-good romance for curvy readers. Her books feature headstrong, sassy women and the alpha males who consume them. From grumpy detectives to country boys with attitude to instalove and over-the-top declarations, nothing is off-limits.