Obsession

By Eden Bradley

New York Times Bestseller Eden Bradley's OBSESSION is a story of redemption, a sizzling hot and emotional ride-this one will tear your heart out, then hand it back to you on a chrome-plated platter!

Cole Kennrick. Rock star. Hottest man she’s ever seen. And her ex-husband.

Janie’s only ever loved one man—the man she watched get swallowed up by addiction. But now a clean and sober Cole wants back in her life. The dark and often kinky desires they explored together still linger in her dreams and fantasies, and it’s way too tempting to slip back into the one place she swore she’d never risk again—his arms. But love will find a way...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eden Bradley
• Release date: Apr 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310219177

Eden Bradley

New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author Eden Bradley aka Eve Berlin has written erotica and erotic romance for Berkley, Bantam, Harlequin Spice/HQN, Samhain Publishing and Black Lace, as well as indie publishing, and recently for Red Hot Romance Publishing. Her work has been called “elegant, intelligent and sensual”. Her debut novel THE DARK GARDEN was praised as “a masterpiece”, and was a Romantic Times Top Pick. More recently, her novella GIRL (Book One in The Training House Series) has repeatedly been called “phenomenal”, and BDSM author Jenna Jacob said “Nothing has touched me like this since ‘Story of O’”. Her novels and novellas have been translated into thirteen languages.As someone who has been involved in BDSM practice for much of her adult life, she relates in particular to her kink stories, infusing them with her own truth about kink practice from her life experiences. Eden speaks regularly on BDSM psychology and practice, as well as sex positive culture for women. She offers her enormously popular Empower Your Sexual Self course for women, as well as writing courses through her website.Eden loves art, shoes, tattoos, her Boston Terrier, chocolate, and reading and writing smutty books, of course, not necessarily in that order.Visit her online:Website: www.EdenBradley.com

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Obsession

Ink & Iron Series, Book One

by

Eden Bradley

Obsession

Copyright 2014 Eden Bradley

Cover Design by Scott Carpenter

Editing by D.S. Editing

Formatted by IRONHORSE Formatting

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Excerpt: Dangerously Bound

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Chapter One

Janie inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly and lowered her body, bending at the waist until she could place her hands flat on her yoga mat.

Everyone remember to breathe as you press hands and heels down into the floor, stretching the hamstrings…good. Gently rise up until you’re back in mountain pose, then reach high overhead with both hands, stretching…and bring both hands into prayer position in the center of your chest, head bent. Pause to breathe, exhale. She straightened up. Now bring both arms up overhead again and…

Oh Jesus God.

What the hell was he doing in her class?

Cole Kennrick. Indie rock star. Hottest man she’d ever seen. And her ex-husband.

She caught herself wanting to lean toward him to catch a hint of his scent: leather and motor oil from his motorcycle—he’d always had a motorcycle—and that little bit of something spicy and earthy that was just him.

His skin. His hair. His mouth…

She blinked. Her class. What had she been saying?

Breathe.

… And inhale, lowering your arms until you touch the earth. Let it ground you.

Please let it ground me.

Had he seen her blanch?

Let your breath out slowly as you step back with your right foot, coming into Warrior pose. Lift your arms and breathe.

If only she didn’t look at him again she’d be alright.

Inhale, and straighten the left leg once more, exhaling as you bend. Good. Now let’s bend the right knee down to the earth, straighten up, and place your hands on your hips…

Hell.

She was looking right at him—she couldn’t help it. And he was staring back at her; those mesmerizing ice-blue eyes gleaming even from the back of the room. Those eyes…and his tall, lean body, every muscle perfectly carved, his shoulders almost too broad for his frame. His right arm was completely tattooed now—a full sleeve in bold colors. His chest, too, from what she could see—all black and gray work. God she loved tattoos on a man.

On Cole.

She blinked, tried to breathe.

She would finish the damn class despite his presence. Despite the sheer male beauty of him lurking at the back of the room in nothing but black basketball shorts and a white wife-beater that managed to look sexier on him than on any other man alive.

She focused on the Japanese shoji screens behind him and continued with the instructions she knew by rote, thank God. Still, the hour-long class seemed to last at least a month before she reached the final pose.

Bring your hands together in front of your heart, palms together. Bow your head and give thanks. Namaste.

Namaste, the class repeated.

See you all next week.

She stood and began to roll up her mat, her gaze firmly on the polished bamboo floors she’d had installed in her studio, Om, when she did the remodel last year. They were softer on the feet.

His feet, right in front of her.

She inhaled, her eyes closed for several long seconds before daring to raise her head. Yep. He still smelled the same. And her body still responded with a slow, trembling heat that began in her middle and spread…everywhere.

She met his gaze and God damn it his eyes were still that glossy silvery blue that looked as if they’d been cast in glass, framed by dark, long lashes.

It made her hot all over and mad as hell that he could still do this to her just by showing up. Just by breathing.

Breathe.

What the fuck are you doing here, Cole? she demanded quietly from between gritted teeth.

Janie, we need to talk.

Do we?

We didn’t have a chance when I saw you a week ago—

We were at Sonny’s funeral, Cole!

He ran a hand over his crop of dark hair. Come on. I know that, Janie. That’s why I left it alone there once you made it clear you didn’t even want to say hello.

So you just decide to show up at one of my classes?

His fingertips swept over the dark stubble of his goatee. I didn’t know where else to find you, he said quietly.

I thought that was the point." Anger was a fire blazing inside her. She’d had no idea she still had so much of it in her. Toward him. In general. Apparently training all these years as a yoga instructor hadn’t afforded her the inner calm she’d been striving for.

All these years. Seven years since she’d left him—and she hadn’t seen him face to face since the divorce. Not until the funeral. She’d been so raw and angry and hurt that day she couldn’t bear to face him. She’d literally turned her back on him and walked away when he’d looked as if he might approach her.

It still hurt.

She looked up as the next session’s instructor came in.

Oh, sorry Janie. I was going to set up for my Kundalini class. Am I interrupting?

Go ahead, Brenda. We were…just on our way out.

Janie— he started.

Her look silenced him and she grabbed his wrist and began to pull him from the room, trying not to notice the soft hairs on his forearm, the muscle flexing there. Come on. We’ll talk in my office.

She moved as quickly as she could down the hallway, pushing open her office door and letting him pass through before shoving the door shut behind her. Leaning back against it, she took a breath, trying to control her shaking legs.

Okay. Talk, Cole.

He looked around, and even though her office was large and airy, he seemed to fill up the room. Not only because he was tall—it was more about the presence that made him so dynamic on stage. And off. You’ve done a nice job here. Of course, you always did have good taste. This place suits you.

She bit her lip. It shouldn’t matter what he thought about anything she did, but a small bubble of happiness welled inside her. She hoped it didn’t show on her face. Still, she refused to make it too easy on him. Thanks. So. What is it? Why are you here?

I needed to see you. He stepped closer and she would have stepped back had the door not already been pressed