Will You Be Mine: Kincaid Sisters, #3

By Lexi Buchanan

Marriages and babies everywhere drove me to leave town, I just hadn't expected to end up stranded on the Island of St. Martin in the Caribbean nor did I expect to have to share a room with the charter pilot. The one and only, Ford Sinclair, best friend of Ryan Townsend, my sister Amanda's, fiancé. The same man I'd refused to have a one-night stand with at my sister, Robin's wedding.

I hadn't left home for anything but peace and quiet, what I found was a troubled man who also happened to be sexy, persuasive and dirty mouthed.

The Kincaid Sisters is a Bad Boy Rocker spinoff series about Reece Kincaid's (Past Sins: Spicy) sisters.

Book 1 – Meant to be Mine (Jessie Kincaid)

Book 2 – You Were Always Mine (Amanda Kincaid)

Book 3 – Will You be Mine (Sarah Kincaid)

• Language: English
• Publisher: HFCA Publishing
• Release date: Jan 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393243700

Book preview

1

Prologue

Sarah

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Ford is crazy hot with a body to match, but something tells me he isn’t as into me as I am him. Don’t get me wrong, he’s been making all the right sounds and smiling in all the right places. I just can’t put my finger on what’s niggling at me about him.

It’s nice being held in his arms as we dance, and the feel of his hard body against mine is making my lady bits twitch, which hasn’t happened in forever. I’m not oblivious to his erection throbbing against my groin or the way his heartbeat thunders against my breast. He certainly wants more than a dance. Whether or not he takes more is yet to be seen. I’m not even sure if I want more than a dance. He’s confusing.

There is something on his mind and I’m wondering if it’s only an itch that needs scratching. I want to be more than a notch on someone’s bedpost.

You’re thinking too hard, Ford growls into my ear, pressing his pelvis into my groin. I have better things for you to think about in that pretty head of yours.

Smiling, I tilt my head up and meet his gorgeous blue eyes that are sparkling with arousal. Do tell?

Can you leave yet?

Yes.

Dancing toward an exit, Ford takes my hand and pulls me outside and around toward the back of the marquee. It’s incredibly dark out here.

He doesn’t appear to have too much trouble seeing in the pitch black as his mouth finds mine without searching. His lips are firm and demanding.

My body sets aflame as I throw my arms around his neck and hold on tightly while he makes love to my mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed in this way before. It’s all-consuming.

His hands grab my butt as he lifts me into his body. His erection rubs and thrusts hard between my legs. Lowering his head, Ford trails kisses over my jaw and neck, and nibbles on my earlobe before whispering, I can only offer you tonight.

At those words, my blood turns cold, and tears fill my eyes. What the hell did I expect? I had a feeling he had more of an itch than attraction toward me.

Sensing the change in my body, Ford tries to look at me in the dark and gradually helps me get steady on my feet.

I have shit going on, Sarah. I can’t offer more than a night. Not right now.

I try not to hear the sadness in his voice because I’m disappointed and upset. The first man to sweep me off my feet hadn’t been swept off his.

I don’t sleep around, I say with as much dignity as I can muster.

Sarah?

I’m going inside. I catch a look of regret on his features before I carry on past him.

I hear a low curse before he says, I’ll find someone else to wet my pole. You’re not the only woman around.

Gasping at his crudeness, I veer toward the side of the house instead of going back inside the marquee. My enjoyment of the day is gone, and I’m left feeling hurt and alone. At least the asshole told me upfront. I suppose I can’t blame him for being honest.

But who the hell calls his dick a pole? If I weren’t so hurt, I’d have laughed.

I hope Amanda and Ryan decide to elope because I don’t want to see Ford again.

I might as well accept my fate of being a dried-up old spinster with a house full of cats.

2

Sarah

My sister Amanda looks so happy with her fiancé, Ryan, and I couldn’t be happier for them. It’s been a long time coming. No matter, I have this hollow feeling inside my belly that won’t go away. I know what it is. I’m lonely. However, it isn’t something I can click my fingers and have rectified. There is also a little bit of jealousy toward my siblings because they have partners.

I’m all mixed up inside and hate feeling like this. My life is the same daily. I shouldn’t even be thinking about it in terms of unhappiness when there are people out there who truly are alone.

I sigh heavily as Mom sits next to me and throws an arm around my shoulders. I rest my head on her shoulder and breathe in the scent of comfort and home. That’s always my mom.

Want to tell me why you look so sad? Mom asks, and kisses my forehead. You know you can tell me anything.

I know, Mama. I move around on the sofa to face her, which gives me extra time to figure out how to explain how I’m feeling. I’m out of sorts. Reece, Amanda, Mara, Robin, Jessie, and Dahlia all have someone to go home to at night. I smile. I’m hoping you do too, before long. I wiggle my brows, and Mom blushes. Robert is a nice man, Mom. We all like him and want you happy too.

He is nice. She chuckles. He’s scared of Reece.

I roll my eyes. Why doesn’t that surprise me?

He’ll get over it. Mom shakes her head. Sarah, I’ll be happy when all my children are happy, which means we need to find you a good man.

Please don’t go setting me up. Promise me?

I won’t, if that’s what you want.

It is, I drawl. You’re the best person I know. Not only did you raise us kids alone, but you accepted Dahlia when you didn’t have to.

I didn’t accept her for a while. She pauses. However, I’m old enough to know that Dahlia had nothing to do with who her parents were. She had no one but her half-siblings. I did the right thing, and I happen to love her like a daughter. Others don’t understand that because she is the product of my husband having an affair with her mother. Mom smiles, looking toward Dahlia and her husband, Ryder. She’s still a bit intimidated to be here, but I’m hoping given more time, she’ll feel as welcome as the rest of you do.

"I think you should go on vacation with Robert. Let him take you to Scotland and