Only Tyler was a book that refused to be shoved into the bottom drawer. No matter how many problems I faced with it, the characters kept yelling at me to write and then rewrite the story. I couldn't disappoint them.
It may have taken a year to complete, and then another year before it was published, but it was worth the wait. I adore this book and love all three of the main characters: Tyler, Katie and Steve.
Don't be misled. This is not a ménage. It's a classic love triangle. And all three characters are tortured by the decisions they inevitably have to make.
Could you do it? Could you choose between love and friendship?
ONLY TYLER
Circle of Friends - Book 1
Love...or friendship? Does she really have to choose?
Katelyn Rosewood is facing a moral dilemma, one that's six-foot-two, sexy as sin-and her fiancé's best friend. Katie spent a lot of time getting over Tyler Bonnard, but now that he's back in Sydney, he's turning her carefully reconstructed world upside down.
Her relationship with Steve Sommers may be short on heat and desire, but after Tyler left her two years before, she'll take security and solid friendship over wild passion any day. Except Tyler seems to have a good-if outrageous-explanation for why he's returned.
After a tragic family secret tore him out of Katie's life, Tyler is glad to be back with his two best friends. But one thing is out of place: Katie's in the wrong man's arms. And if her reaction to his return is any indication, she's not quite over him. Which could mean hope for Tyler, heartbreak for Steve...
And another devastating loss for Katie, who must choose between the man to whom she's committed her future, and the man who still holds her heart.
Warning: Keep a tissue or two handy while reading this book. While it does contain a few steamy love scenes, the rest of the story might just make you cry.
Only Tyler,
An Excerpt
"Katie, my sweet." Tyler draped an arm casually around her shoulders. "Steve over here insists he won the tennis match we played the month before I left. You and I both know he didn't even win a game, never mind the match. Could you please set the record straight?"
His arm sat like a branding iron around her neck. A few years back she would have welcomed its heat, gloried in it. Now it felt awkward, sinful almost. Fire shot through her, singeing her skin, as flesh touched flesh.
"Tennis match?" she asked, trying desperately not to stammer. She shouldn't be responding to him this way. Not now. Not after all this time, and especially not when she was engaged.
"Yeah, the one we played at the resort in Noosa. Remember?"
Her stomach lurched beneath her ribs. How could she forget? A month before Tyler left, the three of them had taken a week off work and gone away together. A farewell holiday, so to speak. A time that marked the end of her friendship with Tyler as she knew it, and the beginning of a whole new relationship.
"You talking about that farce of a game you played on the court next to the two hot women in bikinis?" she asked, coercing amusement into her tone. That match had been the turning point, and he knew it. Damn, why bring it up now?
She'd umpired the game. Watched every ball, every rally between the two men. Watched every step Tyler had taken, every forehand and backhand he'd belted across the net. Watched with a hunger that began as a craving for a taste of him and culminated in a burning need to make love to him. A fierce hunger that would not settle.
"There were half-naked women playing tennis? I don't recall that." Steve shut the fridge with a smile, and holding a carton of orange juice in his hand, used it to gesture at Tyler. "All I remember was nailing his ass to the floor with my killer serve."
"Yeah, right," Tyler scoffed. "The only thing you nailed that day was the babe in the black bikini."
"Please, mate. You should have given your game the same amount of attention as you gave the bikini. Maybe that way you would at least have scored a point."
Tyler grinned, and his arm tightened around her shoulders. "Oh I scored that day. Just ask your fiancée."
Her jaw dropped open. He did not just say that.
Did he?
"And plenty of satisfaction I got from it too," Tyler added.
A startled gasp escaped her chest. In front of Steve? He was joking about their sex games in front of her fiancé?
Tyler pressed his hip against her waist, sending surges of goose bumps scuttling up her side. "Didn't I, Katie?"
With a single thrust of his hips, he buried himself inside her. Her inner walls contracted at the sheer pleasure of the tight fit, and then relaxed to take him deeper.
He growled. "If I didn't feel this insane pressure to pull out and drive into you again, I'd say this was the most satisfying experience of my life."
She turned her head and gaped at him. How dare he?
"Now don't look at me like that," he chastised. "You umpired the game. You know full well I beat him fair and square. You even laughed out loud when I did my victory dance."
Laughed out loud? No, she'd groaned in mock horror as he'd strutted his stuff around the court. In true sports-hero style, he'd ripped off his shirt, fallen to his knees at the foot of her chair, held his hands up in triumph and howled as he leaned back until his head touched the ground.
Her groan had quickly changed to one of stifled desire as his chest glistened in the sunlight, the six-pack above his stomach displayed in sheer male arrogance. It was all she could do not to jump him then and there.
She'd waited a couple of hours until Steve had gone to sleep.
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Thank you again, Se, for having me over.
Hugs,
Jess
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