Exclusive Harlin POV Scene + Contest (A Want so Wicked)

Today's the day! Suzanne Young's A Want so Wicked is officially released! I love this book in a ridiculous number of ways, even a little more than I loved A Need so Beautiful. I am SO excited that it's finally out there for everyone to pick up.

To celebrate, I asked Suzanne to write a scene from Harlin's POV, between A Need so Beautiful and A Want so Wicked, and now I am crazy excited to get to share it with you guys!

So with that, I bring you DESIRE! And a chance to win a signed copy of A Want so Wicked, after Harlin in all his sexy (and sad and broken) glory.



I stand at the railing of the Rose City Bridge and stare down at the black water. Air—icy and crisp—blows up the collar of my leather jacket, slapping it against my cheek. The numbness in my fingers would make it impossible to draw this scene now, even as the spiral bound sketchpad bites into my hip from where I rolled it and stuck it in my pocket. Water laps at the concrete pillars below, inviting me in.

Charlotte.

My phone vibrates, but I make no move to answer it. Instead I close my eyes as the next gust of wind blows my hair across my face. My brother Jeremy tells me I should cut it, but I don’t. I can’t. I feel like I can’t do anything. He doesn’t remember Charlotte. I still do. I remember how she would cut my hair in the bathroom, towel draped over my shoulders. How her fingers would stray to lightly stroke the skin of my neck, and I’d murmur something dirty. Or loving. How she’d promise to be gentle, and how I’d promise her everything.

The phone stops vibrating and I open my eyes again, letting out a held breath. I’m sure it was Monroe—ready to offer more advice, more insight into why things had to be this way. But it’s bullshit. He’s bullshit. And I told him so before I left.

What I didn’t tell him is that I feel the pull, the desire to find someone. Desire. It’s not the same thing I felt for Charlotte—my Charlotte. With her it was about love and lust and life and... death. I look down at my boots. Right now I’m consumed with the thought of my own death, and how if there truly is light, truly is goodness in this world... that Charlotte will somehow find me there. In the light.

Vines of tremors spread up my arms, wrap around my heart and squeeze. I wince and look toward my Harley. I have to leave now, go to wherever I’m needed, wherever I Desire. Monroe told me about my plan, job, curse. I don’t think the aching will stop until I do what I’m supposed to.

But nothing can ever stop the way I ache for Charlotte.


See what happens next in A WANT SO WICKED.



I call first dibs on hugging the sad out of him, amongst other things, so back off on that front. But you can totally stare from afar.

Ahem.

So there you guys have it. A little exclusive tidbit to make your mouths water, and yes, you will see plenty of Harlin in A Want so Wicked and trust me, it. Is. Good.

And for those of you who can stand to wait to read this book, I am bringing you the chance to win a signed copy of A Want so Wicked!

To enter, just fill  out THIS form!

This contest is US only, and ends July 10.

No entries will be accepted through the comments, but you know you want to leave one anyhow. I mean, come on, it's Suzanne's release day and she wrote this scene just for you guys!