Let Love Live by Melissa Collins
The Love Series
- Let Love In (The Love Series Book 1)
- Let Love Stay (The Love Series Book 2)
- Let Love Heal (The Love Series Book 3)
- Let Love Be (The Love Series Book 4)
- Let Love Live (The Love Series Book 5)
So let’s see what Melissa has to say about her boys!
Creating characters is no easy feat, but when it’s a series, the challenge is …well, less challenging. I’m going to start with Shane because he was the only character who was in my head from the very first book. Even though he was there from the very beginning, I never really had a concrete idea in my head of who he was. I knew what happened to him and what his life was like, but he wasn’t entirely fleshed out. In Let Love Live he came to life and I fell for him hard. He’s so young and so lost; it’s impossible not to want to reach into the book and just hug him.
Dylan was the next character I created and he is by far the most well-developed across the series. Honestly, when I had originally wrote about him in book two (no I had no clue he even existed in book one), I never thought he’d have his own book. My heart breaks for Dylan, too. But, by the end of Let Love Live, my heart soars for the happiness he’s found. There’s something so poignant about watching an angry, broken man heal and become whole.
And of course that can’t happen without Conner. Oh. Dear. Lord. Sweet Conner! He was a completely new character for me and I knew I had to knock it out of the park with him (I hope I did). He’s honest, funny, and very much down to Earth. Oh, and did I mention he’s an ex-MMA fighter? Conner is everything Dylan doesn’t realize he needs.
This is the last book in the series, and I’m a little saddened to see them go, but I am so in love with these boys. I know they will stay in my heart for a very long time.
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Sweet Excerpt from Let Love Live:
“Before you take these,” Dylan says, sitting next to me and dropping the pills into my hand, “I have something I need to say.”
“Okay.” I’m leery to say the least, his tone quiet and somewhat uncertain.
A deep breath of air fills his lungs and he looks at me. Something dances in his eyes. With a trembling hand, he brushes my hair out of my eyes. “If someone would have told me that you’d walk into my life and turn it completely upside down, I’d have told them they were crazy.” He drags my hand into his and brings it up to his mouth. “For far too long, I was far too happy to keep everyone on the outside. And then you came along, and for the first time in so long, I felt something.”
“Me, too.” Tugging at our hands, I bring them to my mouth, feeling the shaking in his hands relax marginally.
“I was too afraid to let myself love anyone, thinking that I’d lose them somehow. The fear of loss kept me closed off from my own life. And now, with you…it’s not like that,” he pauses, looking for the right words. “What I mean is,” he clarifies, focusing his deep blue eyes on mine, “that with you, it’s not about being afraid of losing you.”
“I’m that easy, huh?” I joke. The look of growing frustration on his face tells me I’ve misunderstood him, and that now is not the time for jokes.
“No, that’s not what I mean. I’m petrified of losing you. When you fell yesterday, the only thought I could put together was one of sickening concern. What if he hits his head? What if he’s permanently injured? What if he blacks out and never comes back? But then, when I saw you were okay, the only thought going through my head was that there was no way in hell I could ever go through the rest of my life without you.”
His words cut through me. Stripping me bare, they reflect the exact same way I feel about him.
“You see, with you, the thing that scares me isn’t the thought of losing you. What scares the shit out of me is not having you in my life in the first place,” Dylan says, softly. He lowers his face to mine, cradling my jaw, and searching my eyes. “I love you, Conner. You brought me back to life simply by just being here. And I don’t ever want to picture a life that you’re not a part of.”
With the softest of caresses, he strokes his thumb against my lower lip before pressing his own in the same spot. As his forehead rests against mine and our breaths mingle in the small space between us, I inhale him. This sweet, angry man who turned everything I thought I knew about my own life completely upside down.
“I’m not as good with words as you are, but know that I love you, too.”
With hands and hearts joined, we fall asleep, a sense of peace that, before this moment, was foreign to both of us, covering us like the warmest of blankest on the coldest of nights.
Something a little HOTTER:
The instant we’re through the door of our apartment, Dylan locks me in his grip, bruising my lips in a frantic and heated kiss. “I’ve been waiting to do that all day,” he murmurs against my mouth.
He pushes me back, shoving me up against the door, nearly knocking the wind out of my lungs. With nimble fingers, he unbuttons my shorts and shoves them down to the floor. When he wraps his hand around my instantly hard cock, I attack his mouth with bruising force. He strokes me from root to tip, back and forth, as his tongue slides in and out of my mouth. Capturing his face in my hands, I hold him still and suck his tongue into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks.
As he sinks to his knees, he reaches one hand up my shirt, pinching my nipple. His hot mouth wraps around my cock, forcing me to bow off the door. With his hands on either side of my hips, pressing against the door, it clatters on its hinges behind me as Dylan fucks me with his mouth.
My fingers dive into his hair, holding him in place as I shove every inch into his throat. “Ahhhh… Dylan…” His tongue swirls around the broad head of my cock, sending waves of pleasure racing over my entire body, drawing my balls tight up against my body. “Fuck,” I growl as he rakes his short nails over them, causing them to tingle even more.
With the sexiest look I’ve ever seen, he reaches up and puts his finger in my mouth, wanting me to suck on it. I match his rhythm, soaking his digit as requested. He drops my dick from his mouth and replaces it with his finger, adding to the moisture gathered there before he pulls me away from the door. His finger sinks into me easily, probing, stretching, fucking me.
The combination of his mouth wrapped tightly around my cock and his finger plunging in and out of my ass, my orgasm rips through me without warning. On a loud roar and final thrust into his mouth, I come, wildly, without any concern for the loud slamming noises my body makes against the door.
Dazed and thoroughly sated, I look down at Dylan licking me clean. “You’re fucking insane at that.” He stands and I rest my forehead against his, my labored breathing the only thing between us.
Who would you become if you lost the only person who ever mattered?
For twenty-six year old Dylan Hopkins, the answer is easy. He’s become no one. Memories of the happier times are all he has left as he finds himself meandering numbly through his now dull life. Though he cares about his work and family dearly, he’s yet to let himself find love again. Afraid of letting go of what he once had, Dylan chooses to keep his heart buried, where it belongs, having died a long time ago.
Conner Michelson is about to change everything Dylan knows. He’s every bit the bad boy persona - tatted up, ex-MMA fighter, but after an injury leaves him unable to fight, he has to rethink his goals. Having just opened his own gym, Conner can cross his first major life accomplishment off his very short list. Next up: find a man he can settle down with and build a family. Seems simple enough - a dream most people have, but when he meets Dylan, his carefree, easy-going life is thrown into a tailspin.
Determined to keep Dylan in his life, Conner vows to resurrect Dylan's long ago buried heart and let love live once more.