tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37298019146986252422024-02-07T19:55:41.749-08:00Melissa's Delicious BooksThis blog is my outlet to share my love of books, my reviews, author interviews and other book related subjects. I primarily read Contemporary Romance, Erotica and Mystery. I have began the journey into Dark Romance, Horror, Motorcycle Club and Sci-Fi genres. I love the places you can go while reading, become a different person for a moment, just being caught up in the fabulous story unfolding. I hope my wide range of books helps you discover a new favorite author.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16882482537124952150noreply@blogger.comBlogger2050125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729801914698625242.post-50189042455913202252017-07-25T18:38:00.002-07:002017-07-25T18:38:50.806-07:00
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">No longer a wife or a mother, what was once a full and meaningful life was now obliterated; leaving me with nothing but darkness in its place. </span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheGOqGiK2HEEHu54LcZTILavz_0bqEgHHcWoqBBG6zXv23b69KIMzlnOUETA6ZXwsRCnCYahe57gyTF1fdSOFqUTxY8jV-ucOR_pJFblflBvENWva1Qqsx7YZtcZpqsdLXIc8p72Pb4k0/s1600/temp+release+banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheGOqGiK2HEEHu54LcZTILavz_0bqEgHHcWoqBBG6zXv23b69KIMzlnOUETA6ZXwsRCnCYahe57gyTF1fdSOFqUTxY8jV-ucOR_pJFblflBvENWva1Qqsx7YZtcZpqsdLXIc8p72Pb4k0/s640/temp+release+banner.jpg" width="640" /></a></div> <span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>THE OTHER SIDE OF DUSK</b></span></div> <div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">Eilan Water Trilogy, book 1</span><br /> <span style="font-size: large;">by Cherime MacFarlane</span></div> <a name='more'></a><div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <b><br /></b> <b>Genre:</b> Historical Romance <br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoLVL1k1qCk4mOFFX7kr1b3VMLgcbRTUVGI0KtG92zXIcCcu-S5G-S1AblHKHoYaneFtIyl9NcZG-t0vXNqjNzgSoomVCx3RHstjMahHm3uYjj722TgAOLlbDbEnnyl9BoNcReg71dHG4/s1600/The+Other+Side+of+Dusk+Cover+Final.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoLVL1k1qCk4mOFFX7kr1b3VMLgcbRTUVGI0KtG92zXIcCcu-S5G-S1AblHKHoYaneFtIyl9NcZG-t0vXNqjNzgSoomVCx3RHstjMahHm3uYjj722TgAOLlbDbEnnyl9BoNcReg71dHG4/s640/The+Other+Side+of+Dusk+Cover+Final.jpg" width="434" /></a></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <br /></div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Ualan’s mother is killed, and he is sold as a slave. The Roman woman who purchases him must get pregnant before the master gets rid of her as he did his first wife. And the male slave she uses cannot appear to be a full grown man, so as not to force the master to acknowledge his lack. Her plan backfires when an old soldier, head of the household guard, takes pity on the boy. He teaches Ualan to fight and when the child is born, helps the slave escape with his son. He is home but...his people aren't sure he is the one who can take his father's place when the time comes. Ualan may not be fit in body and mind. Rumors are flying of the possible retreat of the Romans back behind Hadrian’s Wall. The Picts are ready to revolt against Roman rule and the Scotti may be caught in the middle. To make matters worse, the master is seeking his stolen son.<br /> <br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <div style="height: 400px; overflow: auto;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYlY618uWhKiLiD9CIMh3TvJnXAmUCe_RIxSt-vl_AMd89MaO6hqI66A8YLDXdsUsjFDTKu4cu89glvVGHxb9vjx7QBWl7Y4a6OxcC_dzcCQhgQXW_6sxx64DQm1CzS2wt0PTHJ7Tl9Z0/s1600/The+Other+Side+of+Dusk+Kill+one+of+them.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYlY618uWhKiLiD9CIMh3TvJnXAmUCe_RIxSt-vl_AMd89MaO6hqI66A8YLDXdsUsjFDTKu4cu89glvVGHxb9vjx7QBWl7Y4a6OxcC_dzcCQhgQXW_6sxx64DQm1CzS2wt0PTHJ7Tl9Z0/s320/The+Other+Side+of+Dusk+Kill+one+of+them.jpg" width="307" /></a></div> <center> <img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTG3djPN1sOkvT_166chG59LJakZYf2t_O7EAEclyhsQ71mdtZV-Fib29tyOVk4p9OJrVmnRp3TvjtIqBqZkVOSWFdP5RbtC4ZDA_yzPHnsHjkwqFWMokX_PXlgtAexwsS6s8g5yjkaSkg/s1600/excerpt.png" /></center> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /> Twisting to escape, he couldn’t break away from the thongs binding both wrists and feet. Someday he would get free, and when he did, he would kill her. No! Leave me be! Don’t...Unable to block the tide, he was helpless. His head thrashed from side to side as she did those things the woman knew would harden him for her use. Then she would mount him. And he hated her for what she did.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> He was sobbing. A huge surge of desire overrode his anger and fear. What she did to his body was wrong.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “Da! ‘Tis me. Wake now.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Taog climbed into the bed with him and snuggled into Ualan’s embrace. The lad didn’t care how sweat soaked from the nightmare he might be. With a sigh, Ualan hugged the child tight.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “Was it truly horrid?” The childish whisper feathered warm air over the hollow of his throat.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “Nae, Taog. Nae so bad. I couldnae wake. Thank ye for bringing me out of tha bog.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “Did ye dream of being caught in tha moss, tha old bog?”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> No one knew of the content of the dark dreams that sometimes had him screaming in the middle of the night. None would ever know. Ualan intended to shield those he cared about from the truth. That he had become a tool for a Roman bitch to get a child for a man unable to produce a son, was his secret alone.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> In the end, he took his revenge. The child she set out to have snuggled in Ualan’s bed in his family's broch. Had Ualan been unable to escape, he would have killed the child before letting the bitch have him. God had been good. Ualan lay beneath the sleeping furs in his home on the far side of the damnable Roman wall, his son in his arms.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> He wondered if the bitch was still alive. It was doubtful. Duilius would have flayed the skin from her body for allowing Ualan to escape with his son. Caecilia feared the man. It was one of the reasons she had purchased him in the slave market, to get her with child. Duilius was impotent and refused to believe it. He blamed his young wife.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> With help from the Christian slave, the captain of the house guard, Ualan won the war. He stroked the child’s hair and sniffed the aroma the boy wore. Horse and hound, a bit of smoke and the scent of earth told him the lad had spent the day outside. It was comforting. On his side with the child tight to his breast, Ualan would sleep. 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I have lived here since 1977. I have seen -40 degrees, hauled water, made bear bacon and I live in a cabin. I have used a fishwheel to catch salmon coming up the Copper River. I was my second husband's chief mechanic's helper and roadie. I have cut firewood on shares. I worked as a cocktail waitress during pipeline days in a small lodge on the Richardson Highway.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> My second husband, a Scot from Glasgow, was the love of my life. When I write Scots dialect, I personally experienced hearing it from my in laws. When my husband got on the phone to Scotland, after 5 seconds I could barely understand a word.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> We moved to Wasilla to get warm. It barely drops past -25 degrees here in the winter. 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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“It’s a good fear, Sam. I’d miss it if it wasn’t there...”<br /> <br /> Musical prodigy Eddie Dean gets everything she wants. The best violin, the best boyfriend, and a place at the best music school in London are hers until her father goes bankrupt. Once the financial facade comes tumbling down, Eddie’s broke and her boyfriend couldn’t care less.<br /> <br /> The doorstep of Jimmy’s Café is the last place she expects to wash up.<br /> <br /> Scrubbing dishes and serving fried breakfasts to pay her rent is as hellish as she imagined, and her new life is made worse by the distain of her boss’s sneering grandson. Sam Novak is arrogant, rude, and gorgeous, and if Eddie never sees him again, it will be too soon. Shame she can’t stop thinking about him. Dreaming about him. Craving him.<br /> <br /> And then there’s his best friend Dylan. <br /> <br /> Dylan is as light as Sam is dark, and Eddie wants him too. She can have him too—according to Sam—but when Sam reveals a vulnerability that could cost him his life, it’s time for Eddie to face the music. Does she still need to get everything she wants, or should she choose what matters? </span><br />
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<p style="text-align: center;">Title: True Hero</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Series: True Hearts Series</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Author: Susan Owensby</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Release Date: May 23, 2017</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Cover Designer: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/wickedwomendesigns/">Susan Garwood, Wicked Women Designs</a></p>
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<div>Ally</div>
<div>On the run, with no one to turn to,</div>
<div>I’m doing all I can to stay alive, protect myself, and my little boy.</div>
<div>I left everything behind, determined to start over and give my child a normal life.</div>
<div>I have rules. Rules I have to follow. Rules that keep me alive.</div>
<div>1. Keep my head down.</div>
<div>2. Keep life simple.</div>
<div>3. Trust no one.</div>
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<div>That definitely includes retired Navy Seal Jonah Bradford. He’s completely off limits.</div>
<div>It doesn’t matter if he wakes up the woman inside of me.</div>
<div>I can’t be that woman anymore. No matter how much he makes me wish I could.</div>
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<div>Jonah</div>
<div>Giving up my career to run the family business wasn’t an easy decision. Once a SEAL, always a SEAL.</div>
<div>Yet, I’ve adjusted. I like my life, but something is missing.</div>
<div>One look at the freckle-faced beauty working at the local diner and I know exactly what it is.</div>
<div>But, I’m alive today by following my instincts and everything about Ally is setting off alarm bells that scream she’s trouble.</div>
<div>I don’t care. I want her.</div>
<div>The problem is she won’t give me the time of day.</div>
<div>That’s okay. I like a challenge.</div>
<div>I just have to uncover all of her secrets and end the fear that keeps shining in her eyes.</div>
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<p class="m_7883601489605114784gmail-MsoCommentText"><span class="_5yl5">Susan Owensby, a mother of six, lives in the Midwest along with her husband, a retired Army Veteran. An avid romance reader for years, Susan is happy to share stories that have been floating in her head for years with her readers. In her spare time when she is not writing or doing graphic design, she loves reading, of course, listening to her favorite music, and spending time with her family. Be sure to follow Susan so you don't miss out on her latest news</span>: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorSusanOwensby/</p>
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Xander's new mission puts his crew into the path of a Beltine hive ship. No one has survived such an
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But then, no one else has highly skilled Adamanta-equipped fighters on board, either. Even so, choosing
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“Get that door open, now!” Matt launched into action, not waiting for the Beltine to react to her presence.
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Two of the Dairos were dead, leaving Matt to fight six more. Thankfully, she'd closed enough of the
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Matt grunted as a shot caught the side of her left arm. As the pain spread, she almost dropped the
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“Hurry up, Drew,” she yelled, not daring to take her focus off the Beltine to check his progress. She
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Gun blasts from behind her let Matt know she was finally not alone. Drew had let Xander and Trey onto
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She was less than ten meters away, still deflecting laser shots and forcing the Dairos back, when a
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With all her swords on the other side of the door, Matt knew there was only one response that made
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Leaping up, she brought her swords in close. The remaining Dairos hesitated, whichever Kyraos controlled
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She rolled to one side, towards the nearest Beltine, and pulled another sword from the sheaths on her
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Matt has spent her whole life helping her parents with research that could change the fate of the entire
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Colonel Xander and his crew are there to secure as much of it as possible for the human military force.
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T. Y. Carew is the pen name for an entire group of authors. They've come together to write the Adamanta
series and other works in the same universe. So far, they consist of Stephen P. Scott, Andrew Bellingham, Ella Medler and Jess Mountifield. They're a quirky bunch of writers, with a variety of genres under their belt and different elements to their styles
we'll hope you agree make an interesting blend. One thing they definitely have in common is the love of diving into a book and going on an adventure, be that reading or writing one!<br />
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During her still relatively short life Jess has displayed an innate curiosity for learning new things
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When she's not working she can often be found with friends, enjoying a vast array of films, ice skating
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We have collated an Author Info Pack, which you can look through if you are considering contributing
to this ongoing series. Genre: sci-fi. Length of episode: 20k words approx. Stay in the Adamanta world, but write your story. You have a core of ready characters, but can write your own and use as many or few of the original ones as you like. We'll need to
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Title: Dare to Love</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Series: The Beautifully Broken Series</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Author: Amanda Kaitlyn</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Genre: LGBT Romance/Gay Romance/New Adult Fiction</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Release Date: June 9, 2017</span> </span>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The coffee shop and bakery had been in Kaelyn’s family for two generations and now I could see why it was so important to her. My brother had wanted her to sell off her shares of the business and move back to Chicago with him and their two beautiful daughters but she’d resisted. She wanted to finish out the year before transferring her half of </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Joyous Cup </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">to her best friend and business partner, Meghan. Having grown up in the heart of the windy city, I couldn’t help but want her and my brother to come back home where our family was. Ever since I was a young girl, I was surrounded by people who loved and cared for me. My family was tightly knit and though, yes it could prove to be a bit stifling- I loved every moment of it. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“So? How was the drive in? Did you hit any traffic?” </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When I was growing up, my Dad took a truck driving job one year when the business at the garage wasn’t doing very well. Most times, I would tag along on his long drives if they landed on a weekend or during that winter. I loved the feeling I got from the slow hum of a powerful engine underneath me and the sight of the road in front of me. But after close to thirty hours behind the wheel, it had definitely worn me out. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nodding, I dropped my purse onto the luggage cart and rushed toward her, curling my arms around her as soon as I got close enough. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I can’t believe your here, Bree! I’ve missed you so much!” </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She pulled away from our hug first, her eyes shining with excitement. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“How have you been? Shit, girl, it’s been so long since I last saw you!” </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I wiped away a stray tear from my face, nodding. Bree James and I had been best friends since I could remember ever having one. Our mothers were the best of friends, even calling each other sisters as we were growing up. It was natural that we became fast friends as children. I shook my head in blissful remembrance at all of the shenanigans we caused back then. Bree and I were attached at the hip. As soon as we could leave home without our protective mothers hovering nearby, we set out to cause mischief. My favorite had to be when we poured ice water in a metal jug and attached it to the door of my fathers tool shed, causing him to be pelted when it opened. The look on his face as he spotted us hiding and giggling loudly in the nearby bushes? </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Priceless. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Since I moved away from our home town of Chicago, Illinois, we had lost touch. At first, it was small. We would miss our daily phone calls, a visit back home would be canceled or I would forget to video chat her after class one night. It was hard to be so far away from the large, loving home I grew up in. It was even more difficult to adapt to living without the constant presence of my two best friends, Bree and Nathan. I didn’t notice how far Bree and I had strayed from our friendship until it was too late. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As we hugged again and reminisced on our childhood adventures, I thanked God that there was a such thing as social media. We’d reconnected online last year and were thankfully as close as ever, especially now that I was spending the hot, Texas winter here. I was so happy she was here. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“The last few weeks have been crazy, Bree. With final projects being due and my older brothers coming into the city to attend my graduation, I was sure I’d go crazy before the ceremony ended!” </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Her sweet, carefree laugh hit my ear. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I sometimes thought that it was crazy we were ever able to get along. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We were opposite in almost every way. I was bright and happy, overly excited for every phase of life and eager to take the world by the horns.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I had always been that way. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The always present support of my loving family had made me thrust out of my shell at a young age. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Complete with bright, neon colors, long flow skirts and enough books to last me a lifetime, that was who I was. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Bree was this small, light skinned beauty with black hair that fell down her back in waves. Her eyes were the color of the sea- deep, navy blue with flecks of green and yellow in them. She always wore dark colors, black, brown or brown. And she was always in either a pants suit or a pair of snugly fit Levi jeans. Bree hated to dress up and thought of herself somewhat goth. Her makeup was dark, ruby red lipstick and silver eye-shadow. The faint lines of her midnight black eyeliner made her eyes look even brighter as she lifted her head and I smiled. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Out of all of the time I had known her, she never changed. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I loved that so much because I knew she was real, through and through. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Growing up under the watchful gaze of the public meant that most friends I had made as a child were that of motive. Girls became friends with me to get closer to my musician brothers. Boys befriended me in hopes of getting a shot with my families record company. Almost none of them were founded by true friendship. At first, it hurt. But then I realized that in time, I would find who my real, my true friends were. In the end of high school, I learned who that friend had been all along. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Bree James. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I’m so damn proud of you. I knew you could do it. When you left, I was mad. Not going to lie about that. But your my best friend. My confidant. My sister from another mister,” A loud laugh leaves me at that but she just squeezes my hand in hers and continues. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I couldn’t be mad at you for long, though. You followed your dream of sculpture like a fucking badass, Allison.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I broke into a mess at her honest words and flung my arms around her, again. As she hugged me just as fiercely, I realized she was </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">here. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In Fredricksburg, Texas. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My eyebrows drew together at the realization because it just didn’t make sense. We’d grown up in Illinois. Her family was in Illinois. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Why was she here, now? </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What are you doing here, Bree?” </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She pulled back, smiling wider at my question. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I own this place. My husband and I bought it after the Wilson’s, the previous owners, passed away. Don’t you just love this little place?” </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My heart squeezed in my chest almost painfully. God, I’d missed out on so much while I was away. Somehow my once cynical and hopeless romantic best friend had gone and gotten married and if the twinkle in her eyes was any indication, she was happy. She had the life I always hoped she would. Surrounded by love and happiness and void of the sorrow her childhood had once given her. My best friend was finally happy. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Oh, I’m so happy for you. God, we missed a lot in each others lives, huh?” </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I asked, cradling her face as a bright, no holds barred smile spreads across her face. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“It was only last month that we got married.” </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was pretty sure my eyes bulged out of my head as I heard her voice whisper across the space between us, her voice quiet as if she hadn’t meant to omit that confession. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I wish I had known, girl. I would have loved to be there” </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Shaking her head, she busies herself with the folder in her hands. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I could feel the nerves radiating off of her in waves. Somewhere between the topic of the bed and breakfast and Kingsley, she’d become a bundle of nerves. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“It was, uh, a quick wedding”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Oh my gosh, Bree!” </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What!” Her quiet yell snapped back at me and my eyes widened as I noticed the blush that was now littered across her cheeks. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“It was a shotgun wedding?” </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sighing loudly, she plopped back into the chair next to me and nodded, then quickly, she was shaking her head again. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Uh, no, I swear it wasn’t like that. I moved here a year ago and I needed a part time job between classes. Something to fill my time. Kingsley worked at the local bar and hired me on the spot. Almost immediately, we began dating. It was slow going at first, though. He would stay after his shifts ended and we had dinner after the night crew had left. He’s just got this way about him, Allison.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“My ears are ringing, Bree. You bragging about me to our customers, now?” </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A deep, booming voice came from the doorway of the front lobby and my eyes moved toward the sound. When my eyes landed on the large, tall man that not only stood in the doorway but filled it completely, I gasped in surprise. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Hey, I didn’t think you would be home for a while. How was the meeting?” </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bree stood and walked toward him, her hands instantly drawing up to touch his scruffy face. I watched, entranced as the seemingly hard, stone faced man visibly softened the moment she was touching him. Bending his knees just slightly, he brought his wide, muscled arms around her back to take hold of her ass as he lifted her up his body that had to be at least 6’5. Her hands smoothed over his cheek as she smiled, a look passing through them that spoke volumes as to how they felt about each other. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My best friend was in love. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“It was fine. This contractor is gonna get his ass kicked if he doesn’t stop beating around the bush. I don’t need him to argue with me. I just need him to get this shit done” Even with the anger spliced through his tone, his body molded tightly to hers, his hands squeezing her bottom in a silent claiming. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“King. I want you to meet someone. Stop feeling me up, silly man” </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He scoffed roughly, hiking her body up a few inches until their mouths touched. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Don’t tell me what to do, woman” </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Let me down.” </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Frowning, he kissed her briefly, then caved to her softly spoken demand. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Allison, this is my husband, Kingsley. Kingsley, baby, meet my best friend from high school, Allison.” </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He stepped forward, out reaching one large hand to me. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I’m damn glad to meet you, Allison. Bree has missed you something fierce.” </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Shaking his hand, I nodded. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I had missed her, too. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Me too. It looks like you make her very happy.” </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 44pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bree rested her head against his shoulder, proving my words were true. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah,” He nodded once. “I guess, I do” </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">***</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The softly blowing wind whispered over my face, my feet stepping over crushed leaves as I walked toward the small park in the middle of town the following day. After spending some much needed time with Bree and her husband, I hadn’t been able to keep the smile off of my face. It felt so </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">damn </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">good to be back near the people that made me happy, made me laugh. Though I hadn’t seen my brother yet, I knew that feeling of true happiness of this place would only grow once I did. Luke was my biggest fan, after all. Hell, wasn’t that what older brothers were for? </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The wind of the cool, winter day picked up and my hands reached for the small zipper of the black fleece jacket I wore, dragging it up until it reached my chin. The sun shone above, causing rays of light to cascade over the hills of the grass covered ground in Fell’s Park. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There was another rolling hill toward the ending of grass, where the green ground led to a small, dirt road and I noticed a quaint little brick house nearby. I squinted my eyes, my gaze landing on the small sign at the top of the door. As I moved closer, my hands slipped into the deep pockets of my </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Lucky </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">dark denim jeans. The sign becoming larger as I approached, my curiosity piqued. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Who knew an animal shelter lay in the center of the small park I chose to take a walk in? </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ever since I was a young girl, I had a very special love for animals of all kind.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dogs, cats, anything I could get my hands on, I loved them. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I couldn’t count on one hand how many animals I had as a kid. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The time away from home hadn’t changed that. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">An excited smile tugged my lips as I headed toward the small, brick house. But the closer I drew to the house, I noticed it wasn’t really a house at all. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It was three brick cottages built together, connecting by a large, cherry wood wrap porch. Behind the buildings lay a long pasture of grass area where I saw the heads of a few grazing horses. The excitement inside of me caused my heart to flutter like that of a little girl but still, I couldn’t retreat from what I had stumbled upon. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The large, wooden door creaked as it closed behind me and I stepped inside, cautious. The floors were the first thing I noticed. They were laminate hard wood and as I looked at them, I could tell they’d been laid by hand. I watched my older brothers do enough construction to know that wasn’t an easy task. My eyes moved next to the large front lobby and a long, narrow hallway that most likely led to where the animals were kept. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I all but jumped out of my skin from surprise as a woman’s voice came from the other side of the reception desk in front of me. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Be with you in just a moment, Ma’am” </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A shiver ran up my spine at the sound of the raspy voice and my hand came to rest on the handle of the door I’d just come through. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As if at a moments notice, I would bolt. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Maybe I would. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I didn’t understand the mixture of trepidation and curiosity that was now humming through my veins like liquid adrenaline. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I didn’t know why I suddenly wondered why I’d stumbled inside the building in the first place. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I stepped deeper inside as I heard the woman’s footsteps retreat from the desk, most likely getting something from the the office. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For some reason, the sound of her voice had struck a cord in me. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I had no idea how it sounded so familiar to me, since I hadn’t been here even a few days yet. How could I know her if we’d never actually met? </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Maybe she was another old friend from up North, where I grew up. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Shit, maybe I was going crazy from the lack of sleep. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Between the long drive from New York, my late night yesterday and a fatigue from the drastic change of weather I’d experienced, I was probably losing it. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was about to step back from the reception desk and toward the large, oak wood door when the woman came from the back office and into my view for the first time. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">No. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My inner voice screamed at me as I took a step back unconsciously, as if from sheer instinct. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It couldn’t be. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I told myself, shaking my head in disbelief. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Ally,” She said, her rasped voice now so much clearer as she stood in front of me. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There was only one woman who’d ever called me that.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> She was a ghost from my past but for this one, small moment, she was real. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #353535;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">When September quietly slips away and up the stairs, I follow. Alexandra is setting the table while my mom finishes up dinner, so no one notices when we both disappear. I find her in her old bedroom. It looks the same as the day she left. My family never fostered another after her. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #353535;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Never took you as the sentimental type.” She tenses at my voice. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #353535;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Never took you for the bitter type.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #353535;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“You think I’m bitter?” I laugh. “No. I would have to care to be bitter.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #353535;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> September turns to face me, her hands balled into fists. A smirk spreads on my face as she stomps toward me, fire in her eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #353535;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“You don’t care?” she hisses. “You hold an awful lot of resentment for someone that never cared.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #353535;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Snap. My control breaks. My hands grip her waist as I push her back against her old closet door. Her body makes a soft thud as she hits.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #353535;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“You wanna know what I cared about? I cared about getting into your pants. All I cared about was fucking you before you finally left. You think you broke my heart?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #353535;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">She doesn’t answer but her face grows a deeper shade of red. Anger or embarrassment, I’m not sure. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #353535;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“No. I don’t hate you because you left and broke my heart. I got what I wanted from you.” My eyes make a slow trail down her body. “I hate you because you came back.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #353535;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Her body trembles against mine as we stare each other down. Each one of us hard and furious. Heat curls around us. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #353535;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Why? Bring back memories?” I hiss. “Isn’t this where you begged me to touch you? I think it was just like this, with my hands down your pants, when you begged me not to stop until you came all over my fingers.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #353535;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Unlike that night four years ago, September is angry and has learned how to punch since then. Her fist collides with my jaw, and I stumble back. Before I can reach up to rub my sore face, she pushes me again until I hit the opposite wall. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #353535;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Touch me again and you’ll wish you never met me,” she growls at me. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #353535;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Don’t worry. I’m doing this job and disappearing. You won’t see me ever again after we finish this.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #353535;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I don’t blame her when she walks away and ignores me for the rest of the night. If anyone notices the bruise on my face, they don’t comment. I deserved her fist and probably more. I was a dick to her, like I usually was. This time I said things I didn’t mean just to hurt her. I’m not sure if I can take them back. I’m not even sure I should.</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Alyne wrote her first novel titled "Light to the Darkness" in 2014.
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Havana Heat is book one of the Romance Set in Paradise Series of modern, steamy, suspenseful and romantic stories, set in exotic locations around the world. In Havana Heat readers are transported to the paradise of Cuba’s capital Havana, following the romantic heat build between Spaniard Detective Sebastian Garcia, and London born and bred wedding planner Melinda Jones. Melinda’s path crosses with the handsome and charming detective at Casa De Amor Hotel as a guest at her client’s exotic location wedding. Both characters are in search of a slice of paradise, away from their own troubled love life back home. Once their paths cross the romance and sizzle begins.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Sebastian takes Melinda’s hand as they leave the dance floor of Casa De Amigos. They weave their way in and out of the crowds. The crowds have built up the bar is now busy with local Cubans and tourists, enjoying the ambience of cheap cocktails, beers, the wide screen TV and small dancefloor to salsa.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">As they exit the bar into the late afternoon sunshine, the humid heat does nothing to cool down their perspiring bodies hot from all their dancing.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Sebastian, which way from here? I have no idea where I’m going.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Sebastian looks down at Melinda fanning herself with one hand. With the sunshine on her smooth brown skin, Sebastian can’t deny that his attraction toward Melinda is growing. His eyes sweep up and down her curvy body as he admires her sundress and wedge heels. He wonders to himself what’s underneath her sundress, his mind runs wild as he fantasises about the kind of underwear Melinda likes to wear, and the kind of underwear he would like to see her in. Tearing his eyes away from her he hides his smile.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Hmm, let’s try this direction.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Okay, let’s go.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">With a warm glow inside of each of them they take off in the opposite direction from where they came. Walking along the hot pavement they admire the colourful array of pastel colour buildings and downtown hotels they pass, as they walk deeper into the town. Local youths pass them on moped bikes zooming down the main road, along with 1950s era Cadillac cars which catch Sebastian’s attention.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“The cars out here are really something, a real throwback in time.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Melinda follows Sebastian’s gaze over to the main road as he smiles and admires the retro Cadillac cars.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Totally, there’re amazing aren’t they. But totally fitting with the Spanish architecture and colourful buildings.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Within a twenty minute walk the sea comes into view in the distance.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Well, look what we’ve found.” Smiling Melinda tugs at Sebastian’s arm.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“C’mon let’s go check out the beach, we have time for a stroll before we head back.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“What about food?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“That’s what the hotel’s for.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Wow, this looks like some kind of paradise.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Sure does, the water is so blue.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">They walk farther onto the beach toward the water’s shore. Melinda and Sebastian take in the ambience of the beach. Palm trees slightly lean to one side as they sway in the light sea breeze. The sand is clean with a bright sugar white colour. The beach is calm but busy with sun worshipers stretched out on their beach loungers, and groups of friends playing volleyball. A few teenagers splash around in the sea making fun of each other. Taken back by all of Santa Maria del Mar beach’s beauty both of them lower their shades as they walk along the coastline at a leisurely pace, with the warm sea water washing over their feet. As they stroll farther up the coastline a secluded area of rockery comes into view, they head over and settle themselves on the sugar white sand to admire the aqua blue sea.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“So tell me a bit more about yourself Sebastian, other than work how do you spend your time?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Sebastian thinks for a moment of late his free time has been consumed with morning the absence of his late girlfriend Anna, and what he could have done to ensure Anna felt needed and valued as his partner. A vision of Anna appears in his mind’s eye as he stares out into the calm sea. Sebastian rubs the back of his neck and tries to push his vision of Anna’s face to one side.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Ah, to be honest … not much. I guess I’m kinda boring.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“I’m sure you’re not, seriously you have no hobbies or interests?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Hmm, I like music— a lot, and to work out I guess, books interest me too.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“What kind of music and books? I love them both.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“I listen to a lot of classical, flamenco and modern music. When it comes to books obviously, crime is my thing.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Of course, Mr. Detective. And …”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“And that’s about it Melinda. I never realised how boring I am until you asked me that question.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“No girlfriend back in London then?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Sebastian looks down at Melinda sitting by his side, his reflection in her large oversized sunglasses stares back at him. Damn she looks hot in those shades runs through his mind. Suddenly he feels overwhelmed and confused. He loves Anna and is still not quite over losing her. At the same time his attraction to Melinda is becoming more obvious to him. Her style, beauty, rhythm to a salsa beat, and bubbly sense of humour appeal to him in a major way.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Did I say something wrong Sebastian? You’re looking at me like I’m some kind of alien.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“No sorry... I don’t have a girlfriend as such no.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“As such? What does that mean?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“It’s complicated—I”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Hmm, it always is with you men isn’t it.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Thoughts of all the wasted dates she had been on over the last year run through her mind.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“No, I mean it’s complicated as she… she died almost one year ago.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Oh, my Sebastian I’m sorry I didn’t mean to—”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“It’s okay, honestly by now I should be coming to terms with my loss. Well at least that’s what my shrink tells me.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“You see a doctor?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Yeah, I have been for a while now. He helps but I know that the main bulk of the work to deal with my grief is down to me.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“It’s hard, grieving is different for everyone.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Melinda places a sympathetic hand on Sebastian’s upper shoulder for comfort. The comfort comes as a surprise to him. He takes her hand in his and squeezes it. Before he knows what’s come over him he places a light kiss on her hand, then slowly makes his way up her arm with gentle kisses. Melinda does not resist him as he leans in closer and places a light kiss on her collar bone. The warm light breeze, aqua sea and lazy palm trees, mixed with too much Tequila and beer arouses them both. Without hesitation, their lips lock in a deep passionate kiss. Sebastian takes full control as he explores Melinda’s mouth with his tongue, while running his hand up her right thigh. Her skin feels smooth and clammy to touch as he raises the hem of her sundress and parts her thighs.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">As his hand travels farther up her thigh she hesitates for a moment conscious of where they are sitting, under a palm tree fully exposed to passers-by. Even though they are sitting in a much more secluded area of the beach, they left the crowds behind. Melinda breaks away from his kiss, not because she wants to but more for the sake of embarrassment, should a passer-by see them. Sebastian’s kisses are soft and gentle. It feels very much to Melinda like one of the sincerest kisses she has had in a long time.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Let’s go for a swim.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“A swim? With no bathing suits?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Who needs bathing suits, there’s no one here and this could pass for a bikini did you see what those other girls were wearing back there?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“No shit, those bikinis were out there.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“C’mon last one in pays for the taxi home.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Sebastian gets on his feet and removes his cotton shirt and shorts as quick as he can. Glancing around nervously he dumps his clothing and Rolex watch next to Melinda’s sundress, and then races down to the shore. He catches up to Melinda and scoops her up from behind, as he runs with her down into the warm aqua sea. She playfully screams and shouts protesting to be put down, secretly the thrill makes her heart race. Melinda can’t remember the last time she let herself go and had some fun, done something crazy and completely let go. Today, almost five thousand miles from her west London home is the day she let go, with a total stranger. It occurs to her that her safety could have been at risk by wandering off with a strange man on an island. She looks on the flip side, then again Sebastian is a detective, from her home town in London too. He’s there to serve and protect the public— you can’t get more safe than that.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Playfully launching Melinda into the water Sebastian dives in, then picks her up again by her legs this time. Playful screams escape Melinda as she holds onto him as tight as she can and looks down at him. She wraps her legs around his body as he cradles her with a firm grip on her behind.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“You are crazy Sebastian!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Me, crazy? What do you call going for a swim with no bathing suit, in broad day light?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Series: Sinners of Saint #2</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Release Date: May 26, 2017</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They say that life is a beautiful lie and death a painful truth. They're right.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No one has ever made me feel more alive than the guy who serves as a constant reminder that my clock is ticking.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He is my forbidden, shiny apple.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The striking fallacy to my blunt, raw, truth.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He is also my sister's ex-boyfriend.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One thing you should know before you judge me;</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I saw him first. I craved him first. I loved him first.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Eleven years later, he waltzed into my life, demanding a second chance.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dean Cole wants to be my bronze horseman. My white knight has finally arrived. Hopefully, he isn’t too late.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dean</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They say the brightest stars burn out the fastest. They’re right.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She sets my mind on fire.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All smart mouth, snarky attitude and a huge heart.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In a world where everything is dull, she shines like fucking Sirius.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Eleven years ago, fate tore us apart.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This time, I fucking dare it to try.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Getting to her is a battlefield, but man, that’s why they call me Ruckus.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rosie LeBlanc is about to find out how hard I can fight.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And conquering her will be the sweetest victory.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Author: Kacey Shea</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Trent Donavan is the golden boy of the rock world. As lead singer of Three Ugly Guys, he’s every fangirl’s dream, and with his newfound fame the women flow as readily as alcohol and drugs. There’s no doubt women are Trent’s preferred indulgence after a successful show.
That is, until the feisty little blonde joins the tour.
Lexi Marx loves music. It runs in her blood and flows through her soul. As the illegitimate daughter of a rock legend, she’s determined to make it in the music industry on talent alone. So when her agent scores her the opening act gig for the next 3UG tour it seems her hard work, hopes, and dreams have finally come to fruition.
Until she spends time with the band. More accurately, Trent Donovan. She’d feel better if that arrogant manwhore of a lead singer would stop hitting on her with his dreamy eyes, witty comebacks, and voice that melts the most jagged of hearts.
But Trent is determined to prove to Lexi he’s not such a bad guy, and as music binds their friendship, Lexi’s left with the most confusing of emotions. Could this be love or an uninvited distraction? She can still have it all, if only her heart doesn’t lead her off track.
<i>Detour is a full length rock star contemporary romance. It’s the first in the Off Track Records series by Kacey Shea but can be read as a standalone and contains no cliffhangers. Intended for adult audiences.</i></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Sean tilts his head. “What did you smoke last night, Iz?” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Fuck, I dun’nut even know.” He opens and closes his mouth wide as if that will somehow help his words come out better.</span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Iz, that stuff’s gonna kill you,” I say, more than a little worried.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He meets my stare with an unfocused gaze, but his speech is better when he finally talks. “Don’cha worry ’bout me. I’m just fine. Been doin’ worse for years.” He laughs again, this time louder, and saunters down the short hallway to the bathroom. Moments later the shower clicks on.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Should someone check on him? He okay in there alone?” I glance at Austin and Sean.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Austin’s back to his gaming controller, eyes stuck on the television screen. “I’m not going in there. Iz with clothes on is ugly enough.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He’s no help. I turn to Sean. “He always like this?” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“High as fuck?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“No. Unable to live a day without something between his lips.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Trent appears at the hall entrance, his long, wavy hair all ruffled and falling in his eyes as if he just walked off the set of a cologne advertisement. Fucking gorgeous without doing a damn thing. I look away.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Right? You’d think he’d suck dick the way he’s always got something in his mouth.” Trent’s lips lift in a grin and he grabs a protein shake from the fridge, joining Sean at the table but rotating in his seat to meet my glare.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Did you get a look at him?” I lift my eyebrow and flick my lip ring, “Dicks don’t make you feel that good.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Trent’s smile pulls wider. “I feel as though I should take offense to that comment on behalf of cocks everywhere, but I think the lady is right. I’ve never fucked a girl who looked that happy afterward.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Speak for yourself! I give it to the ladies so hard they slide off my dick high as fuck,” Austin boasts, his thumbs darting over the buttons and joystick.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I look between him and Sean, and then back to Trent. “Between all of you, Austin must have the smallest dick. He protests too much.” I roll my eyes for good measure.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">There’s a brief moment of awkward silence and for a second I’m worried they won’t think it’s funny or okay for me to join in the smack talk. That is, until Sean slams his fist on the table and explodes into a fit of laughter. Trent’s eyes water, he’s laughing so hard. Austin just curses, his undivided attention back on the game.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Oh, my God! I’m dying.” Sean holds his hand up for me to meet his high five and I stand up, joining them at the table to slap his palm. “This chick is badass.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“That, I already knew.” Trent grins, his eyes all too knowing with his stare. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">My stomach twists with an unfamiliar feeling and I decide to ask a few questions since we’ve got miles to burn. “So, you guys don’t partake? In the Iz entertainment?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Of course. What with that being your largest asset.” Not looking back at him I roll my eyes and shake my head with a smile.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“What about you, Trent?” I say. “What’s your drug of choice?” I don’t know what I expect, but part of me hopes he sticks to the light stuff. There’s something about him, a presence that captivates the second he walks into a room, and I can’t help but decide that’d be lost if he became addicted to drugs. My hope begins to fade when he doesn’t answer right away, his gaze trained on the table where he traces imaginary shapes with his long fingers, and for the first time since we met he looks almost . . . nervous.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Trent stares at Sean, a silent threat in his eyes, but for what I don’t know. “I prefer a more delicate sweetness between my lips,” he finally answers, then drops his gaze to mine, winks, and sticks out his tongue. He rolls it around before shutting his mouth with a pompous smile. “Plus, with this bad boy, it’s like I was made for it.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">It’s arrogant and he’s just playing around, but a rush of need pools between my thighs at the thought of his mouth there. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Kacey Shea is a mom of three, wife, and indie author who resides in sunny Arizona. She enjoys reading and writing romance novels as much as her son loves unicorns, which is a lot. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">When she's not writing you will find her playing taxi cab to her children while belting out her favorite tunes, meeting friends or family for food and to share some laughs, or sweating it out in the gym. Kacey finds that picking up heavy weights repeatedly is good for her mental health as much as it is for the physical.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">She has an unhealthy obsession with firefighters. It could be the pants. It could be the fire. It's just hot. On occasion she has been known to include them, without their knowledge, in her selfies outside the grocery store.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Kacey one day aspires to be a woman hand model in a sexy photo shoot. You know, the woman's hand raking across the muscular back or six pack stomach of the male fitness model. Yep, that hand.</span></div>
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After suffering five years of abuse at the hands of her deceased husband, Tiffany Reynolds wants to
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Guilt-ridden, Luke Johnson, a private investigator, is driven to solve the murder of his sister. Following
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Joining forces is their only option if they hope to survive the minefield surrounding them. When Luke’s
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Will Luke understand and forgive, or will he choose to walk out of her life?<br />
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Humph! <i>What the . . .?</i><br />
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Hands curled around her shoulders holding her steady. “Happy to see me?”<br />
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“What? No.” <i>Do I know this guy?</i><br />
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“Plop, fizz – that’s the sound of my ego deflating.”<br />
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She wrenched free and backed away, wrapping her arms around her waist.<br />
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He held his hands up where she could see them. “Sorry. A pretty girl like you bumps into a guy like
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His voice, so deep and warm, wriggled past her defenses and eased the tension in her muscles. <i>Who
wouldn’t trust that voice?</i> She looked up into eyes such a deep blue they reminded her of the sky before a storm. The broad-shouldered man stood half a foot taller than her. She should feel threatened. But she didn’t. Instead she felt something she’d never
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Breathless. Hot. Mindless.<br />
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Her mouth opened, her lips moved, but no sound came out.<br />
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He frowned, and she froze.<br />
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<i>Surely I’m safe in this crowd. Just in case, hold completely still and maybe he’ll go away.</i><br
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“Easy.”<br />
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“I’m sorry.” <i>Please, please, please, don’t hurt me.</i><br />
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“I’m the one who should apologize.”<br />
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<i>Okay, he’s not angry. He’s concerned. Is that any better?</i> The phone jammed in her pocket suddenly
buzzed against her hip. She pulled it out and answered. “Julie? Where are you guys?”<br />
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“Are you okay? I’ve been trying to reach you all afternoon.”<br />
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“I’m so sorry. I was at the salon and my phone was in my purse, so I never heard it ring.”<br />
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“Our celebration is going to have to wait. I have to work another shift at the hospital. Meg’s car
wouldn’t start, and after that, Deb said we should cancel.”<br />
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Tiffany clamped her lips tight to keep the whimper of disappointment from escaping. Julie was distressed,
and she couldn’t add to that. “I understand.”<br />
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“Honey, I’m so sorry. I know you were looking forward to this. But I promise we’ll reschedule real
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“Okay, talk to you later.” She disconnected the call and put the phone back in her pocket.<br />
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“Bad news?”<br />
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“No, not really,” she murmured even as she wanted to stamp her foot in aggravation. It wasn’t bad news
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“It sounds pretty bad. Can I help?” He offered her a kind smile.<br />
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<i>Why are you so concerned?</i> “Oh, no, but thanks for the offer. I was supposed to meet some friends
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“What a lucky coincidence, so did mine.”<br />
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“I have a solution.”<br />
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“You do?” It wasn’t hard to guess what would come next. He’d ask her to join him and she would politely
decline. He was a perfect gentleman now, but what would he do later?<br />
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“What movie were you going to see?”<br />
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Alex Carpenter’s life is shattered when his friend and partner is gunned down. With his confidence
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Suzanne Pearson was born in the Congo to missionary parents. After graduating from high school she
flew back to America by herself and settled in Eugene, Oregon where she met her husband. She didn’t start writing until she was an empty-nester. Calling on her experiences as a missionary kid and later life in America, she began writing about the adventures
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I came from everything, but almost lost all of it one fateful day. The little that remains, I’m fighting for—it’s all I can do. But no matter how hard I fight, I am powerless as I watch it slowly slip though my fingers. The one thing I want more than anything, I don’t have the money to buy. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">They call me a sadistic a-hole because I rob from the poor and cheat on the weak.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Do I ever regret the choices I’ve made? All the damn time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">But it’s too late to turn back, and too late to start over…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I’ve never even considered giving it all up for anyone or anything before. Never had a reason or motivation to change.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Until I met her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">My last chance at redemption.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I grew up under a grand delusion.
As a child, I pretended that I was a paper princess, hidden in a tower, awaiting my prince. Being with me came at an impossible price though, because I was kept by a wicked witch, someone who called herself my mother. I was a doomed Rapunzel, forgotten by the world.
All my life, I’d been a kept woman.
Kept in the cellar while my mother entertained foul men of all shapes and sizes, sometimes for hours or all night long.
Kept in the closet while my mother sucked her boyfriend’s cock.
Kept in the garage while my mother laundered bloody sheets and soiled blankets. While she scrubbed the walls and took out the trash.
My mother said she was born to serve. A born listener. A follower. Chosen for breeding. Hand-picked for pleasure…</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Erik Anderson is paying for his mistakes and enduring every bit of pain that comes his way. After all, if it weren’t for him, the girl who gave him more than he deserved would still be alive. Even if he were to be put out of his misery, he’d never see her again. Considering angels go to heaven and sinners go to hell, Erik’s going to burn.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Polly Madison has never had it easy. She wouldn’t even know what that looked like. Young and naive, she learned the hard way how vindictive some men can truly be. She’s fought her whole life for stability and control, both of which she refuses to give up ever again since she’s older and wiser now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Whenever he overhears the diminutive academic and the hunky plumber having loud and obviously kinky sex, Josh is whipped into a state of frenzied lust… and a longing for a relationship like theirs. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">To his amazement, Rai and Evan find his embarrassing tendency to blush utterly charming, and the three men grow closer over the course of the long, hot summer. Despite enjoying Rai’s charming flirtation and Evan’s smouldering gaze, Josh is determined never to do anything to split them apart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">However, when a naked Josh falls—quite literally—into the middle of one of Rai and Evan’s marathon sex sessions, the force of their mutual attraction takes over. But just as Josh dares to hope, he senses a change. If the three of them can’t renegotiate the rules of their new relationship, Josh risks losing their friendship—and any chance at love—forever.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>Warning: Contains one well-endowed stud with a sexy accent, one improbably toppy bottom boy with an unfortunate owl obsession, and one blushing naïf who can’t believe his luck. Also, the occasional indulgence in mathematical spanking and some shameless armpit sex.</i></span><br />
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><em><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong>** 2016's Alphas of Sin Anthology we've raised $5,000 to 4 Paws for Ability! We've been able to sponsor a puppy pen and not one but TWO puppies named Vixen & Frenzy. We will be following the journey of these two puppies to hopefully graduate and become service dogs to a family in need. You can come join our journey on our Facebook page <a href="http://www.facebook.com/onceuponanalpha">Once Upon An Alpha</a>. We are now BACK with Alphas of Danger with ten bestselling authors and we hope you join us on the journey for 2017's Alphas of Danger with ten never-been-told stories by ten bestselling authors**</strong></span></em></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>ALL NET PROCEEDS OF SALES DONATED TO <a href="http://4pawsforability.org/">4 PAWS FOR ABILITY</a></strong></span></em></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Happy-Ever-After has never been so <em>intoxicating</em>…</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Danger…</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">When a man has beaten it, he becomes a hero.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Lust...</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">When a woman tastes it, she is helpless to resist his pull.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Love…</strong></span></p>
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">It won’t come easily, especially between alpha men and their headstrong women. Threats lurk in the shadows, and the price for passion is often exacted with a bullet or a blade…but the sacrifice is worth it when devotion is the reward.</span>
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Ten bestselling authors, masters of spine-tingling romantic suspense, bring you brand-new stories that will yank you to the edge of your seat and have your heart pounding as you turn the pages.</span>
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Best of all, the proceeds will benefit <em>4 Paws for Ability</em>, a worldwide agency that enriches the lives of children and veterans with disabilities by training and placing quality, task-trained service dogs.</span>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline; font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Stories Contributed to Alphas of Danger:</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.shaylablack.com/">SHAYLA BLACK - FRISKY BUSINESS</a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.lexiblake.net/">LEXI BLAKE - COUNTDOWN</a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://maricarr.com/">MARI CARR - POWER STRUGGLE</a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/KrisCookFanPage/">KRIS COOK - CIA COVERT TEAM: RAINBOW KNIGHTS (M/M)</a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/AnissaGarciaAuthor/">ANISSA GARCIA - WITH A VENGEANCE</a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kymgrosso.com/">KYM GROSSO - HARD ASSET</a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://jennajacob.com/">JENNA JACOB - REVENGE ON THE ROCKS</a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kennedylayne.com/">KENNEDY LAYNE - SEDUCING DANGER</a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/isabellalapearlpage/">ISABELLA LAPEARL - ENFORCE HER - A LEATHER, PIPES & PASSION SHORT STORY</a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://carrieannryan.com/">CARRIE ANN RYAN - EXECUTIVE INK - A MONTGOMERY INK SHORT STORY</a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>For more information about this nonprofit organization: http://4pawsforability.org/</em></strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>SHAYLA BLACK</strong></p>
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Shayla Black is the <em>New York Times</em> and <em>USA Today</em> bestselling author of more than fifty novels. For over fifteen years, she’s written contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances via traditional, independent, foreign, and audio publishers. Her books have sold millions of copies and been published in a dozen languages.
Raised an only child, Shayla occupied herself with lots of daydreaming, much to the chagrin of her teachers. In college, she found her love for reading and realized that she could have a career publishing the stories spinning in her imagination. Though she graduated with a degree in Marketing/Advertising and embarked on a stint in corporate America to pay the bills, her heart has always been with her characters. She’s thrilled that she’s been living her dream as a full-time author for the past seven years.
Shayla currently lives in North Texas with her wonderfully supportive husband, her teenage daughter, and two very spoiled cats. In her “free” time, she enjoys reality TV, reading, and listening to an eclectic blend of music.
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://shaylablack.com/">W</a><a href="http://shaylablack.com/">EBSITE</a> I <a href="http://shayla.link/nwsltr">NEWSLETTER</a> I <a href="https://www.facebook.com/ShaylaBlackAuthor">FACEBOOK</a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEXI BLAKE</strong></p>
<a href="https://onceuponanalpha.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/126/2017/05/LexiBlake.jpg"><img class=" wp-image-14513 alignleft" src="https://onceuponanalpha.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/126/2017/05/LexiBlake-300x218.jpg" alt="" width="246" height="179" /></a><em>New York Times</em> and <em>USA Today</em> bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance that she found success. She likes to find humor in the strangest places. Lexi believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome or foursome may seem.
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.lexiblake.net/">WEBSITE</a> I <a href="http://www.lexiblake.net/newsletter/">NEWSLETTER</a> I <a href="https://www.facebook.com/authorlexiblake/">FACEBOOK</a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MARI CARR</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://onceuponanalpha.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/126/2017/05/MariCarr.jpg"><img class=" wp-image-14514 alignleft" src="https://onceuponanalpha.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/126/2017/05/MariCarr-300x300.jpg" alt="" width="155" height="155" /></a>Writing a book was number one on Mari Carr’s bucket list and on her thirty-fourth birthday, she set out to see that goal achieved. Too many years later, her computer is jammed full of stories — novels, novellas, short stories and dead-ends and she has nearly eighty published works.</p>
Virginia native, Mari Carr is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestseller of contemporary erotic romance novels. With over one million copies of her books sold, Mari was the winner of the Romance Writers of America’s Passionate Plume award for her novella, Erotic Research.
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://maricarr.com/">WEBSITE</a> I <a href="https://www.facebook.com/MariCarrWriter/app/100265896690345/">NEWSLETTER</a> I <a href="https://www.facebook.com/MariCarrWriter/">FACEBOOK</a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>KRIS COOK</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://onceuponanalpha.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/126/2017/05/KrisCook.jpg"><img class=" wp-image-14515 alignleft" src="https://onceuponanalpha.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/126/2017/05/KrisCook-286x300.jpg" alt="" width="138" height="145" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;">Though starting in straight erotic romance, Kris's total focus now is on gay romance. When asked why recently, his answer was "My muse finally came out of the closet. Isn't it about time? I've been out since I was twenty-five."</span></p>
<span style="font-size: medium;">A voracious reader, Kris loves many genres of fiction, but this writer's favorite books are romances that are edgy, sexy, with rich characters and unique challenges. Kris's influences include Anne Rice, JR Ward, Lexi Blake and Shayla Black.</span>
<span style="font-size: medium;">Kris is also the co-host of Romance OUT Loud, an audio podcast that features some of the best voices in gay romance fiction like, Andrew Grey, Damon Suede, Kindle Alexander, Felice Stevens, L.A. Witt, Sarina Bowen, and more.</span>
<span style="font-size: medium;">Kris is married to the love of his life - Stephen. </span>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kriscook.net/">WEBSITE </a>I <a href="http://kriscook.us5.list-manage.com/subscribe?u=a79ea3218454d8f238bbf8965&id=5715f0faf3">NEWSLETTER</a> I <a href="https://www.facebook.com/KrisCookFanPage/">FACEBOOK</a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>ANISSA GARCIA </strong></p>
<a href="https://onceuponanalpha.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/126/2016/10/Anissa-Garcia.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-13251 alignleft" src="https://onceuponanalpha.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/126/2016/10/Anissa-Garcia-300x300.jpg" alt="anissa-garcia" width="300" height="300" /></a>Anissa Garcia earned her Bachelor’s Degree in Speech Communications and English. She held an array of jobs including Public Relations Manager for Barnes and Noble. Wanting a change of pace, she attended The American Academy of Dramatic Arts, and trained full-time in theatre for two years. After working in Hollywood as an actress and casting assistant, she relocated to Austin, Texas and began writing freelance for Cosmopolitan and other publications. Her first book, A Promise Kept, is available now. A Promise Made will be available November 2016. When not writing stories, watching movies, or drinking a latte, she loves to daydream about romantic fictional men.
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.anissagarcia.com">WEBSITE</a> I <a href="https://www.facebook.com/AnissaGarciaAuthor">FACEBOOK</a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>KYM GROSSO</strong></p>
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Kym Grosso is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the erotic paranormal series, The Immortals of New Orleans, and the contemporary erotic suspense series, Club Altura. In addition to romance novels, Kym has written and published several articles about autism, and is passionate about autism advocacy. She is also a contributing essay author in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Raising Kids on the Spectrum.
She lives in suburban Pennsylvania but has a not-so-secret desire to move to a beach in southern California where she can write while listening to the roar of the ocean. She holds a bachelor’s degree from West Chester University and a MBA from Widener University. In a previous life, she was employed as a speech therapist, a health care consultant, and a product manager for a software company. In 2012, Kym published her first novel and today, is a full time indie romance author.
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kymgrosso.com/">WEBSITE</a> I <a href="https://landing.mailerlite.com/webforms/landing/s6j3b9">NEWSLETTER</a> I <a href="https://www.facebook.com/KymGrossoBooks/">FACEBOOK</a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>JENNA JACOB</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://onceuponanalpha.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/126/2014/10/jennajacob.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-1073 alignleft" src="https://onceuponanalpha.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/126/2014/10/jennajacob-300x223.jpg" alt="JennaJacob" width="300" height="223" /></a>USA Today Bestselling author Jenna Jacob paints a canvas of passion, romance, and humor as her Alpha men and the feisty women who love them unravel their souls and heal their scars to find their happily-ever-after kind of love. Heart-tugging, captivating, and steamy, Jenna’s books will surely leave you breathless and craving more.</p>
A mom of four grown children, Jenna and her Alpha-Hunk husband live in Kansas. Jenna loves books, Harleys, music, and camping. Jenna’s zany sense of humor and lack of filter exemplify her motto: Live. Laugh. Love.
Meet the wild and wicked family in her sultry series: The Doms of Genesis. Or become spellbound by the searing love connection between Raine, Hammer, and Liam in her continuing saga: The Doms of Her Life (co-written with the amazing Shayla Black and Isabella La Pearl). Journey with couples struggling to resolve their pasts to discover unbridled love and devotion in Jenna’s new contemporary series: Passionate Hearts.
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://jennajacob.com">WEBSITE</a> I <a href="http://eepurl.com/N0kn9">NEWSLETTER</a> I <a href="https://www.facebook.com/authorjennajacob">FACEBOOK</a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>KENNEDY LAYNE</strong></p>
<a href="https://onceuponanalpha.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/126/2017/05/KennedyLayne.jpg"><img class=" wp-image-14517 alignleft" src="https://onceuponanalpha.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/126/2017/05/KennedyLayne-300x300.jpg" alt="" width="201" height="201" /></a>Kennedy Layne is a USA Today bestselling author. She draws inspiration for her military romantic suspense novels in part from her not-so-secret second life as a wife of a retired Marine Master Sergeant. He doubles as her critique partner, beta reader, and military consultant. They live in the Midwest with their teenage son and menagerie of pets. The loyal dogs and mischievous cats appreciate her writing days as much as she does, usually curled up in front of the fireplace.
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>ISABELLA LAPEARL</strong></p>
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Isabella LaPearl is a USA Today bestselling author known for her collaboration with Shayla Black & Jenna Jacob for the Doms of Her Life Series. She enjoys writing sexy, erotic romance. A wife, mother, writer, reader and a love for riding motorcycles.
To say it's been an extraordinary journey thus far would be an understatement... what a rush! What a thrill to realize dreams and see them go from a seed to fruition. So for all you aspiring Authors, who like me, have a fire inside that burns brightly and demands to be sated by writing... Never give up.
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>CARRIE ANN RYAN</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://onceuponanalpha.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/126/2017/05/CarrieAnnRyan.jpg"><img class=" wp-image-14518 alignleft" src="https://onceuponanalpha.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/126/2017/05/CarrieAnnRyan-200x300.jpg" alt="" width="117" height="176" /></a>Carrie Ann Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romance. Her works include the Montgomery Ink, Redwood Pack, Talon Pack, and Gallagher Brothers series, which have sold over 2.0 million books worldwide. She started writing while in graduate school for her advanced degree in chemistry and hasn’t stopped since<span class="text_exposed_show">. Carrie Ann has written over fifty novels and novellas with more in the works. When she’s not writing about bearded tattooed men or alpha wolves that need to find their mates, she’s reading as much as she can and exploring the world of baking and gourmet cooking.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://carrieannryan.com/">WEBSITE</a> I <a href="http://carrieannryan.us4.list-manage1.com/subscribe?u=4fd27cc0d4abd9691ecaa236e&id=de39f7f897">NEWSLETTER</a> I <a href="https://www.facebook.com/CarrieAnnRyanAuthor/">FACEBOOK</a></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16882482537124952150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729801914698625242.post-44467238197447981112017-05-10T10:25:00.000-07:002017-05-10T10:25:00.178-07:00
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though life is moving on all around her. She’s caught up in trying to figure out how to survive without her husband, raise their son and keep his memory alive. When things literally start falling apart all around her, will she be able to accept the help being
offered and love again?<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Jake has pulled his life back together after living through hell while being injured in the Army. It takes him years to recover and he’s
still dealing with the emotional pain. When Tessa enters his life, and turns it upside down, can he tempt her to fall in love with him and find her new forever?<br /> <br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: center;">
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my eyes off hers. It only takes me a few strides to reach her, and she turns so her back is against my front. I slowly trace my finger along her shoulder blade and down her spine until I grasp the zipper and slowly pull it down. I have to stop myself from
helping the dress from falling from her hot as fuck body. Just as I’m about to step back and leave the room, she looks me in the eyes again from over her shoulder.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;">
“Please don’t go.” She says on a whisper.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> That is the opening I needed, I spin her around so she is facing me. The motion makes her dress fall down to the floor
and she’s standing before me in a skimpy black lacy bra and matching panty set that makes my mouth water. She is so fucking beautiful.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “You are so fucking beautiful,”
I growl out to her.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> I cup her face again and bring my lips to hers. She lifts up on her toes to deepen the kiss and I swipe my tongue across her lips looking for
access to her mouth. She opens for me and I deepen the kiss and take complete control. I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. I can feel her heat and arousal through her wet panties and fuck, that’s hot and makes my cock hard as steel. I could
devour this woman all night and never tire from it.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> I gently lay her down on my bed, her legs still wrapped around me and grind myself into her. This makes a deep
moan escape from her. I can feel the moan form deep within her. I move my lips to kiss along her jawline and down her neck. From the moans leaving her, I am going to guess she likes what I’m doing and keep working my way down to her collarbone. I then kiss
my way back up to behind her ear and graze my teeth across her earlobe. I whisper in her ear, “Is all this ok, do I need to stop?”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “Don’t stop,” she says between
moans. “Don’t you fucking stop.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Roger that! I continue to kiss my way down her neck and across the tops of her full breasts. They have been on display tonight
and I’ve been dreaming of when I could get my hands and lips on them. I quickly locate the clasp of her bra and flick it open and drop it to the floor. I kiss my way down one breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth and use my hand on her other one rolling
her nipple between my fingers. This extracts a few louder moans from her and has her arching her back to thrust her breast into me even more. I release her nipple with a pop and look up at her. The look of desire on her face tells me everything I need to know.<br
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width="125" /></a></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Magic Matched tells the story of Silviu Lovasz and Georgeanne Davenold, two witches with a power only told of in myth. In witching society, there is a strict hierarchy. Family covens are ruled by
Mothers or Fathers who hold the bulk of their bloodline’s power and archaic rules are enforced, disregarding modern sentiments. Magic and politics are the only things that matter, and marriages are arranged for advantage rather than love.<br /> <br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Silviu and Georgeanne have been betrothed since the moment of Georgie’s birth. When Silviu’s father learned a baby was to be born under the Bane moon, he reached across the Schism
dividing the covens into matriarchal and patriarchal houses to the Davenold Mother, with a bold scheme to place their children at the top of the witching hierarchy. With Silviu wielding the enhanced talents of a Reap witch, he is the perfect match to Georgie,
an abomination without magic who should have been killed at birth because of her defects. The only way to protect themselves against those who fear them enough to kill them, is to take a position of leadership.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;">
</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Silviu and Georgeanne must learn to open their hearts to each other in order to unlock their full magical potential. But with all that stands in their way—archaic traditions, murder plots, and a betrayal that threatens
all they can be—they will need the group of allies they have built to help them navigate the dangerous world of witches, and the dark magic stalking them every step of the way.<br /> <br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align:
center;"> <div style="height: 400px; overflow: auto;"> <center> <img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTG3djPN1sOkvT_166chG59LJakZYf2t_O7EAEclyhsQ71mdtZV-Fib29tyOVk4p9OJrVmnRp3TvjtIqBqZkVOSWFdP5RbtC4ZDA_yzPHnsHjkwqFWMokX_PXlgtAexwsS6s8g5yjkaSkg/s1600/excerpt.png"
/></center> <center> </center> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “That’s right, Georgie. I was born in the Reap, the balance to your Bane, your Match in every fucking way. My father made sure of it and, later, so did Madeleine. I’ve had a much better education
than my brother could ever dream, with the tutors she sent.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “Good for you. She did it for herself, though, Silviu. For the Davenolds, not the Lovaszes.”<br />
<br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> He shook his head, his voice lowering until it was a breath against the darkness. “She did it for you, because she believed, like my father, that the magic would pass
on, making your line stronger.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “Bullshit. She doesn’t believe any such thing. She wants magically powerful great-grandchildren and your father was willing to sell
your sperm to the matriarchs.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> He didn’t try to hide his anger. “You’re right, and Madeleine will have my strong magic in her bloodline. Your children, <i>our</i>
children, will be stronger than any witch in a hundred generations, your magic and mine combined into theirs.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “You mean child.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align:
justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “We’ll have more than one, as only Matches can.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “Don’t bank on it.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align:
justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> He saw the stubborn disbelief in her eyes, the spark of frustration, and tamped down his own. He changed tactics and switched topics, not giving her a chance to argue further. “Do you ever think about the
night I first put my hands on you?”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> She froze, stopped breathing. She shook her head as her eyes flew wide. Silviu smiled and stepped closer, ever closer, until
there was only enough room for their bodies’ heat to pass between them. He set his hand at her waist and sent it sliding up, following the line of her torso to her ribcage.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align:
justify;"> “You do,” he whispered wickedly. “You remember how it felt, when I ran my hands over your bare body, when I ran my thumb over your perfect little nipple.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;">
“Stop it. This is inappropriate at a Levy Family function.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Her voice was too breathless to heed. He curled his fingers over her breast, craving shooting through
him when he felt her nipple pebble under his touch. Her breath faltered, turning ragged, her pulse hammering in her slender throat.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “Do you remember when I put
my mouth on you and kissed my way down, finally tasting your first flood of passion. How sweet you were, all innocent and fresh, lifting for me with a need you didn’t even bother to hide.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align:
justify;"> “<i>Silviu</i>.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> He squeezed her nipple lightly as he licked across her lips, nearly giving in when her mouth opened for him. Instead, he ruthlessly
held onto his lust and drew back, leaving her aching, needing. He hoped as needy as him.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Slowly, he moved away from her, gathering his control around him. “I think
you’ll taste like that again, Georgie.”<br /> <br /></div> </div> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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style="text-align: justify;"> Tulah Ngozi doesn’t want to go home, but she’s being forced to attend the wedding of the man who killed her father years ago. The Ngozi men are determined to use her in their plots against each other, but she takes her future
into her own hands when she learns that Adam Davenold will also be in attendance. Adam is a powerful man in a matriarchal Family, used to being seduced by women looking to gain power. He’s good at guarding his heart—until he meets Tulah.<br /> <br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Diplomacy demands that the Davenolds attend the wedding and, in the company of their Matriarch, Adam and Georgeanne travel to the Ngozi residence, where they become embroiled in a
frightening power struggle. Georgeanne is grateful for the unexpected presence of her betrothed, Silviu, who arrives uninvited after he learns she will be there. When the groom proves disturbing and the Davenold Mother falls to a suspicious illness, Silviu’s
magic is the only thing Georgie can depend on for support.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> In witching society, magic and politics are the only things that matter, and marriages are arranged for
advantage rather than love. But more than politics is at stake in a minefield of lies and betrayal. Death and dark magic stalk the Ngozi–Levy wedding, and only Silviu and Georgeanne’s Matched magic has a chance of getting everyone out alive.<br /> <br /> <br
/></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <div style="height: 400px; overflow: auto;"> <center> <img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTG3djPN1sOkvT_166chG59LJakZYf2t_O7EAEclyhsQ71mdtZV-Fib29tyOVk4p9OJrVmnRp3TvjtIqBqZkVOSWFdP5RbtC4ZDA_yzPHnsHjkwqFWMokX_PXlgtAexwsS6s8g5yjkaSkg/s1600/excerpt.png"
/></center> <center> </center> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Ileana reached for the door.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Red light oozed from the jamb, flying out from the metal but slowing
dramatically on its collision course with Ileana’s arm. Silver spiked into existence, the power of Ileana’s personal magic all but eradicating the spell guarding the exits. The two tones surged against each other, but the silver won out and chased the red
back into hiding.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Georgie turned wide eyes on her sister-in-law. “What did that feel like?”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align:
justify;"> “Awful, but I think I could make it through with a running start.” Ileana turned to Georgie and wiped a shaky hand over her sweaty brow. “I take it you have more in common with me and my brother than I first realized?”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align:
justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Georgeanne saw magic because it couldn’t be used against her, but Silviu, and apparently Ileana, saw magic because they could influence it. Georgie’s secret couldn’t be held much longer, but that didn’t
mean she had to go into explicit explanations. “Close enough. You’re a strong witch, Iley. It reacts with greater force to lesser magic.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “Almost like an enhancement.”
Ileana humphed and let the door close. “Your turn. In Poland, when that knife was magicked at your head, it hit some kind of force field and slid off without any harm.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;">
“My life is not a science-fiction movie.” Georgie rolled her eyes. “It’s not a force field.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “What is it, then?”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;">
</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “Adam calls it Bane imperviousness.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “How did you lose your magic?” Tulah broke her silence and Georgie shifted to study
her. The color in her cheeks had returned, she was steady on her feet and the faint indigo swirl surrounding her body had settled down.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “I’m not Bane-made.” Georgie
watched Tulah’s reaction very closely. “I was born under a Bane moon.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “You’ve never had magic?”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div
style="text-align: justify;"> Georgie shrugged. “I can’t use magic and magic can’t be used against me.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Tulah’s eyes flashed with pity a moment before she went
still. She’d never make a good politician, unless that indigo magic she used gave her an advantage that Georgie couldn’t detect.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Georgie studied the woman for another
few moments, wondering. Vague suspicions and soft doubts stole through her mind, but before she could organize them, indigo flickers began to whirl around Tulah’s body. Georgie turned toward the door, leaving her questions unvoiced. She didn’t know whose ears
were listening.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> In one swift move, Georgie pulled open the door and stepped outside. A sheen of red flashed, there and gone as she passed through. A humming pressure
coasted along her shoulders, her vision wavered for a fraction of an instant, then it all stopped. Georgie stood on the front porch, surveying the door from a new angle.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;">
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width="125" /></a></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> In witching society, magic and politics are the only things that matter, and marriages are arranged for advantage rather than love.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div
style="text-align: justify;"> Christiana Davenold doesn’t want to be Mother, but her husband is pushing for her to be named heir. Milo just wants to protect his wife, and he believes the position of leadership would keep her, and their unborn child, safe from
the challenges of her cousins.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> But Mother Madeleine refuses to name a successor.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align:
justify;"> As the Davenolds gather in the hopes that they can heal their Mother from the dark magic attack that has left her weak and near death, Silviu Lovasz and Georgeanne Davenold find themselves at a turning point neither could have expected. Troublesome
Family members, secret alliances and the unexpected arrival of Father Daniel Levy cause an emotional upheaval that will test them both.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Only love can see them through
the danger, but in witching society, magic and politics are all that matter. The connection they’ve managed to forge will be tested as suspicion grows and trust is broken by the ultimate betrayal.<br /> <br /> <br /></div> <div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width:
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black; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “Georgeanne!” A deep
voice immediately recognizable as her father came to them. “At least fifteen people saw you come in here with Silviu Lovasz. Open this door at once!”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> The situation
was regrettably similar to what had happened ten years ago. Georgie’s father had found them naked and entangled when they were teenagers, and had helped keep the betrothed pair apart for a decade. Gritting his teeth against the agony searing his mind and body,
Silviu reluctantly stepped back, knowing the moment had passed and he’d lost his chance.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> He fought to keep from sending his magic winging through the door to kill
Georgie’s parents where they stood.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Georgie slid off the desk to stand on shaky legs and smoothed her hair. Silviu stuffed his stiff cock back into his pants with
a grimace. Awkwardly, he forced his throbbing body to bend and snatch her panties from the floor.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “That was too close,” she hissed. “That can’t happen again.”<br
/> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “It will,” he promised her. “I want you, I need you, and you are mine. The next time I get my hands on you, and that will be no later than the end of this day, I will
fuck you breathless. To the point you won’t even be able to scream your pleasure.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “Georgeanne!” her father yelled.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;">
</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “<i>One minute</i>,” she called back. She spun on Silviu with a heated look that had nothing to do with lust. “I will say when, do you understand me? When I have permission, I will share my body completely, but until
my grandmother approves, I won’t risk everything I’ve worked for just because you make me come.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> He didn’t have the heart to tell her how wrong she was. He didn’t
have the words to explain how they’d both been used and betrayed by the people who’d sworn to love them and protect them at all costs. Silviu couldn’t bear to tell her that neither of them would find any help in achieving the goals their Families had given
them. It was up to them to forge a new path through a dangerous minefield of intrigue and manipulation.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> So he stepped close and shoved his hand under her skirt.
With unerring accuracy, he found her entrance and pushed two fingers deep inside. Hot, scalding, a promise of heaven and everything Silviu had ever hoped to achieve in life. Ignoring the insistent pounding on the door, he filled her with his fingers as she
went to her toes and clutched his shoulders.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “I will have you, Georgeanne. This is between us and no longer involves anyone else. They can’t keep me from you ever
again. I won’t let them.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> He pulled his fingers from her body without regard for the way she staggered back on trembling legs. He didn’t dare hold on to her any
longer. He licked the taste of her from his knuckles even as he opened the door and caught her father’s gaze.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “She’s mine,” Silviu snarled in the other man’s face.
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width="125" /></a></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> In witching society, magic and politics are the only things that matter, and marriages are arranged for advantage rather than love.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div
style="text-align: justify;"> The Council of Covens has been called to session, and the fate of the witching world hangs in the balance. So does Bijoux Laurent’s future. The sheltered witch is scheming to make Costel Lovasz admit how much he loves her. He
has denied his feelings for years, but now Costel’s being sent on a mission of seduction to gain her allegiance because his brother needs Bijoux’s telepathic talents.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;">
Silviu and Georgeanne Lovasz-Davenold need every ally they can get when the dark magic witch they’ve been hunting makes a bold move. The odds are against them, especially with lies, betrayal and distrust keeping Silviu and Georgie’s Matched magic unstable.
To have any hope of success, the couple must open their hearts to each other, but that level of forgiveness and compromise may not be possible between the two witches from opposing sides of the matriarchal-patriarchal divide.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align:
justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> In a society where magic and politics are all that matter, only love can unlock Silviu and Georgie’s full potential and win them sovereignty over all.<br /> <br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: start;">
<div style="font-family: "times new roman"; text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <div style="height: 400px; overflow: auto;"> <center style="font-family: "times new roman";"> <img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTG3djPN1sOkvT_166chG59LJakZYf2t_O7EAEclyhsQ71mdtZV-Fib29tyOVk4p9OJrVmnRp3TvjtIqBqZkVOSWFdP5RbtC4ZDA_yzPHnsHjkwqFWMokX_PXlgtAexwsS6s8g5yjkaSkg/s1600/excerpt.png"
/></center> <center style="font-family: "times new roman";"> </center> <div style="font-family: "times new roman";"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “Your father was wrong! Vasile read some fucking fairy tales and figured they
were as good as real life.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “He’s been right—”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “He’s been half-right,”
she argued. Georgie took a step back and rubbed her temples. “We can’t depend on legends alone, Silviu. We have to face facts.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “My father believed you would be
an extremely powerful witch. He believed that all your magic is locked inside you, hidden by your Bane shield, but that my magic held the key.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “It’s the other
way around,” she whispered.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “No. Magic Matches take the heft of the stronger witch. You access my magic, but I can’t access yours. That means you’re more powerful
than I am, and we just have to unlock what you have, stabilize it and learn to use it.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “I have no magic for you to access.” She held up a hand to forestall his
argument. “Whatever I am, Silviu, and whatever we can be together, it’s not what your father expected.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> He stared at her for a long minute, the silver hue of his
eyes darkening, his lips pulling straight. Just when Georgie was about to simply leave him to his thoughts and find a quiet place to organize her own, he moved. Silviu was lightning quick when he wanted to be, and she didn’t have a chance to register his actions
before he’d caught her in an unbreakable embrace.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “My love.” His breath feathered over her ear and made her knees melt. “We’ll figure out what we can do, but only
when this wall of doubt between us comes down.”<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Not giving her a chance to reply, Silviu captured Georgeanne’s mouth with his own. He dominated and conquered, letting
the full force of his authority bear down on hers. Reacting without thought, she fought back with slick thrusts and wet parries, doing her best to combat his patriarchal arrogance with her own feminine pride.<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;">
</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> But the kiss dragged her under his spell—a different kind of magic. The enchantments of want, need and desire fed into the alchemy of the schoolgirl’s crush and became the woman’s greatest pleasure. The magic of sensuality
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Proud Scot and Fallen co-owner, Lord Iain ‘Vice’ Vissen is dedicated to performing in and producing the pleasure club’s hedonistic shows. Until the night he apprehends a rogue footman in their midst and discovers the spy is Lady Mairi MacNair—the woman who long ago broke his heart.<br />
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In one swift movement, Vice had Mairi against the wall, his fingers tangling in her sweetly fragrant hair as he straightened the combs. “What are you doing here? Really?”<br />
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Her breathing quickened, her lips glistening as she ran her tongue over them. “I was invited.”<br />
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“Indeed. Decent food. Ramsey also mentioned you might still be at least part Scot and have proper whisky.”<br />
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As punishment for the impudence, he slid two fingers under her bodice and pinched one already hardening nipple. Mairi moaned, the soft sound primitive and needy, but rather than continuing, he withdrew his fingers and smiled. “Try again, my lady.”<br />
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“A poor attempt to seduce me. I know you actually prefer blondes now.”<br />
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“What? I mean, ah, of course. I was only teasing. My, aren’t we on edge.”<br />
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“You would be, too, if people were referring to your unmanageable baby sister as a beauty. Christ. For the safety of the world and my own sanity, she should probably go and live in a nunnery atop the Pyrenees until she is at least in her dotage.”<br />
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“Bah,” said Mairi, shaking her head. “What a hypocrite you are. Hellion was a high-spirited girl, but never silly. I doubt she has become a henwit who would surrender her virginity to a penniless rake just because he smiled at her.”<br />
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“And what a master you are at attempting to change the topic of conversation. Again, I ask, what are you really doing here?”<br />
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She glared at him, her eyes blue infernos. “What woman would turn down an invitation to see the most handsome man she’s ever known in his own luxurious home, to forget for a few hours that she is naught but a worthless servant with so many dreams unmet?”<br />
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Shocked, Vice searched her face for signs of guile. But for once, she held his gaze unflinchingly. “No,” he said softly. “No. Not a worthless servant. Never, ever that. In fact, a brave and beautiful Highland warrior.”<br />
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Mairi’s eyes glistened, and without thinking, he cupped her face. She tensed, then with a shaky exhale, she turned into his touch and rubbed her cheek against his palm. The moment stretched to infinity, all the betrayals and mistakes and lost time raging a silent battle against a hope and a love that had never quite died. Dare he believe? Fuck, he wanted to. So badly. To forget Scotland, to forget the last decade, and publicly claim this woman for his own.<br />
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Lord Sebastian St. John, dedicated bachelor and a co-owner of Fallen, the most scandalous pleasure club in London, is known as Sin for good reason. Orphaned by a shocking accident, Sin long ago vowed a life of solitude and decadence. Yet when Lady Grace Carrington begs for his help destroying her reputation, Sin can't turn the ton's most proper lady away.<br />
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Obedient daughter, wife, and young widow, Grace has had enough of being controlled. After her father arranges a second loveless marriage to an eminently respectable ancient, Grace plans a fortnight of defiance and self-ruination to stop the wedding. But as Grace enters the heady, risky world of an affair with Sin, she finds herself inexplicably drawn to him—and she soon realizes two weeks won't be nearly enough.<br />
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Disinherited by his parents and estranged from his wife, Fallen pleasure club co-owner Lord Grayson ‘Devil’ Deveraux long ago learned to place his trust in ledgers rather than people. But his ice-cold reserve hides the scandalous truth: he’s a man who craves pain with his pleasure, and a loving lady to instruct him.<br />
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Banished to the country when her whirlwind marriage collapsed, Lady Eliza Deveraux never knew why Grayson fell out of love with her: she’d tried so damned hard to quell her fiery self and be a proper, obedient wife. But when Eliza is forced to return to London and back into Grayson’s intoxicating world, banked passions reignite. Can a marriage built on secrets and pretense truly get a second chance?<br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Becca McKenzie is happy—crazy, ridiculously happy.
She might not have figured out what she wants to do with her life, but she has something better—Ryan Jackson—and they couldn’t be more in love if they tried. He might have been pissed when she went off to a different college, but they make the long distance work because they’re “Becca and Ryan”, and nothing is going to break them.
Until it does.
Until one terrible, unforgettable night away from Ryan. Until too much drinking and one empty bedroom. Until fifteen minutes of hell completely destroys her life and leaves Becca questioning everything she’s ever known.
Until that night turns into a lie she can’t stop—can’t control.
Until she said no but he didn’t listen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Chapter 2</span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Becca</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">We enter the frat house together, and although Ryan tries to hold on to my hand, he’s immediately swept up by people greeting him, slapping him on the back, and wanting to talk to him. He looks back at me apologetically, but I just smile back and wave a hand, letting him know it’s fine. I’m used to people wanting Ryan’s attention; he’s always been crazy popular, and this is his domain, his college, where he’s the football star. Of course he’s going to attract attention.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I step farther into the party, into a huge side room where people are already dancing over by the windows on a makeshift dance floor. My eyes dart past all the people dancing, laughing, and holding red cups and shot glasses as I try to find who I’m looking for. I can’t help but smile when I spot him. Jake stands over by the wall, chatting with a guy I don’t recognize. He looks pretty animated and is throwing his arms about, gesticulating dramatically for effect. I start to walk over to him, but someone else gets to him first. A petite blonde girl steps in front of me, pulls his face down to hers, and starts sucking at his mouth. I pull up short and can’t help the smirk that crosses my face. Wow, making out is actually gross from this close up. She looks like she’s trying to taste what he had for dinner. I wait for them to finish, but when they show no sign of stopping, I clear my throat loudly. They break away at the interruption, and when Jake spots me, a huge grin breaks out on his face. He quickly steps forward and grabs me in a tight hug, picking me up off the ground. Someone has definitely had a few drinks tonight.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Was wondering when you’d show up!” he tells me, tousling my hair as I scowl in irritation—well, mock irritation. It’s impossible for me to stay mad at Jake for long.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Um, Jake!” his make-out partner snaps, clearly annoyed I’ve distracted him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Heather, Becca. Becca, Heather,” Jake introduces us, waving a hand between us.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">She eyes me suspiciously, and I raise an eyebrow at her. “How do you know each other?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Ah, she thinks there’s something between us. I nearly snort out loud at the mere thought of it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Becca’s an old friend from way back. From grade school,” he tells her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">That doesn’t seem to appease her. “What are you doing here?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Visiting.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Who?” She glances at Jake questioningly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I can’t resist. “My boyfriend,” I tell her, flicking my eyes over to Jake and wrapping my arms around his waist.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Her eyes widen in fury before Jake is pushing me away from him and rolling his eyes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Ryan,” Jake clarifies. He turns to me, and he can’t hide his smirk of amusement. “You are such a shit, McKenzie.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Wait!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">We both turn back to her. Her eyes have widened in surprise, but she’s no longer staring at me with hostility.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Ryan who?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I frown. Surely if she’s dating Jake, she’d know who Ryan is—they’re practically inseparable.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Jackson,” I clarify. “Do you know him?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Know him?” she practically squeals, her face lighting up with excitement. “Everyone knows Ryan! Oh my God, you’re really Ryan’s girlfriend?” Her demeanor has completely changed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“I take full credit for getting them together,” Jake informs her, which earns him an eye roll from me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Oh my God! It’s so nice to meet you,” she tells me, stepping toward me and apparently completely forgetting that she hated me a minute ago. “I’ve wanted to meet you for so long. Everyone’s dying to know who’s managed to catch Ryan and keep him so hooked.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I take a step back from her, flashing a questioning look at Jake. He looks at Heather uneasily. This is weird. I mean, seriously? She makes it sound like I’m some mystical creature who is never around and doesn’t really exist. I visit as much as I can, but when I’m here, Ryan and I would rather spend the time together, just the two of us. So, it is pretty rare that I come to a party with him, but I am around, and I know most of his close circle here. And ‘keep him so hooked’? As if we’re not just a normal couple who love each other and are happy together? Why does she care so much about my damn business?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“You are so lucky! Seriously, Ryan is so into you. Like, he could get with anyone, and girls are always hitting on him. Like, seriously hot girls who would do anything, and he doesn’t even care!” I cock an eyebrow at her. Is this supposed to be reassuring? “I mean, seriously, girls will do anything to just talk to him, but he doesn’t even care. He loves you so much. And you are way prettier than Kelly said you were!” Okay, this does annoy me. “Like, you’re actually really, really pretty,” she continues.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Jake clears his throat awkwardly while I try not to glare. “Okay, I think maybe we should get you some water,” he tells Heather and steers her away, smiling apologetically at me. “Ignore her,” he mouths over his shoulder at me, but I’m pissed off now. Why is some random girl I’ve never even met so interested in my relationship?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I turn to try to spot Ryan, and I swear my blood stars boiling instantly, because sure enough, there she is—Kelly Taylor, creeping up on Ryan.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Kelly Taylor has been hanging around Ryan since he first got to Cal State and they were in the same dorms. She’s a major football groupie who’s hooked up with over half the team, but it’s Ryan she’s been intent on since the start—he’s the prize in her eyes. I’m sure she’s convinced she’s perfect for him or some other nonsense. Every time I see her, I want to slap her smug face. It’s annoying that she’s actually really good-looking, and God, does she know it. She’s delusional if she thinks I can’t see through the fake smiles she gives me whenever I visit. She wants Ryan badly, and I’m pretty sure she’s made that clear to him. I trust Ryan completely, but I wouldn’t trust her as far as I could throw her. She’s forever tagging him in pictures on Facebook and Instagram. Usually she’s draped all over him, pouting like a Kardashian, and while he’s never touching her or doing anything to raise suspicion, it still pisses me off.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Oh my God! She actually reaches out and strokes his arm before Ryan awkwardly pulls it away. It’s as though she can feel my eyes on her, because she turns and spots me watching them, my arms crossed over my chest. She frowns at me, obviously unaware that I was here, and then nods slightly, says something to Ryan, and walks away. Ryan turns to me and looks confused while I glare, then he smirks at me, probably happy that I’m jealous. He strolls over to me and stops just in front of me with a cocky smile playing on his lips.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I glare back at him. “Having fun over there?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">A low chuckle leaves his mouth and his eyes gleam. “You’re jealous.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“I’m not jealous!” I snap in annoyance.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">His grin gets bigger. “Yes you are.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“No, I’m not, and if I were jealous, it certainly wouldn’t be of Kelly Taylor,” I say with disdain.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">A pleased smile crosses his face. I roll my eyes and tell him I’m going to get a drink, turning to walk away from him, but he reaches out and tugs me back against him. His arm wraps around my waist, and his mouth finds my ear. “I love that you’re jealous,” he whispers.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">And I know that he does. I know sometimes he feels like he’s more into this relationship than I am, which is absolutely not the case, but I think it boosts his ego when he sees me jealous.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I shrug away from him and attempt to walk off, but he just starts laughing and tugs me around so I’m facing him. He reaches down to my waist and picks me up, hauling me over his shoulder so my ass is in the air.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I’m mortified. “Put me down now!” I demand, grateful that I’m wearing my usual jeans and not a skirt.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He laughs in return and starts making his way through the room. “Make way!” he calls. “My hot-as-fuck girlfriend is in town, and we need to sit down.” I try to struggle free, but he just slaps my ass, and I can’t help but laugh.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He stops over by a couple of sofas that are pushed together and repositions me so that when he sits down, I find myself in his lap with my back against his chest. I try to straighten my hair, feeling completely flustered, and then I turn and shove him. He simply grins at me wildly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Idiot,” I mutter, smiling at him. I go to move off his knee, but his arms clamp around me, pulling me tighter against his chest, and I know he won’t let me leave. I don’t really care; this is the best seat in the house, and I love being this close to him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">A low chuckle across from me turns my attention back to my surroundings, and I realize Ryan has sat us down next to Jason, Dean, and Marty (who might just be the nicest guy in the world); they’re Ryan’s teammates and they all live together, along with Jake. “Should have known you were in town, Becca.” Dean winks at me. “He hasn’t answered any of my texts since Thursday.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Jason starts to laugh. “Dude, he’s been walking around with his head in the clouds all week, you should have known he was about to get laid.” I scowl at him, and Ryan reaches out and slaps him across the head, making them all laugh harder. I roll my eyes at them and look away. Of course they know Ryan and I have sex, but they don’t need to broadcast it to the entire party.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I look over and see Kelly scowling from her place in the corner. She’s standing with a few other girls who are also looking at me in disdain. Her eyes lock with mine, and I know this is driving her crazy. She wants Ryan so badly; she’s not even bothering to hide it anymore. The last couple of times I’ve been here, I’ve noticed it more and more. I’m almost tempted to plant one on Ryan right now, just to piss her off, but I think better of it. I don’t have to prove myself to her. In fact, girls like her make me sick. The thing about Ryan and his teammates is, they are big deals on this campus, however crazy that might seem. They are at the top of their game in college football. If they make it to the NFL, they’ll have more money than they could possibly imagine, and there are certain girls in colleges all across the country (mine included) that see this as a huge selling point. That, combined with the fact that most of the guys on the team are friendly, funny, and good-looking, means they get some serious female attention. These girls want them badly and will do almost anything to get them. Given the fact that Ryan is also drop-dead gorgeous and probably one of the most charismatic guys I’ve ever met, it’s easy to see why I don’t like Kelly Taylor and the other girls that are lining up to take my place.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Becca?” I turn and see Hayley Walsh smiling at me. “I didn’t know you were in town this weekend.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I return her smile as she sits down on one of the sofas. Her boyfriend, Max, stands behind her and nods at Jake when he too wanders over.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Hayley is the only other serious girlfriend that I know on the football team. She followed Max to Cal State, and they live together now. Although a bit excitable and preppy, she’s actually a sweet girl I’ve come to really like. She always makes me feel welcome whenever I visit. I know Ryan’s teammates found it crazy when they first heard that Ryan and I were together despite living so far apart, and I know they initially encouraged him to live the single-college-guy party lifestyle, but they soon understood we were unbreakable. Now, they just treat me as one of their own.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“How are you?” I ask. “Enjoying your last year at college?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Hayley beams at me. “Yeah! Graduation will be here before we know it.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I grin. “Scary times.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Nah, it’s exciting. Just annoying that we can’t make plans until we know where we’ll be next year.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“You don’t know?” I ask, surprised. I know I have no clue about what I want to do after graduation, but I’m hoping that in a year’s time, I’ll at least have considered some options.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Of course not. I’m hoping for the West Coast, but it really depends on Max,” she says, gesturing behind her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I raise my eyebrows in confusion.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“You know, where he gets drafted, where he’ll be based?” she continues.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“You’re going with him?” Now I get it—she can’t make plans until she knows where he’ll be. “Wow, I didn’t realize,” I continue, smiling at them both while she looks at me like I’m crazy. I feel Ryan stiffen around me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Yes, I’m going with him,” she tells me, a frown on her face, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“But what if you guys end up in the middle of nowhere? What will you do for work?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Well, I don’t know yet.” She laughs at the expression on my face.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“You don’t know yet?” Isn’t the whole point of college to study hard and then get a job in your area of interest?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“No, I’ll figure something out.”</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Wow.” I’m impressed. Hayley’s told me before how much she loves living in California, so I’m amazed she’d willingly move somewhere she knows nothing about. “Doesn’t that bother you?”</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“I don’t know why you’re surprised about this. I want to go, to support him,” she says, awkwardly glancing behind me at Ryan.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“But,” I continue, trying not to make Max feel uncomfortable even though I do think this is crazy. “Don’t you think—”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">She cuts me off. “I’ll do whatever. Work wherever. I probably won’t even have to work, and we might start a family in the next few years.”</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Wow. This is news to me, although she’s right—it probably shouldn’t be. It just seems crazy to me that you would put your own life and plans on hold to follow your boyfriend to the middle of nowhere and just be there waiting for him when he comes home. What about her hopes and dreams? And a baby, already? She’s only twenty-one, twenty-two at the very oldest.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Unbelievable,” Ryan mutters behind me. I turn to look at him, but he grabs me by the hips, shoves me to the side, and stalks toward the kitchen, leaving me behind.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I look around in surprise. His friends are either looking awkwardly away or looking at me like I’m stupid. “What?” I ask. I turn to Jake. “What did I do?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He rolls his eyes at me in frustration. “Use your brain, Becca.” When I just stare back at him blankly, he gestures after Ryan. “Well, follow him then.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I send Hayley one last confused glance and follow after Ryan. I catch up with him in the kitchen and see that he’s grabbed a beer. When I reach out to grab his hand, he turns to me, and his face is thunderous.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“What’s wrong?” I ask.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Are you fucking kidding me, Becca?” he demands, his voice low and angry. He looks furious. “It hadn’t even occurred to you that we might have to live somewhere completely random if I get drafted?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Um, no. I hadn’t thought about it all.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Have you even thought about where you’ll live and what you’ll do after you finish college?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Well, no. Not really. You know I want to be on the East Coast.” My roommate is from New York, and after hearing her talk about it over the last couple of years, I’ve been desperate to move there after college.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“But what if that’s not where I’m playing?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Well, it’s not an issue yet, so there’s no point in worrying about it, right?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">His eyes narrow, searching my eyes. I look away awkwardly.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Jesus Becca, you haven’t even thought about what we’ll do after we graduate?” I stare back at him, openmouthed. “Has it even entered your brain that I might want you to move with me?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Oh crap. “Yes.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Don’t lie to me,” he snaps. He knows me too well. “For fuck’s sake, what is the point of all this then? You won’t transfer to be with me now. You’re not even thinking about us being together when we graduate. What the fuck is the point of this long-distance crap if there’s not even going to be an end to it?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">My jaw falls open in disbelief, and he turns and walks away in annoyance. I watch him stalk out of the kitchen for a few seconds before my brain kicks in and I hurry after him, reaching out and grabbing his arm. “Wait,” I say quietly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He sighs but reluctantly turns to face me. I tug on his hand and pull him out into the hallway, aware that we’ve garnered a few curious looks now that we’re back in the huge living room. The last thing I want is his friends witnessing this fight, and I definitely don’t want Kelly Taylor to see it. He allows me to pull him into a dark corner where we have some privacy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“What the hell was that?” I demand, my own voice sharp with anger. “If you don’t want to be with me Ryan, just tell me.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">His jaw clenches, and I can practically feel the anger radiating off him in waves.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“You think I don’t want to be with you?” he demands. “Becca, all I want is to be with you. I hate this long-distance shit. I thought I’d get used to it, but all I want is to see you. Every single day. That’s all I want. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, but I have to stay here and play football, and then you tell me that when this is all over, when neither of us are tied to a college anymore and we can both be together, you haven’t even thought about moving to be with me?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Oh shit. He’s right. A wave of guilt floods me as I realize how this must look. Ryan always considers me in every decision he makes, and I don’t always remember to consider him. Like when I decided to go to Southern U after he’d already accepted his scholarship. My right hand reaches out to his left, and I lace my fingers through his.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“I’m sorry, okay? I wasn’t thinking. That was stupid.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He sighs and looks past me, but I can tell I’ve placated him slightly. I tug on his hand, pulling his attention back to me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“You’re right. Long-distance is shit, but we make it work because we’re us. We’re Becca and Ryan, and we’re always going to be together. Nothing is ever going to change that.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He still doesn’t look at me, but his body has started to relax ever so slightly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“It’s you and me, Ryan. Always will be.” I tug on his hand again, and he finally looks down at me. “When it comes to leaving college and you getting drafted, we’ll make it work, right? Everything will work out just fine,” I tell him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He gives me a reluctant nod, and I smirk back up at him. “I love you, Jackson,” I tell him—and I do. I love Ryan Jackson more than I ever thought possible. As far as I’m concerned, he’s the best person in the world, and I still get butterflies when I see him. Sometimes, I just need my brain to engage a little more so I realize how things might look from his perspective.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">His eyes soften. “I love you too, McKenzie.” I know he means it; he knew it before I did.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. He responds, pulling me into him. I deepen the kiss, putting everything I have into it, trying to prove to him how much I feel for him, how much I love him. He kisses me right back, and suddenly I’m backed up against the wall with Ryan’s hands roaming all over me. I pull away, breathless, and he’s smirking down at me, blatant lust in his eyes. I’m pretty sure they reflect the look in my own.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Wanna get out of here?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He gives me a look that makes my stomach flip and takes my hand, pulling me out of our private corner. He strides ahead, cutting through the large front room. We pass his friends by the sofas, but Ryan doesn’t even slow down, just shouts “We’re out!” over his shoulder at them. I catch them smirking at us, clearly realizing we’ve made up. Kelly and her friends scowl at me as Ryan pulls me into the backyard and then onto a back road. We get back to his room in record time, and all arguments are completely forgotten.</span></div>
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