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✔️ Fake relationship-turned VERY real
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October 22, 2018
Steam-your-Kindle Excerpt!
One Knight Stand is coming VERY soon! But I wanted to give you a little sneak peek.
Read the prologue for a taste of what's to come!
One Knight Stand Excerpt
The blonde across the bar had been shooting fuck me eyes at Camden all damn night. His cock responded to each and every flirty look she gave him, but deep in his gut, he knew tonight was going to be like every other one-night stand. He’d get in and get off. The orgasm would probably even be good… but it wasn’t enough. There’d still be that gaping hole left behind that no meaningless encounter could fill. That gnawing in his gut telling him he wanted more… needed more.
Blowing his load wasn’t cutting it anymore, not with the darker desires he had lurking beneath the surface. Unfortunately, if knowledge of his particular tastes made it out into the world, he knew there was no way in hell he’d be able to come back from that. His reputation as one of the hottest, most famous alternative singers on the planet would be ruined, the media would have a field day, and his best friend-turned-manager, Tatum, would skin him alive.
So keeping those baser instincts in check was necessary but left him feeling no less empty, like a part of him was locked away in a cage, slowly withering away due to neglect.
All his life, Camden Knight only wanted to do one thing—write music and play his songs for people to hear. He thought fame and notoriety would provide him with everything he could ever want. But as the years ticked by at a snail’s pace, he was starting to regret every decision he’d made in the past several years. He was no longer his own person. He belonged to the masses. His every move was stalked by relentless, dogged paparazzi, and privacy was a thing of the past.
He missed the simple days when he could do something as menial as go to the grocery store on his own. Now his life was full of photogs invading his space for a goddamn picture when all he was doing was walking down the sidewalk, interviewers probing into his life with invasive questions just to garner higher ratings, and psychotic bitches breaking into his condo because a song of his flipped a switch in their fucked-up brains and had them convinced they were soul mates.
Sucking back the last of his beer—that had unfortunately gone lukewarm—Camden plunked the bottle on the table and decided to make his move. After all, a vanilla orgasm was better than not getting off at all, and it was the only thing that gave him a modicum of relief in this twisted, unrelentingly cutthroat world.
Pushing between the blonde’s barstool and the empty one beside her, he propped an elbow on the bar top and gave her a look that he knew without a doubt would get him laid—for the simple fact that it had worked like a charm more times than he could count.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
“You’re Camden Knight,” she breathed wantonly, trailing her finger along the low-cut neckline of her top that was only one line above skank.
“That I am. And you are?”
“Me-Meagan,” she stuttered breathlessly.
“Well, Meagan, you have two choices. You can let me buy you another drink—” Camden replaced her finger with his, dragging it across the swells of her firm, round tits. “—or we can go somewhere more private.”
The innuendo in his tone wasn’t lost on the chick, and she eagerly hopped off the stool, grabbing her tiny purse and tucking it under her arm as she ran the tip of her tongue along her bottom lip.
“Privacy sounds nice. I know just the place.”
Hooking his arm around her waist, he pulled the woman against his side, her ample curves molding against him. “Then lead the way, baby.”
***
Camden knew he was being a bit too rough as he fisted Meagan’s hair, using his grip to hold her in place and fuck her mouth, but sometimes he got too lost in what he was feeling to maintain control of his needs. Besides, if the way her fingers were working her clit as she hoovered his cock were any indication, the chick seemed to be getting off on the brutality.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted, his hips snapping as he powered in and out of her hot mouth. “You like that?”
She hummed around his dick and lifted her gaze to his, the plain brown eyes watering as Camden forced his way down her throat. He could feel that tingling at the base of his spine, could feel his balls tightening and drawing up closer to his body. He knew he was close, but he didn’t want to come down her throat.
Using the hold on her hair, he yanked her off his cock with a loud pop, dropping the condom he’d been holding on the ground at her feet. “Put it on. I wanna fuck you.”
She smiled naughtily and bit down on her swollen lip as she picked the gold foil packet up off the floor and tore it open. One second later, once he was covered, he gripped her under her arms and threw her to the bed.
“Roll over,” he commanded on a rough growl. “Want you on your hands and knees.”
She complied without a single objection, arching her back and wagging her ass tantalizingly. Camden ran a hand down the creamy mound before giving it a harsh smack, the crack of it echoing through the room, followed a moment later by her sharp gasp.
“You like it dirty, baby?” he teased, rubbing the sting from her ass.
“Like it however you wanna give it to me,” Meagan purred.
He landed two more slaps in quick succession before grabbing hold of her hips and driving in balls deep in one punishing thrust, not even giving her a chance to get used to his size. With one hand at the back of her neck, he forced her face into the mattress as the tenuous hold he had on his control snapped, and he fucked her with a mercilessness that caused a sweat to break out along his skin.
“Yeah, baby, yeah. Just like that. Fuck me hard,” she said, driving him on. “Give it to me rough, just how you like it.”
“Jesus, fuck,” he grunted, slamming into her so hard her body jolted across the bed.
Meagan’s head flew back with a loud “Yes!”
Camden’s hand at the back of her neck traveled around and gave her throat a tiny squeeze, not enough to hurt, just enough to test her limits. At the slight pressure, Meagan let loose, rearing back and fucking herself on his dick as she begged for more, harder, faster, rougher.
She wanted it in a way Camden hadn’t had in years, and that part inside of him that had laid dormant for so long roared to life and took over completely. His fingers clasped tighter. It wasn’t enough to choke her, not even close, but she’d see his marks on her body long after he was gone.
“You like that?” he panted, holding her throat with one hand as he used the other to spank her.
“Yeah, baby. Fucking love it. God, you’re amazing.”
Her pussy clenched and rippled around him, tightening until it was almost impossible to pull out. One last slap on her ass and she burst, crying out loud enough for her neighbors to hear as she came all over Camden’s cock.
Forcing her hips down into the bed, he used Meagan’s body, powering in and out, in and out, fucking her into the mattress with everything he was once, twice, three more times before his head fell back on a groan while his balls drained every drop of his cum into the condom.
It was amazing. He hadn’t come that long or that hard in fucking years. He’d have liked to push the boundaries a little more, really get off, but in spite of everything they’d just done, she was still, for all intents and purposes, a stranger, so he had to be careful and watch his own back.
“That was fuckin’ phenomenal, baby,” he panted once he finished riding that high. “Thanks for that.”
He pulled out and she rolled to her side with a smug grin on her lips. Propping her head in one hand, she ran the other down her naked body and teased, “Any time, sweetheart. You weren’t so bad yourself.”
He wanted to get her number. He wanted to keep it going with her simply so he could test the limits and get what he really fucking needed in bed. But he knew better. One-night stands were the safer option. Anything longer and he ran the risk of having the chick go full-on Fatal Attraction on him. Fame and money did that to people; it was a lesson he’d learned well enough.
So instead of setting up a repeat, he headed for the attached bath and went about ridding himself of the condom and cleaning up. When he came back, Meagan was still in the same position he’d left her in.
“So,” she hedged, pushing up to her knees and sitting back on her haunches, spreading her thighs to give him an enticing view of her wet pussy. “You up for round two, or you need a breather?”
He gave her that signature cocky grin that made women hot. “As tempting as that sounds, I gotta be on my way. Shit to do tomorrow.”
The enchantress facade she’d pasted on quickly fled, and her face grew hard as she said, “Okay. But you’re gonna call, right?”
Well shit.
Leaning down, Camden placed a quick kiss on her forehead and muttered, “I’m gonna be busy for a while, so I can’t make any promises, but you give me your number and I’ll do my best,” he placated.
He wasn’t going to call.
He wasn’t going to text.
Hell, he probably wasn’t ever going to see Meagan again.
And when a week went by and her phone never rang, he’d come to discover he’d made a big fucking mistake.
Because what he didn’t know after quickly dressing and bolting from the room was that she’d secretly recorded the entire goddamn thing.
As the saying went, Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
And when Meagan got tired of waiting on his call, she got pissed. And when she got pissed, she decided to get revenge. And she did just that when she took that video and mailed it to every gossip rag in the tri-state area.
The cat was out of the bag.
Camden was well and thoroughly fucked… and not in the way he liked.
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One Knight Stand
Read the prologue for a taste of what's to come!
One Knight Stand Excerpt
The blonde across the bar had been shooting fuck me eyes at Camden all damn night. His cock responded to each and every flirty look she gave him, but deep in his gut, he knew tonight was going to be like every other one-night stand. He’d get in and get off. The orgasm would probably even be good… but it wasn’t enough. There’d still be that gaping hole left behind that no meaningless encounter could fill. That gnawing in his gut telling him he wanted more… needed more.
Blowing his load wasn’t cutting it anymore, not with the darker desires he had lurking beneath the surface. Unfortunately, if knowledge of his particular tastes made it out into the world, he knew there was no way in hell he’d be able to come back from that. His reputation as one of the hottest, most famous alternative singers on the planet would be ruined, the media would have a field day, and his best friend-turned-manager, Tatum, would skin him alive.
So keeping those baser instincts in check was necessary but left him feeling no less empty, like a part of him was locked away in a cage, slowly withering away due to neglect.
All his life, Camden Knight only wanted to do one thing—write music and play his songs for people to hear. He thought fame and notoriety would provide him with everything he could ever want. But as the years ticked by at a snail’s pace, he was starting to regret every decision he’d made in the past several years. He was no longer his own person. He belonged to the masses. His every move was stalked by relentless, dogged paparazzi, and privacy was a thing of the past.
He missed the simple days when he could do something as menial as go to the grocery store on his own. Now his life was full of photogs invading his space for a goddamn picture when all he was doing was walking down the sidewalk, interviewers probing into his life with invasive questions just to garner higher ratings, and psychotic bitches breaking into his condo because a song of his flipped a switch in their fucked-up brains and had them convinced they were soul mates.
Sucking back the last of his beer—that had unfortunately gone lukewarm—Camden plunked the bottle on the table and decided to make his move. After all, a vanilla orgasm was better than not getting off at all, and it was the only thing that gave him a modicum of relief in this twisted, unrelentingly cutthroat world.
Pushing between the blonde’s barstool and the empty one beside her, he propped an elbow on the bar top and gave her a look that he knew without a doubt would get him laid—for the simple fact that it had worked like a charm more times than he could count.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
“You’re Camden Knight,” she breathed wantonly, trailing her finger along the low-cut neckline of her top that was only one line above skank.
“That I am. And you are?”
“Me-Meagan,” she stuttered breathlessly.
“Well, Meagan, you have two choices. You can let me buy you another drink—” Camden replaced her finger with his, dragging it across the swells of her firm, round tits. “—or we can go somewhere more private.”
The innuendo in his tone wasn’t lost on the chick, and she eagerly hopped off the stool, grabbing her tiny purse and tucking it under her arm as she ran the tip of her tongue along her bottom lip.
“Privacy sounds nice. I know just the place.”
Hooking his arm around her waist, he pulled the woman against his side, her ample curves molding against him. “Then lead the way, baby.”
***
Camden knew he was being a bit too rough as he fisted Meagan’s hair, using his grip to hold her in place and fuck her mouth, but sometimes he got too lost in what he was feeling to maintain control of his needs. Besides, if the way her fingers were working her clit as she hoovered his cock were any indication, the chick seemed to be getting off on the brutality.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted, his hips snapping as he powered in and out of her hot mouth. “You like that?”
She hummed around his dick and lifted her gaze to his, the plain brown eyes watering as Camden forced his way down her throat. He could feel that tingling at the base of his spine, could feel his balls tightening and drawing up closer to his body. He knew he was close, but he didn’t want to come down her throat.
Using the hold on her hair, he yanked her off his cock with a loud pop, dropping the condom he’d been holding on the ground at her feet. “Put it on. I wanna fuck you.”
She smiled naughtily and bit down on her swollen lip as she picked the gold foil packet up off the floor and tore it open. One second later, once he was covered, he gripped her under her arms and threw her to the bed.
“Roll over,” he commanded on a rough growl. “Want you on your hands and knees.”
She complied without a single objection, arching her back and wagging her ass tantalizingly. Camden ran a hand down the creamy mound before giving it a harsh smack, the crack of it echoing through the room, followed a moment later by her sharp gasp.
“You like it dirty, baby?” he teased, rubbing the sting from her ass.
“Like it however you wanna give it to me,” Meagan purred.
He landed two more slaps in quick succession before grabbing hold of her hips and driving in balls deep in one punishing thrust, not even giving her a chance to get used to his size. With one hand at the back of her neck, he forced her face into the mattress as the tenuous hold he had on his control snapped, and he fucked her with a mercilessness that caused a sweat to break out along his skin.
“Yeah, baby, yeah. Just like that. Fuck me hard,” she said, driving him on. “Give it to me rough, just how you like it.”
“Jesus, fuck,” he grunted, slamming into her so hard her body jolted across the bed.
Meagan’s head flew back with a loud “Yes!”
Camden’s hand at the back of her neck traveled around and gave her throat a tiny squeeze, not enough to hurt, just enough to test her limits. At the slight pressure, Meagan let loose, rearing back and fucking herself on his dick as she begged for more, harder, faster, rougher.
She wanted it in a way Camden hadn’t had in years, and that part inside of him that had laid dormant for so long roared to life and took over completely. His fingers clasped tighter. It wasn’t enough to choke her, not even close, but she’d see his marks on her body long after he was gone.
“You like that?” he panted, holding her throat with one hand as he used the other to spank her.
“Yeah, baby. Fucking love it. God, you’re amazing.”
Her pussy clenched and rippled around him, tightening until it was almost impossible to pull out. One last slap on her ass and she burst, crying out loud enough for her neighbors to hear as she came all over Camden’s cock.
Forcing her hips down into the bed, he used Meagan’s body, powering in and out, in and out, fucking her into the mattress with everything he was once, twice, three more times before his head fell back on a groan while his balls drained every drop of his cum into the condom.
It was amazing. He hadn’t come that long or that hard in fucking years. He’d have liked to push the boundaries a little more, really get off, but in spite of everything they’d just done, she was still, for all intents and purposes, a stranger, so he had to be careful and watch his own back.
“That was fuckin’ phenomenal, baby,” he panted once he finished riding that high. “Thanks for that.”
He pulled out and she rolled to her side with a smug grin on her lips. Propping her head in one hand, she ran the other down her naked body and teased, “Any time, sweetheart. You weren’t so bad yourself.”
He wanted to get her number. He wanted to keep it going with her simply so he could test the limits and get what he really fucking needed in bed. But he knew better. One-night stands were the safer option. Anything longer and he ran the risk of having the chick go full-on Fatal Attraction on him. Fame and money did that to people; it was a lesson he’d learned well enough.
So instead of setting up a repeat, he headed for the attached bath and went about ridding himself of the condom and cleaning up. When he came back, Meagan was still in the same position he’d left her in.
“So,” she hedged, pushing up to her knees and sitting back on her haunches, spreading her thighs to give him an enticing view of her wet pussy. “You up for round two, or you need a breather?”
He gave her that signature cocky grin that made women hot. “As tempting as that sounds, I gotta be on my way. Shit to do tomorrow.”
The enchantress facade she’d pasted on quickly fled, and her face grew hard as she said, “Okay. But you’re gonna call, right?”
Well shit.
Leaning down, Camden placed a quick kiss on her forehead and muttered, “I’m gonna be busy for a while, so I can’t make any promises, but you give me your number and I’ll do my best,” he placated.
He wasn’t going to call.
He wasn’t going to text.
Hell, he probably wasn’t ever going to see Meagan again.
And when a week went by and her phone never rang, he’d come to discover he’d made a big fucking mistake.
Because what he didn’t know after quickly dressing and bolting from the room was that she’d secretly recorded the entire goddamn thing.
As the saying went, Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
And when Meagan got tired of waiting on his call, she got pissed. And when she got pissed, she decided to get revenge. And she did just that when she took that video and mailed it to every gossip rag in the tri-state area.
The cat was out of the bag.
Camden was well and thoroughly fucked… and not in the way he liked.
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One Knight Stand
September 21, 2018
Heart pounding sneak peek of RAVAGE
Ravage
While the elevator took me up to his floor, I twisted my fingers together and worried my bottom lip between my teeth as nerves took hold. By the time I reached his front door and knocked, I’d chewed so hard on my lip that the acrid taste of blood coated my tongue.
All the saliva in my mouth dried up and my throat felt like it was full of cotton when Mace answered the door with nothing but a sheet wrapped around his lower half. Unlike the other guys, his arms were free of tattoos, but the band’s logo of a skull with guitar necks instead of crossbones was inked on his massive chest just above his heart. I’d always thought he was the sexiest guy in the world with his clothes on, but like this… well, I couldn’t even form a coherent thought. For crying out loud, he was so ripped even his muscles had muscles. Inch after inch of golden skin was rippled and defined, and I had the intense desire to run my tongue along every crevice.
“Lyla? What are you doing here?”
I’d been so absorbed in my task of committing every divot and groove on his body to memory that I didn’t notice the shock and panic in his eyes as I pushed past him and into the apartment.
“I’m sorry to just show up like this,” I began. “I just needed to see you. I hate how we left things last night, and I wanted to make it right.”
“Now’s not really a good time, Goldie. Can we maybe do this later?”
“No… I mean, I can’t.” I closed my eyes and shook my head as I began to pace the sparsely decorated living room. “What I mean to say is I need to do this now. If I wait any longer, I’ll chicken out.”
“F**k,” he hissed, tucking the blanket tighter around his hips before raking a hand through his messy dark hair.
That wasn’t the most encouraging thing to hear, but I pressed on anyway, the need to get the words out building and building inside me, threatening to explode like a soda can that had been shaken up.
Deciding to be completely honest, I spoke the words I’d only ever confessed to my journals. “I love you, Mace. I’m in love with you. I have been since the very first time I laid eyes on you.”
“Lyla—”
“No, please. Just let me get this out,” I pleaded. “I might be young, but I know what I feel.” I moved close, taking his face in my hands and lowering my voice as I smiled. “I’ve been in love with you since I was ten years old, Mace. You’re it for me.”
Taking the hugest leap of faith I’d ever taken in my life, I rose on my toes and pressed my lips against his. Mace’s mouth immediately opened and his tongue drove into mine. I might’ve started the kiss, but he took over in an instant. A moan worked its way up my throat as his fingers dug into my hips. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth so thoroughly, like I was the sweetest, most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.
My head fell back on another ragged moan when his lips disconnected from mine and traveled down the sensitive flesh of my neck. “God, Mace,” I whimpered. “I love you so much.”
For some reason, repeating that had the same effect as a bucket of water being dumped over his head.
He jerked away like I’d just stabbed him, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. “Sh*t, Ly, sweetheart. We can’t do this.”
I stumbled back a step, my knees having turned to jelly from the kiss. “What? Why?”
“Are you kidding?” he bit out, his jaw clenched like it was taking everything in him to fight something back. “Goldie, you’re seventeen!”
“I’ll be eighteen in just a few months.”
“Chr*st,” he gritted as he paced and rubbed at the back of his neck. “This isn’t happening right now.”
My stomach plummeted to the floor, and I could feel my heart beginning to crack. “You kissed me back,” I whispered. “I’m not delusional. I felt it. You kissed me back, Mace. And I saw you watching me last night at dinner and at the club. I’m not an ignorant little kid. I know what I saw and felt. You can’t deny it.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Anger began to burn in my veins that he could have such little regard for what we’d just shared.
“How can you say that?” I demanded. “Tell me what I felt wasn’t real. That what I saw was all in my head.” He stopped and stood silent, watching me with a pained expression like he was coming apart. And I knew then that what he was fighting so hard was his draw to me. “I love you, Mace,” I continued, softening my voice as I closed the distance between us and placed my palms on his chest. “I know you feel something for me too. I can see it in your eyes right now.”
“You’re killing me, Goldie,” he whispered, his voice tortured as he leaned down to rest his forehead against mine. “What you felt was real.” All the breath whooshed from my lungs as a beaming smile stretched across my face. “But,” he continued, killing that sudden burst of happiness, “it can’t happen. Ever. I’m drawn to you, I’ll admit that. You’ve always been important to me, sweetheart. So g**damn important. I feel something for you, but I can’t ever act on it. It just can’t happen.”
It was amazing how a person could go from bliss to soul-crushing heartache in the span of just a few seconds. It was like being hit by a truck. “Why not?” I whispered, my voice cracking as tears welled in my eyes.
“Oh, baby. Please don’t cry.” He cupped my cheeks, using his thumbs to brush away the few that escaped.
“Then tell me why. I deserve to know.”
“Because you’re not just some girl. You’re Lyla, my Goldie. I’m not the best when it comes to relationships, and you aren’t a woman you just take a shot with. You deserve so much more than that. You deserve promises, and I’m not in a place to make those kinds of promises right now.”
“I don’t need promises,” I insisted, a hint of desperation in my words. “I’m not asking for that. I know this would take time. We’d have to build it. I just want to know there’s a chance. That’s all I’m asking. Just give us a chance.”
Mace tangled his fingers in my hair, and for a second I thought it was all going to work out.
But I’d been so d*mn wrong.
“No.”
With one word, he broke my heart.
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While the elevator took me up to his floor, I twisted my fingers together and worried my bottom lip between my teeth as nerves took hold. By the time I reached his front door and knocked, I’d chewed so hard on my lip that the acrid taste of blood coated my tongue.
All the saliva in my mouth dried up and my throat felt like it was full of cotton when Mace answered the door with nothing but a sheet wrapped around his lower half. Unlike the other guys, his arms were free of tattoos, but the band’s logo of a skull with guitar necks instead of crossbones was inked on his massive chest just above his heart. I’d always thought he was the sexiest guy in the world with his clothes on, but like this… well, I couldn’t even form a coherent thought. For crying out loud, he was so ripped even his muscles had muscles. Inch after inch of golden skin was rippled and defined, and I had the intense desire to run my tongue along every crevice.
“Lyla? What are you doing here?”
I’d been so absorbed in my task of committing every divot and groove on his body to memory that I didn’t notice the shock and panic in his eyes as I pushed past him and into the apartment.
“I’m sorry to just show up like this,” I began. “I just needed to see you. I hate how we left things last night, and I wanted to make it right.”
“Now’s not really a good time, Goldie. Can we maybe do this later?”
“No… I mean, I can’t.” I closed my eyes and shook my head as I began to pace the sparsely decorated living room. “What I mean to say is I need to do this now. If I wait any longer, I’ll chicken out.”
“F**k,” he hissed, tucking the blanket tighter around his hips before raking a hand through his messy dark hair.
That wasn’t the most encouraging thing to hear, but I pressed on anyway, the need to get the words out building and building inside me, threatening to explode like a soda can that had been shaken up.
Deciding to be completely honest, I spoke the words I’d only ever confessed to my journals. “I love you, Mace. I’m in love with you. I have been since the very first time I laid eyes on you.”
“Lyla—”
“No, please. Just let me get this out,” I pleaded. “I might be young, but I know what I feel.” I moved close, taking his face in my hands and lowering my voice as I smiled. “I’ve been in love with you since I was ten years old, Mace. You’re it for me.”
Taking the hugest leap of faith I’d ever taken in my life, I rose on my toes and pressed my lips against his. Mace’s mouth immediately opened and his tongue drove into mine. I might’ve started the kiss, but he took over in an instant. A moan worked its way up my throat as his fingers dug into my hips. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth so thoroughly, like I was the sweetest, most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.
My head fell back on another ragged moan when his lips disconnected from mine and traveled down the sensitive flesh of my neck. “God, Mace,” I whimpered. “I love you so much.”
For some reason, repeating that had the same effect as a bucket of water being dumped over his head.
He jerked away like I’d just stabbed him, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. “Sh*t, Ly, sweetheart. We can’t do this.”
I stumbled back a step, my knees having turned to jelly from the kiss. “What? Why?”
“Are you kidding?” he bit out, his jaw clenched like it was taking everything in him to fight something back. “Goldie, you’re seventeen!”
“I’ll be eighteen in just a few months.”
“Chr*st,” he gritted as he paced and rubbed at the back of his neck. “This isn’t happening right now.”
My stomach plummeted to the floor, and I could feel my heart beginning to crack. “You kissed me back,” I whispered. “I’m not delusional. I felt it. You kissed me back, Mace. And I saw you watching me last night at dinner and at the club. I’m not an ignorant little kid. I know what I saw and felt. You can’t deny it.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Anger began to burn in my veins that he could have such little regard for what we’d just shared.
“How can you say that?” I demanded. “Tell me what I felt wasn’t real. That what I saw was all in my head.” He stopped and stood silent, watching me with a pained expression like he was coming apart. And I knew then that what he was fighting so hard was his draw to me. “I love you, Mace,” I continued, softening my voice as I closed the distance between us and placed my palms on his chest. “I know you feel something for me too. I can see it in your eyes right now.”
“You’re killing me, Goldie,” he whispered, his voice tortured as he leaned down to rest his forehead against mine. “What you felt was real.” All the breath whooshed from my lungs as a beaming smile stretched across my face. “But,” he continued, killing that sudden burst of happiness, “it can’t happen. Ever. I’m drawn to you, I’ll admit that. You’ve always been important to me, sweetheart. So g**damn important. I feel something for you, but I can’t ever act on it. It just can’t happen.”
It was amazing how a person could go from bliss to soul-crushing heartache in the span of just a few seconds. It was like being hit by a truck. “Why not?” I whispered, my voice cracking as tears welled in my eyes.
“Oh, baby. Please don’t cry.” He cupped my cheeks, using his thumbs to brush away the few that escaped.
“Then tell me why. I deserve to know.”
“Because you’re not just some girl. You’re Lyla, my Goldie. I’m not the best when it comes to relationships, and you aren’t a woman you just take a shot with. You deserve so much more than that. You deserve promises, and I’m not in a place to make those kinds of promises right now.”
“I don’t need promises,” I insisted, a hint of desperation in my words. “I’m not asking for that. I know this would take time. We’d have to build it. I just want to know there’s a chance. That’s all I’m asking. Just give us a chance.”
Mace tangled his fingers in my hair, and for a second I thought it was all going to work out.
But I’d been so d*mn wrong.
“No.”
With one word, he broke my heart.
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September 10, 2018
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Character love
So I'm big on tying my series together, whether through small little mentions, or spin off series based on characters previously introduced. It makes me feel like I haven't really said goodbye to characters I've fallen in love with.
I've introduced some secondary characters in my Civil Corruption series that you DEFINITELY need to be on the lookout for!
Camden Knight - if you read Defile then you already know Tate's best friend.
Marco Castello - this dude won over the hearts of so many readers in Consume, so check him out now.
Stone Hendrix and Lincoln Sheppard - Well, you're going to meet them both in Ravage, and you're gonna love them!
These four dudes have stories to come, and you do not want to miss out! <3
Happy reading!
-Jess
I've introduced some secondary characters in my Civil Corruption series that you DEFINITELY need to be on the lookout for!
Camden Knight - if you read Defile then you already know Tate's best friend.
Marco Castello - this dude won over the hearts of so many readers in Consume, so check him out now.
Stone Hendrix and Lincoln Sheppard - Well, you're going to meet them both in Ravage, and you're gonna love them!
These four dudes have stories to come, and you do not want to miss out! <3
Happy reading!
-Jess
