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194 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 24, 2013
”Y’know, I’ve been thinking about the two of us for the past couple of days. I’ve come to the conclusion that you and I were lovers in a past life. And we just couldn’t get it right. We’re doomed to repeat the past until we do. We’ll have to try and fix it in the next one. I’ll wait for you, Chelsea.”
She’s my fire, the air that I breathe.
When I wanna give up, she makes me believe.
I am ten feet tall with her by my side.
Lovin’this girl is a wild ride.
Chelseeeaaa...come back to me.

‘I won’t bore you with the details. Suffice to say, I was swept up in Typhoon Asher, taken high into the sky in a delirious whirlwind of emotion and sexual bliss, a slammed hard to the ground after a ridiculously brief amount of time.…
It didn’t feel much like luck. In hindsight, it seemed as though I’d made the choice to commit slow suicide by falling in love with Asher Pratt.’

‘“God, you almost died. The planet almost had to spin without Chelsea Whitaker on it. That is just wrong on so many levels.” I could hear the catch in his voice, but I knew what a liar he was. I didn’t believe his concern was geuine.
“Asher.” I nodded. “I really appreciate what you did for me. Now get the hell out.”
“What ? Why?” He backed up a bit and stared at me.
My Asher-radar oned in on his mouth, then those sinfully gorgeous eyes. Goddamnit. I suddenly didn’t need the electric blankets anymore. I was pretty sure my core temp was near meltdown. Everything about this man pulled me to him. My moon, his pant. Fuckfuckfuck…’

“Maybe so, but I’m young yet. I want the dream. I want a guy who thinks I hung the moon. I want someone to love me so hard he thinks he’ll die without me. I want a guy who thinks I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen and has eyes for only me.”
“God, why can’t we…why can’t we just be? Why can’t you just love me?”
His voice had a catch in it. “I do love you, Chelsea. So much more than I ever thought possible.”
’Jesus Fucking Christ on toast!’ or ’Jesus Fucking Christ on a pogo stick!’
‘Disastrous choices sometimes feels like a career to me. I am totally a “here-and-now, instant gratification” type of person. I want what I want when I want it. My mother always said, “Act in haste, repent in leisure”, and I swear to God I’m going to have that engraved on my tombstone.’

‘He let his breath out in a quivering sigh. “I forgot how damned beautiful you were. I feel like…this sounds so fucking stupid…but I feel like I’m in the presence of God or something. I shouldn’t be touching you like this.” He looked at me. “You should be in a museum.”
I laughed and reached up to touch his cheek. “Asher, that’s silly. I’m flattered that you feel that way, but I’m still just plain old Chelsea, same I was before…”
He shook his head and looked hurt. “You have never been plain old Chelsea…not to me. Damn you, I could never forget about you.”’
“I forgive you, you son-of-a-bitch.” Smiling slightly, I put two fingers under his chin and tipped his head up until his eyes met mine. “And I will love you forever right down to the very bottom of my soul.”
He gave me a crooked smile. “I promise we’ll get it right next time, Chelsea.”



