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324 pages, Kindle Edition
Published February 2, 2016



"I'm not leaving you alone."~Lambo

"Trust me. This is gonna be fun. For both of us."~LamboAinsley is a complex character. She lives with her loving older brother Ryan and his girlfriend Natalie. Although Ains appears to have it all together, she is battling the demons of her past and lives with bipolar disorder. Ryan has done his best to keep Ainsley healthy and happy. Although her brother's love is significant in her life, she is missing a few important things! Ainsley needs sex, love and romance! What girl doesn't? Only one thing can truly fill the void in her life. Who cares if it's her older brother's best friend?


"He was hot. He was an excellent kisser and finally, and perhaps most importantly, I was pretty sure he could close the deal."~AinsleyLambo and Ainsley don't waste any time rekindling the fire! The attraction that began years ago, at that college party, was only the catalyst to what promises to be a mind-blowing life altering experience for them both. These unlikely characters form a tender bond that begins with friendship, sensuality, and then transforms into love. The road to happiness is not a smooth ride for these two. However, it is full of humor and lasting love!
"Fuck, Ains, your pussy is like fucking magic or something."~Lambo

"All I could think about was when I was going to see her again."~LamboWhat is most notable about the writing in this book is the easy flow of the text and the steady pacing of the plot. Additionally, I felt like the characterization was honest and consistent throughout. I was completely immersed in this story and I cannot wait to see what Ms. Brown does next!
"I don't think you get it. I need you more than you need me."~Lambo











They call me Lambo, or Lam for short.
However, I guess if we're being accurate, they don't just say it- they moan it. Usually while my dick's in their mouth. And before you judge me, it's there because they were fucking begging for it.
Most chicks wanted it in the back of a car or against the bathroom door, with me pulling on their hair and calling them a little slut as I doled out so many orgasms their brains practically dissolved into nothing.
That, friends, is how Lambo Christie rolls when it comes to sex.
Fuck, Ains, who'd have thought Ryan's little sister had such oral talents?"

He's always overestimated how sensitive and damaged I am, which is ironic, given that he doesn't even know the extent of anything with my dad. Nope, he thinks I'm this delicate suicidal flower, when really I just suffer from bad luck. Yes, I am bi-polar, but my meds keep it under control for the most part. He thinks I keep trying to kill myself, but nothing could be farther from the truth. I don't want to die.
Okay, maybe I did when I was younger. I say maybe because I honestly can't remember, I've blocked out so much. I know I used to cut. Lots of kids do, and they do it as a cry for help, for attention.
...I really don't think that's why I was doing it, though. I just...enjoyed the feeling. The rush that came with it. Marv and I have discussed it at length and decided it was probably related to the fact that I was on so many medications at the time. I felt clouded, numb, and I hate feeling like that. Cutting took all that away...
Poor Marv. Despite our history, I could tell sex talk still made him a little uncomfortable. I guess I couldn't blame him, I mean, we'd known each other for so long, and he'd seen me grow up- it was almost like he was an uncle or something.






































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"I love you because, well, I can't not love you."





You look like...fucking...banana bread.
I've often thought that even paper-cuts could kill you, if you got enough of them.
I love my family because they're blood, Ains. But you, I love you because, well, I can't not love you.
