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316 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 20, 2017






"The way his lips pressed against my neck, he could have convinced me of anything. Want to go see if we can find Atlantis and live underwater? Sure, show me the way."
I breathed into his face. “Or else.”
To his credit, he didn’t laugh. I’m not sure how serious you could take a person when they were three sheets to the wind wearing an animal costume.
"...ignore Ryan, he has problems with social boundaries.”
“Ryan? Your name is Ryan?” I didn’t even try to hide my eyes almost bulging out of my head. What were the chances? Lila was right, there really always is a Ryan. “That’s me.” Ryan’s grin widened as he moved closer to me.
“Have to admit that being with this guy,” he thumbed over his shoulder toward Eric, “isn’t easy. But that look you are giving me is doing wonders for my ego.”
“Easy boy, this is a nice place and I’m sure Tia doesn’t want her leg humped. And there is nothing wrong with your ego.” Eric folded his arms across his chest; the fabric of his shirt barely containing the muscles I knew lingered underneath."
“Cinderella never turned into a pumpkin, her carriage did. Her fancy dress disappeared and she lost a shoe. Which honestly could happen to anyone after a massive party. I see a lot of it Saturday mornings on the subway.”
“Well, we’re both still clothed so I guess we dodged that bullet.” His eyebrow rose, a smirk spreading across his lips.
“It’s probably for the best we leave then.” I nodded, wondering whose life I was currently living. “Be a shame for something bad to happen to your suit.”
Like me licking it.
I’m finding it very difficult to concentrate when you sound . . . so relaxed.”
“I’m very relaxed.” I eased my head back on the pillow, stretching out against my soft cotton sheets. “And like you, I am finding it difficult to concentrate. Would it help to tell you that I’m in bed, naked?”
“No.” He coughed, his voice hoarse. “That wouldn’t help at all.”
“Ah, well that’s too bad.” My hands trailed lazily against my naked skin. “Sadly I’m all alone which means I will probably have to entertain myself.”
“Hmmm. Another disappointment.”
“What is?” My hand swept lower, lingering on my stomach. “That I have to entertain myself?”
“No, that I’m not there to watch you. Although I have to warn you, New York.” His gravelly voice was making my skin tingle. “I’ve never been good at being a spectator.”
"I WASN’T A RUNNER.
Hell, to say I was even fit was probably a gross understatement. So when I decided running was a good idea, I knew it was going to take me no longer than ten seconds to regret that decision.
Firstly, because I didn’t have enough of a head start.
Eric was ginormous; it would take me three strides to every one of his. Not ideal.
Secondly, I had no fucking idea where I was or where I was going. We’d already established I had a questionable sense of direction and even poorer mapping skills. And in my rush to get away I’d left my phone—as well as everything else—behind. So I was Siri-less and shit out of luck.
And thirdly and most importantly, I. Was. Not. A. Runner."
"He had been my number one crush. A man who had captured my attention before I knew he was destined for my heart. Which just proves that even if your dreams are insane, so far removed from reality that even you don’t believe they are possible. Do it anyway."





FAVORITE QUOTES:
No one deserved to be that good looking. It was greedy. And yet by the power of Odin and all the Viking gods, someone in the heavens had seen to it that he was. Which is why I mumbled my thank yous every morning to them as I stalked the latest installment of photos that found their way into my inbox.
“I hope the Viking gods and the other gods know what they’re doing.” My eyes lifted to the ceiling. “Because I’m probably going to break every commandment there is.”
If Eric Larsson was a football team, his cock was definitely the MVP.
“I died. But I went happy. I’d had a good life.”
Eric barked out a laugh, pulling my body close to him. “What a shame, I had hoped to fuck you again later. I’m not into necrophilia though.”
“I’m alive!” I screamed, my body jerking back to life. “It’s a miracle.”
Eric’s body shook as he laughed. “Quickest resurrection in history.”
“I’m an overachiever.” I nestled against his chest, the strong beat of his heart thumping against my hand.
Eric Larsson was no longer my number one crush. No, he was way beyond that. And I prayed with everything I had he wouldn’t be my number one heartbreak.

