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306 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 6, 2017



”There’s a little bit of fear with every storm. A whole lot of mystery. And you could never appreciate the beauty of the sun without the devastation of a storm.”
’My name is Winter Tews.
I’m not a fucking cutslut.
I’m not your fucking property.
I’m just a girl who found her balls. Flipped her middle finger to the world. Grabbed her crotch and screamed to the universe, “Suck my dick!”

Winter, demanding my undivided attention and getting it, places my hat on her head and runs her fingers through my hair. Yeah. I’m high. I’d never let that shit happen if I wasn’t. “Tell me you’re gonna fuck me hard tonight,” she says, looking up at me as I gaze down at her.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard…”
“Tell me how you’re gonna spank me.”
“Beat the fuck outta you…”
“Tell me how good I taste.”
“Like motherfuckin’ Skittles…”
“The kind that come from a rainbow?”
“From heaven.”
Her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth falls open. I have to blink a few times to make sure I’m not seeing shit. This bitch having a stroke? Then she pulls in a deep breath, and laughs so loud, people stare. After a few seconds of that, I’m laughing too. Asking her, “What’s so funny?”
When she finally catches her breath, she tells me, “You said, ‘from heaven’.” I’m grinning like a damn idiot at her impression of me.
“Fuck you. That was a compliment.”
”Moped. You have to ride a moped.”
He shakes his head. “I’m not riding a fucking moped.”
I poke my lips out. “Not even for me?”
“Nope.”
“But you said you’d do anything for me.”
His brow lifts. “I didn’t say that.”
“But I’m your dream girl,” I whine.
“I didn’t say that shit either. I said I love you. Which translates to: you’ll do until some better bitch comes along.”
“Say it again.”
“You’ll do until some better bitch comes along,” he repeats. I narrow my eyes. He smiles. “I love you, baby.”
“This selfish, cold hearted, beautiful betraying goddess will do whatever it takes to get ahead. Or at least she’ll try. There’s just one little problem.
One thing she didn’t consider.
One play she hadn’t anticipated.
One person she doesn’t even know exists.
Me.”

”He holds out his hand. Between his fingers is a crisp, folded hundred-dollar bill.
“What’s that for?” I ask, glancing between the money and him.
“It’s your payment. You are a whore… or somethin’, right?”
A sense of something foreign washes over me.
Shame.
I am a whore. A cutslut. I sleep with people for money.”

”And what requirements must this dream guy meet?”
“Why so curious?” I wiggle my eyebrows. “Do you wanna be my dream guy?”
A devious smile on his lips, he shakes his head. “Not a chance in hell, sweetheart. You’re not my type.”
“Ditto, asshole.”
“Winter. Come on, baby. Wake up.”

“You’ll do until some better bitch comes along,” he repeats. I narrow my eyes. He smiles. “I love you, baby.”

“You said you wanted your dream guy to wear something other than black,” he says, gray eyes meeting mine. “Well, I own thirteen different colored shirts. I have six pair of flip-flops. I like holding you when I kiss you. I like holding your hand. I’ll pour your scotch if that’s what you want, and you can have the remote.”
"We have a connection. I feel it", I breathe on a sigh.
That spark.
That electricity.
Hot against my skin.
Too hot.
It’s really more of a vibration.
A pulse.
But it’s there.
Yep.
We definitely have a connection.
“It’s my iPod, sweetheart.”