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164 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 1, 2017


He wasn’t too tall, maybe one seventy-five, and had the shiniest blond hair. The sun-bleached mop of golden strands surrounded his head like a halo as if he’d descended directly from heaven to save our lost, dirty souls. But angels probably wouldn’t come down to earth dressed in faded cut-off jeans and purple flip-flops.(...)

“I never stood a chance,” I wheezed.
“Nope,” he murmured against my cheek.


"I want you with me all the time, for dinners and breakfasts and trips to the mountains. I want you in my bed - you have no idea. I'm so starved for you it's like I have phantom pains at night, almost feeling you there."
"All the grand things you're going to do in your life, I want to be there on the sidelines. I want to be the one who gets to take care of you when you're sick. I want to be able to see inside your head, even if the workings of your brain intimidate the hell out of me most of the time. I want to know what you think , what you wish for. So I can try to get it for you."

His hands circled my wrists, and he dragged my palms toward his ass and planted them there, anchoring himself. He pushed even closer, rocking his hips, held my head and tilted his own. We were no longer just kissing. This was something else. Something stronger, deeper, dirtier. Mouths wide open, our tongues tangled, his taste and scent were all I could comprehend.
“Why do you call me Squirrel?” he asked, finishing his second virgin mojito.
“I don’t know. It was the first thing that came to mind. Probably because you’re little, cute, and looked ready to bolt.”
“Stop being prissy, Alex, and let the guy enjoy himself. You write some prime jerk-off material.”
I spluttered into the phone. “Jerk-off?”
“Seriously?” Mattias burst into laughter, and I had to hold the phone farther away from my stinging ear. It took a few seconds before he caught his breath and continued, still chuckling. “What do you think people do after they’ve read one of your scenes? Pedicure?”
I straddled his long, lean body, lowering myself as if sinking underwater, where there was no sound and no conscience, and kissed him again, long and deep and slow.
“I’m so mad at you,” he growled, frowning ferociously, his canines showing. In an instant, I was bitch-slapped by arousal. He kissed me deeply, kissed me stupid.


"An irresistible force meets an unmovable object. What happens next?"
"Yes, that's true," my friend said, nodding in all seriousness. "You are exactly that much older. And yet here we all are, still waiting for you to act like a grown-up."



