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Une histoire de seconde chance par l'auteur de la série culte Driven, Best-seller du New York Times.
Tout a commencé par une invitation. Au mariage de mon ex-fiancé. J'aurais dû l'ignorer. La mettre à la poubelle. La brûler. Mais je ne l'ai pas fait. Je viendrais accompagnée. Et mon assistante a accidentellement envoyé ma réponse.
C'est là qu'entre en scène Hayes Whitley. Mégastar de cinéma. L'homme qui a ravi le coeur de millions de fans. Mais moi, je lui avais donné le mien neuf ans auparavant. C'était mon premier
amour. Il était mon tout. Jusqu'au moment où il a pris la tangente pour poursuivre ses rêves sans le moindre au revoir.
Lorsqu'il s'est pointé, sortant de nulle part, dix ans plus tard, j'aurais mieux fait de garder mes distances. J'aurais dû rejeter sa proposition de m'accompagner au mariage de mon ex.
Je n'aurais jamais dû le laisser m'embrasser. Mais je ne l'ai pas fait. Et maintenant, nous nous retrouvons à nous demander si les morceaux de la vie que nous avons partagée autrefois
s'emboîteraient toujours d'une façon ou d'une autre.
Un premier amour, ça ne s'oublie pas facilement. La question est de savoir si nous préférons oublier ou si nous prenons du le risque de voir ce qui va se passer ?
448 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 14, 2016
But we all know books are fiction. The romance in novels is a crock of shit. Sometimes the hero still leaves in the end. And the heroine is once again left to pick up the pieces.
“My pace, Saylor. Not yours. I’m in control now. You may own pieces of me you never even knew, but right now, I’m going to own you. Every single part of you.”
“Words are cheap.Actions prove everything.”











Hayes Whitley twists me up like a Rubik’s cube. He did way back when and still does now. He’s changed me. Turned that naïve, solid-color blocked puzzle I once was and left me scattered all over the place. I’m a mix of emotions when it comes to him. And no matter how hard I’ve tried to get back to that solid state I was before him, I know I never will. He’s left his fingerprint on me, marking me with invisible ink.

The funny thing is most people would want to sow their wild oats. And maybe in time I will, but for now, I’m still trying to settle the ever-shifting world beneath my feet.
I have a plan. I have my world. My perfect, chaotic, surreal, fucking awesome world and there’s no room for error. She fits nowhere in it. That’s what I told myself when I left. That’s what I’m standing by now.
My pace, Saylor. Not yours. I’m in control now. You may own pieces of me you never even knew, but right now, I’m going to own you. Every single part of you.”













SWEET CHEEKS was such a sweet & sexy second-chance lovestory! Run to your nearest amazon to find out how Saylor & Hayes will fight for their forever-ever-after-soul-mate!


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“You need help.”
“Says the man who demanded he be called The Captain every time the announcer summoned us to the stage despite everyone knowing you were Hayes Whitley.”
“Says the woman who sang, ‘Might as well face it you’re a dick with a glove.’” His laugh rings out again.
“And what is wrong with that? Look it up. I bet you . . . I don’t know what I bet you.” I slur my words a little bit. “But I assure you those are the correct lyrics that Robert Palmer sings.”
“No. It’s addicted to love, Ships. Addicted to love,” he enunciates while fighting back the laugh. “Not a dick with a glove.”
"[...] love is like magic. You can question it—how it happens, when it will happen, why it bowls you over when it does happen, and how you existed before it happened—but you might never get the answer.
Sometimes you just have to believe in it and its process."
“Hayes.” His name is a sigh of affection on my lips. “No. Shh. I’m the actor, I get to hog the stage right now.”
"[...] he needs to stay right where he is.
In the past.
Because by never looking back, he let me know he didn’t want anything to do with my future."
"The most important thing I’ve learned from your parents is this: don’t wait for the perfect time to take a chance on your dreams. And you’re my dream, Saylor.”
"But we all know books are fiction.
The romance in novels is a crock of shit.
Sometimes the hero still leaves in the end.
And the heroine is once again left to pick up the pieces."
“Why are you making this sound like a goodbye, Saylor?” His hands on my cheeks don’t allow me to avert my gaze from his like I want to.
“It’s not. But I don’t know if I can survive in your world, Hayes.”
"If I’m making an ass out of myself, I damn well better be getting the girl in the end."
