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276 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 12, 2019
• Allie (h), strong character with entertaining sassiness despite the trauma of losing a loved one (although in the begining she gave off this ‘i’m not like other girls’ bullshit vibe which irritated me but it’s cool she got that stick out of her ass eventually)
• Jesse, sexy bad boy+broken hero vibe with an unsolved dark past
“She doesn’t know what she does to me, but I’m about to show her. I push her knees apart before tugging her shorts and underwear to the side. “Such a pretty little pussy. Let’s make it even sweeter.”
Allie gasps as I circle her clit with the sucker, and when I drag it lower to dip inside her, she clenches around it. I work it in and out, only giving slow, shallow thrusts.—
—“My two favorite flavors,” I mumble into her warm, wet pussy. “Allison and strawberry.”















“So, we’re on the same page?”
“We’re not even reading the same book.”
Love is real. Powerful. It has the potential to destroy you. To start wars and end lives. Love is a weapon. Love is dangerous, and I want nothing to do with it. - Allie
I study him, once again sensing that there’s more to him than his persona. I want to swim in his depths, uncover every little hidden piece that the rest of the world doesn’t get to see.
He moves toward me, and instinctively I step backwards until my back is flush with the door. “I want you. And I’m sick of playing this game.”
I swallow hard, feeling the warmth of his skin without even touching him. “That’s not why you’re here,” I say, calling his bluff.
“No,” he admits. “But it definitely sweetens the deal.”
“You had your chance. The offer’s expired.”
“Is that so?” he asks, moving closer. “And what’s changed?” He pinches my chin between his finger and thumb and tilts it up so I’m forced to meet his gaze.
“Everything.” I don’t know why my voice comes out as more of a whisper.
He moves past me, his chest skimming my folded arms as he leans in close to my ear. I hold my breath, suppressing the shiver that’s fighting its way through me, but my traitorous heart doesn’t get the message. “See you at home.”
She pushes off the doorframe, making her way toward me. Her arms wrap around my middle, palms flattening against my stomach, cheek pressing against my back. I squeeze my eyes shut, allowing her touch to calm the storm inside me.

"I want to swim in his depths, uncover every little hidden piece that the rest of the world doesn't get to see."
"You went from being my distraction to my downfall."





Love is real. Powerful. It has the potential to destroy you. To start wars and end lives. Love is a weapon. Love is dangerous, and I want nothing to do with it.
She pushes, I push back, neither one of us wanting to be the first to bend—the first to show something real.

