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Five days till the release of BETWEEN US (and a teaser)!

The countdown is ON! BETWEEN US, my Sex on the Beach novella, is out in only five days, so I’ll be sharing a teaser every single day until it releases on March 4th!

Blurb:

I’m just a girl…

I’m a famous country star who’s spent her life cultivating a good girl persona to avoid bad press, but I’ve reached my limit. I’m going away for spring break with my two best friends from college, and we’ve vowed to spend the vacation seeking out fun in the sun—along with some hot, no-strings-attached sex. The only thing I needed was the perfect guy, and then I met Austin Murphy. He might be totally wrong for me, but the tattooed bad boy is hard to resist. When I’m in his arms, everything just feels right.

And I’m just a guy…

I’m just a bartender who lives in Key West, stuck in an endless cycle of boredom. But then Mackenzie Forbes, America’s Sweetheart herself, comes up to me and looks at me with those bright green eyes…and everything changes. She acts like she’s just a normal girl and I’m just a normal guy, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. My past isn’t pretty, you know. I did what I had to do to survive, and she’d run if she learned the truth about my darkness. But with her, I’m finally realizing what it’s like to be alive. To laugh, live, and be happy.

All good things must come to an end…

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First 15 pages of BETWEEN US are released now!

I’m having a Goodreads contest where if BETWEEN US reaches a certain amount of adds, you get to read some of the book early! Well, guess what? You did it! We passed 800 adds, so you get the first fifteen pages early! Without further ado, here you go!

CHAPTER ONE

Mackenzie

The salsa music blaring in the background almost made up for the fact that it was over ninety degrees outside and I was melting, but the Sex on the Beach in my hand? Well, that totally made up for any residual heat that was frizzing my curly hair, Chia Pet style, and the fine sheen of sweat covering my body.

Now, I needed to work up a sweat in a different way.

This was what I’d wanted when I dragged my best friends, Quinn and Cassie, down here for an impromptu spring break in Key West. We’d debated going somewhere else for more privacy, or maybe renting a private home or something, but Key West was the ultimate spring break spot, and with the hordes of bodies shoved into any one building, the chances of me being recognized down here were slim to none.

With any luck, I’d blend right in. I’d even dyed my hair and refused to allow any security to come along. We wanted the ultimate spring break experience—and this was the best way to get it. By me trying to be normal for once.

For this one short, glorious week, I was a normal girl. For the next few days, I’d have my besties at my side, the sun over our heads, the warm sand between our toes, the fruity booze on our tongues, and the warm water beckoning for us to come in. The only thing missing was my spring fling, but I hadn’t found a guy who fit my requirements. I’d been looking since we arrived yesterday afternoon, but no luck so far. I was a little bit picky when it came to men…

Okay, a lot picky. So sue me.

When you’re a famous country star—the same one who’d been dubbed “America’s Sweetheart” the moment you first appeared on stage—you had a certain criteria for men. And one of the most important ones that was non-negotiable?

Absolutely, positively no talking to paparazzi afterward.

It was a heck of a lot harder than you’d think to find a man who wouldn’t sell you out after making you scream his name. Trust me. I’ve tried to find one, and failed. It’s why I was still a virgin. But after this trip, I wouldn’t be. I was going to find the right guy. Someone who wouldn’t know who I was, so there would be no messy complications afterward.

And I had my eyes on him now.

Cassie nudged me in the ribs. “Are you sleeping under that huge hat or what?”

“Of course not.” I tugged my sun hat lower, peeking over my shoulder as I did so. “I’m just man-hunting is all. You should be, too. We agreed we’d all get laid this weekend.”

“I’m looking.” Cassie took a sip of her drink, her blonde hair sparkling under the twinkling lights overhead. “Kinda.”

“Are we still splitting up as much as possible?” Quinn asked.

“Yeah, we have to. It’s why we have separate rooms. We won’t get laid if we’re two to a bed.” I looked at the guy at the bar again. I needed an excuse to get up there. “Are you girls ready for a refill yet?”

They’d decorated the outside bar with white lights all over, and tiny little lanterns hung from the wood ceiling beams overhead. “I can’t down them like there’s no tomorrow. Something tells me a hospital visit is not on your spring break agenda,” Cassie said.

I pointed at her with my drink, concern for their safety taking over. Maybe we shouldn’t split up. What if something happened to one of them? I’d die. “Absolutely not. Watch how much you drink. Balance it out with water at all times, never accept a drink from a stranger, and we have to make sure to keep in contact via text at least a few times a day, so we know we’re all okay.”

“We already knew that,” Quinn said, her soft voice crystal clear. Her long, dark hair was flawless, as usual, and her dark eyes narrowed on me. “We got the usual Mackenzie speech the whole way down.”

“I don’t give speeches…okay, never mind. I totally do.”

Cassie rolled her eyes and Quinn snorted. I fought the urge to hug them tight, but that was nothing new. I always felt that way around them. Grateful they accepted me as I was. Happy we’d met. You know, all those mushy-gushy feelings that I threw into my music but never really voiced out loud.

They were the only ones who didn’t treat me like I was different because I was famous. It had been a refreshing change of pace, to say the least. We’d bonded two years ago in English 101 when I’d asked Cassie what a dangling participle was, and Quinn had answered from Cassie’s other side. We’d been inseparable ever since. I still didn’t know what a dangling participle was, but that was okay.

I had them. And soon I’d have him.

I pulled my sun hat lower and continued to scope out the guy at the bar. He wasn’t looking this way, so I feasted my eyes on his utter hotness. He had dark brown hair, and I was pretty sure I spotted a chin dimple from over here. His arms were inked up, and he oozed sexual confidence without even trying.

He was probably about six-foot-one, and he had the kind of muscles that showed he worked out, but he didn’t look overly big like those wrestlers or bodybuilders. He was perfection. Something about the way he held himself and the way he carried on a conversation spoke of a confidence a girl like me could appreciate. He looked like he knew what to do inside the bedroom and out of it, and that’s what I needed tonight.

“Girls?” I leaned in closer, and they did, too. “I think I found my guy. Ten o’clock. Black shirt and brown hair.”

Quinn peeked while taking a casual sip of her drink. “Hmm. He’s promising. But he kind of looks…dangerous.”

He did, and I liked that about him. It was the right style of dangerous he oozed—not the “tie me up in a basement and kill me” type.

“Yeah, I don’t know about him, Mac.” Cassie’s brow furrowed. “He’s tapping his foot to the music way too perfectly. He’s got to be a musician. And all that ink? He’s hardly your type.”

Oh, he’s totally my type. I watched his foot move in tune with the music. Seeing him in perfect rhythm with the music was a huge turn-on for me. As a musician, I couldn’t help but be attracted to men who could carry a tune or a beat.

And this dude? Yeah, he had it.

“Hm. Maybe he’s a little dangerous, but I like that about him.” I took a deeper drink, needing the coolness to cool off my overheated cheeks. “And why is him being a musician such a bad thing?”

“Because he might recognize you and sell out for a quick buck,” Cassie said, her gray eyes twinkling. She looked halfway to toasted already, and we were only on our first Sex on the Beach. “It wouldn’t be the first time. Need I remind you of what happened when you almost slept with that guy from the club back in Chicago? You didn’t even seal the deal, so to speak, and the press ate you alive. Do you want to be role model turned Slutty McSluttergans all over again?”

I flinched. “It’s not fair. I’m a virgin, but the one time I appear in the tabloids, I’m a huge whore?” I took a deep sip, my eyes still on the guy at the bar. “Well, screw them. Besides, I dyed my hair and I’m wearing this big hat. No one will know it’s me.”

Cassie blinked at me, looking way too worried for someone who was supposed to be having fun. “Your brown hair isn’t all that different from your blonde, Mac.”

“It’s the best I could do.” I’d considered multiple wigs and big glasses, but that would look weird. And it kind of felt too Pretty Woman to me. “I’m going in.”

Cassie looked at him again. “But are you sure he’s the right guy to do it?”

“Yep.” I finished off my drink and stood, the empty glass in my hand. “Wish me luck.”

“Good luck,” Quinn called.

Cassie smiled. “You don’t need it. Just be careful. And thank you again for bringing us here.”

“It’s nothing,” I said. “See ya soon.”

An all-expenses paid vacation was the least I could do for them, when they’d done so much for me. It’s not as if I couldn’t afford it or anything. They weren’t as blessed as me financially, so I paid for them to come with me. That’s all there was to it.

I don’t think they really understood how much it meant to me to have two best friends I could count on for anything. They wouldn’t steal from me or betray me like my mom had. I flinched at the thought. I tried not to think about her.

It had taken five months for my father to realize there was missing money in my bank account. It had taken less than twenty-four hours to figure out why. It had gone into my mother’s pockets—and up her nose—while we’d been away from home. After we figured out she was a junkie, there had been a big, sloppy, public divorce, and everyone had felt sorry for me.

I’d been seventeen and stuck between two warring parents. We’d managed to hide the drug aspect of the story from the tabloids during the court proceedings, but God only knows how. I didn’t speak to her anymore—she hadn’t even come to Dad’s funeral. As far as I knew, she was still a junkie and always would be. Money had corrupted her soul. I would never let it do the same to mine.

I’d been extremely careful to keep my image squeaky clean ever since. My father had been adamant I had to make sure I did no wrong in the eyes of the media. That way if the truth ever came out about Mom, I’d still be the good one in their eyes. Never step out of line. Never get caught doing something bad. And never misbehave in public.

He’d died in a car crash two years ago, but I still lived by those rules of his.

I didn’t know any other way.

As I made my way over to the guy at the bar, making sure to swing my hips just so to attract his attention, I lowered my head. I might be a virgin, but I’d won Who Sings It Best at fifteen, and I’d been starring in music videos since I was sixteen. And what was in music videos? Sex, sex, and more sex. It might not be actual sex, but it was all about the approach and the hotness factor. And I had that down pat, so I could totally fake the rest. It was all in the confidence.

Even if the confidence was fake.

His gaze skimmed over me the closer I got. He adjusted his position on the barstool so he was turned slightly toward me. I knew this guy at the bar was the type of guy to fit into my strict plans. I could feel it in my bones, the same feeling I got when I played the right chord or heard a song that I had to sing.

It just fit.

“This seat taken?” I asked, my country drawl a little bit more obvious with a drink or two already in me.

He gestured at it with his left hand. “Please. Sit.”

I scooted up onto the stool, stealing a quick peek at him from under my hat as I did so. I eyed his ink, making out a few foreign words in bright colors, and some black swirls inked around the words. Flames too.

Hot. Really hot.

“Thank you,” I said, motioning toward the bartender. He came over and smiled at me. “I’ll have another Sex on the Beach, and I’d like two more for the table over there.” I pointed at my girls, waving at them to show that I knew them. They waved back, then whispered to each other. I turned back to my guy. “And another of whatever he’s having.”

He cocked a brown brow. “Do you always order for other people?”

“Sometimes.” I lifted my head slightly, still not making full eye contact thanks to my wide-brimmed hat. “I’m a girl who knows what she wants and goes after it. Is that going to be a problem?”

He laughed lightly, the sound musical. Oh, the girls had been right. I bet this guy could sing the dress off an angel. “No, that won’t be a problem. I’ll have two fingers of Maker’s Mark, please.”

I handed my card to the bartender. “Ah, so you’re a whiskey guy? Before he died, my daddy always used to tell me to find a man who could appreciate the finer things in life.” I deepened my voice. “‘Find a man who can sit back and enjoy the sunset and the way the waves roll over the beach on a stormy day. And he should also appreciate things like whiskey and Cuban cigars.’”

“They’re illegal,” the man on the barstool said, leaning closer. “But I do enjoy a good Cuban. Sunsets and the ocean, too.”

I flushed, my stomach tightening at the way he’d dropped his voice. This guy was affecting me in ways I’d never felt before. “Good to know you like breaking the rules every once in a while.”

He laughed again, his fingers clutching his glass. All I could see of him, due to my hat, was his hand and his legs, which were encased in torn blue jeans. Because of this, I could just barely make out the dark hair on his thigh. “You have no idea.”

“Oh, I bet I do.”

He tapped the side of his glass with his finger. “Pardon me for being rude, but can you lose the hat?” He reached out and tugged on it gently, trying to remove it but not being forceful. “I can’t even see your face.”

I held onto the brim of the hat, keeping it in place. “Maybe that’s the point.”

“The hat goes or I go.” He rested a hand on my thigh. My dress stopped right at the knee, so he wasn’t touching bare skin, but he might as well have been for the impact it had on me. I quivered. Yes, quivered. “I don’t play games. You’re either in or you’re out in my world. Is that going to be a problem?”

I waited too long to answer. He sighed and started to remove his hand from my leg, intending to leave. I panicked, knowing nothing except that I couldn’t let this guy walk away from me. Not yet. So I covered his hand with mine, holding it firmly in place. “Fine, but first tell me what you sing.”

“What? How did you…?” He tensed. “Have we met before?”

I shook my head. “No, I just have a feeling you’re a singer.”

“Well, you’re right.” He hesitated. “I mostly sing rock. My style is similar to Hinder, I guess. Hell, I even share a first name with the former lead singer.” He tugged on the hat again. “Now lose the hat, sweetheart.”

I took a deep breath, said a quick prayer he wouldn’t know who I was—or that if he did, he wouldn’t sell me out—and then pulled off the hat. The second I looked up at him, I made eye contact, dying to know what color eyes he had. Turned out, he had the brightest blue eyes fringed with the darkest lashes I’d ever seen.

He stared back at me, making my breath hitch in my throat. And I’d been right. He had a dimple in his chin that begged for me to touch it. The dimple gave him a boyish charm, which contrasted with the sharp cheekbones that made him look hardened. He had a scar on his cheekbone, and his nose looked as if it had been broken once or twice, and he was simply…devastatingly hot. That was the best way to describe him.

And beyond that? He called to my very soul.

I almost laughed at the sappy thought. I mean, sure, I sang about love and heartbreak all the time. But the truth was, I could count on one hand how many actual boyfriends I’d had. And most of them were in grade school when I’d been flat- chested and buck-toothed.

I might sing about love and romance and finding the one, but I wouldn’t know what love was if it hit me square in the face. Heck, I wasn’t even sure if I really believed in love at all. But this guy? This one dude?

He made me want to believe.

CHAPTER TWO

Austin

Holy shit. I couldn’t believe my luck. I couldn’t believe that I had none other than Mackenzie Forbes, America’s fucking Sweetheart, flirting with me as if she was just a normal girl and I was a normal guy. Well, the second part was true. I was a normal guy, but she was most definitely not a normal girl.

She’d dyed her hair brown. It was usually a bright and sunny blonde. Was that part of her disguise, in addition to the hat she had been wearing? It had worked for a while. I’d had no idea who she was until she looked up at me. But if she knew who she was talking to, she wouldn’t be here right now.

If she knew who I was, what I’d done, and where I’d been, she wouldn’t be batting those famous green eyes at me, looking as if she wanted nothing more outta the world than me. Seriously, I was almost as far from her type as you could possibly get. Actually, one could easily say that my whole life had been filled with almosts…

I almost graduated high school, but then ran away. I almost killed my father when he beat my younger sister instead of me. Oh, and I almost went to jail for almost killing said father. And to top it off? I almost got a recording deal, but I lost it when I almost went to jail for almost killing my father.

Yeah. Like I said. Lots of almosts.

I’d been sitting here, wishing I could catch a fucking break for once in my life, and then bam. Mackenzie Forbes lands in my lap. Back in California, I used to take pictures of celebrities. The whole thing had felt dirty and soul-suckingly horrible, but it had paid the bills while I’d tried to get my career in music up and running. It had been years since I sold a picture to the media.

And yet, all it would take was a couple pictures of her, and a tabloid willing to pay for them, and I’d be able to buy groceries for a month. Hell, if I could get some pictures or a video of her in a compromising position or two, I could probably afford a decent place to live.

I couldn’t not take advantage of that…could I?

But then again, I’d quit taking pictures of celebrities for a reason. I didn’t like the way it made me feel afterward—all sleazy and gross. I didn’t want to be that guy anymore, damn it. But the money…

I forced a lighthearted smile, trying to act normal. I didn’t want to spook her before I decided what to do with her. I had a feeling a girl like her strived for anonymity in things like this, and who was I not to give it to her? I tried to remember everything I knew about her. She’d been on one of those talent shows, I think. Sang her way to the winning position and had been at the top of the charts ever since.

And now she was here with me. Imagine that. I forced a smile. “That’s much better. You’ve got a pretty face, sweetheart.” Wait, should I not call her that? Would it make her think I knew who she was? I mean, I did know, but I didn’t want her to know I knew.

She nibbled on her lower lip, her cheeks flushed. “You think?”

“Oh, yeah.” I smiled and picked up my drink, trying to be casual and laid back, when inside I was strung tighter than a live wire. “I’ve seen a lot of pretty faces in my life, but you might be the winner.”

Just like you won that singing competition on TV.

She relaxed slightly. She seemed to think I didn’t recognize her. Was she really that gullible? It almost made me want to throw my arm over her shoulders and protect her from the big bad world. Protect her from assholes like me. That was irony at its finest, right there.

“Thank you.” She picked up her drink and took a sip, her pink lips closing around the straw perfectly. “Your face is pretty spectacular, too. Just for the record.”

I chuckled at the casual compliment. “Thanks.”

We fell silent, each watching the other. I couldn’t figure out what she wanted from me. Out of all the people in this bar…why me? My phone buzzed and I pulled it out, quickly scanning the text. After I finished, I flipped my phone over so she couldn’t see the screen, and took another sip. My old junker of a phone looked ridiculous next to her shiny iPhone.

Kinda like how we must look right now.

“So, what brings a girl like you to Key West?” I asked. “Spring break.” She tipped her head toward the table where her friends had been sitting. “I’m here with my friends, just chilling. We go to the University of Chicago. Decided some warmth would be nice.”

Did she actually go to college? If so, what a waste of time. She’d probably already made millions singing. Why bother paying for an education after all that? She already had a lucrative career. And how did that work, exactly? Didn’t she need security with her at all times? Hell, maybe they were here right now.

I had so many fucking questions, and I couldn’t ask a single one. “Well, you came to the right place. It’s always hot here.”

“I know, and I love it.” Her gaze dipped low, running over my tats on my arms. I knew she was probably drooling over them. Good girls like her loved getting close to a bad boy with ink like me. It probably made them feel as if they’d walked on the dark side and survived, or some shit like that. For the most part, I didn’t mind playing that role for a little bit of fun. “Do you live down here?”

I tapped my fingers on my knee absentmindedly. “I do.”

“Have you always lived here?”

I tossed back the rest of my drink and let out a soft chuckle. “Nope.”

“Where are you from?” She motioned the bartender over and pointed at my drink, smiling at the man and pulling out a twenty. I stiffened. I didn’t need her to buy all my fucking drinks. I could take care of my own responsibilities and myself. I’d been doing it since I was seventeen.

It might not have always come easy, but I made ends meet.

“Around.” I reached out, slid her money back in front of her, and threw down my own. “And I’ve got this round.”

She blinked at me. “I can pay for your drink. I want to.”

“I’ve got it,” I repeated, catching her gaze. “I’m good.”

She stared at me, as if no one had ever told her no before.

Hell, no one probably had. If I recalled correctly, she was an only child and her parents were out of the picture. One might have been dead…that father she’d mentioned earlier, more than likely.

Her parents had gotten a divorce, and there had been a big custody battle over her when she was a kid. Didn’t sound like a very charmed life, but it was a fucking fairytale compared to mine.

Barry brought me another drink, along with another for her, and I nodded at him. He gave me a long look, took my twenty, and walked away. I knew he wanted to know what the hell I was doing with such a fresh-faced girl like Mackenzie Forbes, but I didn’t have an answer for that yet. “How long are you staying here in Key West?”

She swallowed the last of her drink and started the next. The girl was obviously looking to get plastered and get laid. I had a feeling that’s where I came in. But I didn’t screw drunk girls. It felt like taking advantage to me, no matter how willing they were before the drinks.

“I’ll be here through Saturday.” She turned to me, her knees brushing my thigh. The simple touch burned through my jeans, as if she was stroking me instead of touching me innocently. Fuck me, this girl was good. “Want to keep me company?”

I cleared my throat and took a long drink. She didn’t mess around. “Aren’t I doing that right now?” I vaguely remembered some rumors about her being caught with a drummer inside a club in Chicago, but I couldn’t remember the details. I’d have to Google it later. “Keeping you company?”

“I’m going to be one hundred percent forthright right now.” She met my eyes, her fingers drifting over my tats lightly. It did weird things to my body—her touch on my skin. “I’m looking for some harmless, no-strings-attached fun tonight. What do you think about that?”

I laughed uneasily and shifted my weight on the stool. My cock thickened at her words and her touch, but I ignored the urge to take her up on her offer. The girl was plastered, plain and simple. No matter how tempted I was, it wouldn’t be happening tonight. “Out of curiosity, how many of those fruity drinks have you had?”

“It’s called Sex on the Beach,” she said, dipping her voice low and biting down on her lower lip in a mockery of innocence. This girl might play sweet and innocent in the public eye, but she was too good to be that innocent. “I figured it was only right, since that’s exactly what I wanted out of tonight. Sex.” She paused, then added, “Maybe on the beach.” As if it needed clarification? “So…you in or not?”

She was a smart girl, turning my own words back around on me like that. “You didn’t answer my question,” I said, sliding her drink out of reach. “How many drinks?”

Across the bar, I saw one of her friends chatting with some guy I vaguely recognized. He watched me closely, as if he knew I didn’t belong with a girl like Mackenzie. He was right, of course. But he didn’t know me, so I shot him a narrow-eyed look that told him to mind his own fucking business. He didn’t look away immediately.

Was he Mackenzie’s security guard or something?

“Um, two, I think?” she said, pulling my attention back to where it belonged. Then she shrugged. “But I wanted you before I started drinking.”

“Look…I’m not sure—”

“Oh. Okay.” She stood up unsteadily, her cheeks bright red, but she stared me down, as if she refused to acknowledge the hurt pride my rejection caused her. “Thanks for letting me down nicely. I’ll just, uh…” She lifted a hand, then let it fall to her side. “Yeah. I’ll just go find someone else to hit on and leave you alone.”

The hell she would. That wasn’t happening. I stood up and offered her my hand. “I’m in. Let’s go.”

“N-Now?” she squeaked, looking at her full drink with a touch of desperation. She cleared her throat and gave me a seductive smile. It looked as fake as half the tits in this room. “I mean, uh, great. Your place or mine?”

No way in hell she was going to my place. “We’ll go back to your room,” I said, grabbing my phone and then her hand. “Where are you staying?”

She grinned. “At the Cove Suites.”

Of course she was. It was the fanciest joint around, complete with penthouse suites. It was only a three-minute walk from here, more or less. “I see.”

She picked up her hat and waved at her friend. The little blonde grinned and gave two thumbs up. Mackenzie set her hat back down on her head and linked her hand with mine. I could feel the dude I thought I recognized watching me, but I ignored him. He had to be her private security or something. Well, if so, he could fucking relax. She would be going to bed alone tonight. That’s not to say she would be doing the same thing tomorrow.

Tomorrow was a whole other ballgame.

I’m just a girl…

I’m a famous country star who’s spent her life cultivating a good girl persona to avoid bad press, but I’ve reached my limit. I’m going away for spring break with my two best friends from college, and we’ve vowed to spend the vacation seeking out fun in the sun—along with some hot, no-strings-attached sex. The only thing I needed was the perfect guy, and then I met Austin Murphy. He might be totally wrong for me, but the tattooed bad boy is hard to resist. When I’m in his arms, everything just feels right.

And I’m just a guy…

I’m just a bartender who lives in Key West, stuck in an endless cycle of boredom. But then Mackenzie Forbes, America’s Sweetheart herself, comes up to me and looks at me with those bright green eyes…and everything changes. She acts like she’s just a normal girl and I’m just a normal guy, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. My past isn’t pretty, you know. I did what I had to do to survive, and she’d run if she learned the truth about my darkness. But with her, I’m finally realizing what it’s like to be alive. To laugh, live, and be happy.

All good things must come to an end…

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She took a deep breath, all shaky, and tilted her head back so she could look up at me. “A-Austin?”

I pressed against her, showing her how badly I wanted her. I lowered my head and stopped when my lips were barely touching her ear. “This isn’t about saving me from myself, or even about changing my life. It’s about you and me having some fun, remember?”

She nodded frantically, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Y-Yes. I remember.”

“Good.” I nibbled on the side of her neck, just hard enough to sting. “Now here’s how it’s going to be. If you still want me tomorrow, I’ll make you come so many times you’ll never be able to look at a bed…or a beach, if that’s what you want, without thinking about me. But not till tomorrow.”

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I’m just a girl…

I’m a famous country star who’s spent her life cultivating a good girl persona to avoid bad press, but I’ve reached my limit. I’m going away for spring break with my two best friends from college, and we’ve vowed to spend the vacation seeking out fun in the sun—along with some hot, no-strings-attached sex. The only thing I needed was the perfect guy, and then I met Austin Murphy. He might be totally wrong for me, but the tattooed bad boy is hard to resist. When I’m in his arms, everything just feels right.

And I’m just a guy…

I’m just a bartender who lives in Key West, stuck in an endless cycle of boredom. But then Mackenzie Forbes, America’s Sweetheart herself, comes up to me and looks at me with those bright green eyes…and everything changes. She acts like she’s just a normal girl and I’m just a normal guy, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. My past isn’t pretty, you know. I did what I had to do to survive, and she’d run if she learned the truth about my darkness. But with her, I’m finally realizing what it’s like to be alive. To laugh, live, and be happy.

All good things must come to an end…

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A teaser from my latest project…

Thought I’d start doing something new, sharing UNEDITED teasers here and there right here for you, my readers! Enjoy this first one. It’s from an untitled New Adult project I’m playing with.

“Is that what you want from me?” His hands skimmed up my back, and under my hair. “An anonymous fuck?”

He made it sound so wrong, and yet oh-so-right all at once. “And if I do?”

“Then I’d normally be the perfect guy for the job.”

I cocked my head. A slow song started, so I moved even closer to him. He held me tight, his fist closing on my hair. “And you’re not that guy tonight?”

“I don’t want to be.” He lowered his mouth to mine, barely brushing his lips against mine. “I was trying to be good. To behave for once.”

I tugged on his hair with just enough pressure to hurt so good. “Who asked you to do that?”

“Damn, Mia.” He stared down at me, all blazing eyes and leashed sexual power. I could see it there, just waiting to be let loose. Like a caged beast or something. I wanted to set him free. “Keep playing with fire like that, and I’ll forget I was trying to be a gentleman tonight.”

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Blurb:

Desperate to keep him…

I’ve finally gotten everything I ever wanted: love, freedom, happiness, and, most importantly, Finn. Our love is everything I expected it to be and more. We’ve finally found each other, but the world seems determined to tear us apart. We thought my father was the only obstacle between us, but now it’s the military. With Finn’s departure looming, we’re squeezing in every moment together before we run out of time.

 

Trying to make every moment count…

Being Carrie’s bodyguard was one thing. Being her boyfriend is another. Every day she’s mine is a day the sun shines in my life. Yet our time together is running out. Her father will never think a tattooed Marine will be good enough, so I’ll do whatever it takes to be worthy of her love. But the road will take me away from the girl who makes me feel alive–the girl I can’t live without.

Time only gets us so far…

Happy Valentine’s Day!

 

I hope you enjoy it to it’s fullest!