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351 pages, Paperback
First published August 3, 2017
Maybe I couldn’t get you out of my head because you’re supposed to be there. ”
It was the most decadent, erotic, beautiful feeling in the world as Caine eased inside. So many emotions overwhelmed me. My eyes welled up as the music hit its crescendo and Caine buried himself deep— filling me in so many ways. I’d been on the edge of glory for so long, it didn’t take long for the throb inside of me to start. His thrusts were hard, driving in and out with powerful movements that brushed my clit on each downward glide. My world began to splinter as I headed toward climax, everything and anything falling away as my sole focus became the two of us— this moment. ”
Vi Keeland



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“We all make mistakes. Life doesn’t come with instructions. Someone who loves you will forgive you for them. But when you hide them or lie about them, they’re no longer mistakes—they’re decisions.”

I put the phone away and felt eyes on me as I patiently waited, but frowning uses more facial muscles than smiling, and this jerk wasn’t worth a wrinkle.
I couldn’t help myself. I was, after all, feisty. “You’re really an asshole, you know that?” Caine froze, buttoning his shirt. “I believe you’ve told me that before, so yes, I’m aware I’m really an asshole. What I’m surprised about, though, is that you don’t seem to be as aware of it as I am, yet you’re the one who likes to remind me of my asshole status.”

But in the long run, it’s better to hurt someone with the truth than make them happy with lies. Because she can make the decision to move on with the truth. Lies keep you stuck in place.

“You've always had my heart, and I don't ever want it back.”


“This feels… right.”
His eyes searched mine. “It does. As much as I fought it, and it’s against every rule at work, nothing’s felt this right in a long time. Maybe I couldn’t get you out of my head because you were supposed to be there.”
The first time I met Caine West was in a bar.
He noticed me looking his way and mistakenly read my scowling as checking him out.
When he attempted to talk to me, I set him straight—telling him what I thought of his lying, cheating, egomaniacal ass.
You see, the gorgeous jerk had wined and dined my best friend--smooth talking her into his bed, all along failing to mention that he was married.
He deserved every bit of my tongue-lashing and more for what he'd done.
Especially when that lazy smile graced his perfect face in response to my rant.
Only it turned out, the man I'd just told off wasn't the right guy.
Oops. My mistake.
Embarrassed, I slunk out without an apology.
I was never going to see the handsome stranger again anyway, right?
That’s what I thought…until I walked into class the next morning.
Well, hello Professor West, I’m your new teaching assistant.
I’ll be working under you…figuratively speaking.
Although the literal interpretation might not be such a bad thing—working under Professor West.
This was going to be interesting…
“You didn’t answer my question. How old are you?”
“Old enough to be your professor.”
… “So, what? About sixty then?”
“I’m thirty-two, wiseass. Are you happy?”
I smiled. “I am, actually.”
He slipped his glasses back on and returned to the menu.
I leaned in. “You don’t look a day over thirty-one.”
He shook his head and continued reading, but I caught the corner of his lip twitch.
When I looked up, he was staring at me. “Christ. Are you trying to get me fired?”
“What?”
His eyes moved back and forth between mine. “You really have no goddamn clue, do you?”
“Don’t ask for something you don’t want. I’m warming you.” He took a step closer, invading my personal space.
His pupils were dilated, and he looked angry as hell, but there was something lurking just beneath his dark gaze — desire.
I tilted my head coyly and leaned in. “Who says I don’t want it?”
“Do you have any scars?”
“No visible ones,” he said. “Although the invisible scars are the hardest to heal.”
Fuck!
FUUUUCK!
… I closed my eyes and let my head spin some more.
How do I find out?
How do I find out?
He read my goofy smile. “What?”
“This feels… right.”
His eyes searched mine. “It does. As much as I fought it, and it’s against every rule at work, nothing’s felt this right in a long time. Maybe I couldn’t get you out of my head because you were supposed to be there.”


“It was him.
Holy shit.
It was really him.
Screwed.
I was royally screwed.”


“He shook his head and continued reading, but I caught the corner of his lip twitch. Why did I love that lip twitch? It felt like a little reward of some sort.”
“You’re that song. I don’t know any of the words, but the tune is so damn familiar.”
“The connection between us had been there from our first meeting—a spark we could step on a try to extinguish or blow on to fan the flame.”





“That’s the thing about true love—we never see the beginning or the end.”
“We all make mistakes. Life doesn’t come with instructions. Someone who loves you will forgive you for them. But when you hide them or lie about them, they’re no longer mistakes—they’re decisions.”
“Sometimes we forge our own path. Sometimes the path is created for us, and we can only follow.”
“God, forget peanut butter and jelly. There is no better combination than a dirty mouth and sexy suit.”




“The music blared.
The only thing I could see was blackness.
But God, could I feel.”









