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To anyone who has ever crushed on someone so hard it made them do stupid things.
God, he’s a beautiful human being. High cheekbones, a strong jaw, and a perfect complexion are just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to his Clark Kent-esque charm. He’s tall, but not too tall, and just fit enough to see the hint of muscular bulges beneath his crisp, collared shirt. He also has the algorithm for grooming balance nailed. Kempt, but not super feminine, Chase Dawson might as well be red-hot candy in human form.
I don’t even completely know how it happened other than to say…the day I met Chase Dawson was the day the earth stood still.
The explicit book I wrote about myself and my editor while he has no freaking idea he’s the protagonist is the best book he’s ever read? That’s what I was afraid of.
when you’re in charge of your destiny, everything is yours to gain or lose. The choices you make can’t scapegoat themselves on to other people, and the reality you face is one of your own making. You can fail. Or you can succeed bigger than you ever dreamed.
The emotional tug is powerful, and there’s nothing more exciting for a book lover than the feeling you get from a book you can believe.
This. This is great literature. It’s not highbrow or intellectual, but it’s an experience. It makes the reader live and breathe and cry and mourn the losses of its characters before they celebrate the victories. It touches on passion and personal poignancy. There’s a reason romance is one of the most popular genres in the world, whether snooty-falooty people want to believe it or not.
this book is worth everything I’m putting into it and then some. It’s wreck and ruin and healing all in one. It’s smart, it’s fresh, and it’s fucking captivating. But it’s also unlike anything I’ve ever read, which tells me it’s a new literary meta that will capture an audience. This is the kind of book Hollywood drools over. It’s power. It’s relatable. It’s the human condition and the kind of love story people will remember.
“She’s nice, okay? Funny.” I pick up my head from the back and meet her eyes again, shrugging. “Very funny, actually. Both in her writing and in person. And she’s…well, she’s beautiful. Big, honest, green eyes and perfect skin and teeth. Everything I know about her is pretty much…perfect.”
“Perfect. You don’t need to look any differently than you look right now.”
And even if it’s a true risk for sanity and well-being, I want Chase Dawson in my orbit pretty badly. I don’t think you write books about people you don’t want.
I…I cannot live with Chase Dawson on a motor home for three weeks. We cannot be all up in each other’s personal space like that. I cannot have to face the intoxicating smell of his cologne on a daily basis. Or witness just how blue his eyes look when he first wakes up in the morning. I wouldn’t survive it.
I really don’t think it’ll be good for my sanity to know Chase is in a shower with water dripping down his sexy body and I’m just a flimsy wall away.
Three freaking days, and then I can pretty much officially say that I’m living with the man of my fantasies turned private fan fiction turned soon-to-be published worldwide book.
When she pulls away, I’m once again enraptured by her smell and her smile and her…everything.
Do I think it’s a bad sign that I just imagined what it would be like to touch Brooke Baker—otherwise known as the most important author of my career? Or do I think she smells like soft citrus on a summer night? Or do you think that, maybe, you are far more fucked than you even realize?
Three weeks of living this closely with her—of fighting my dick’s urge to invade Brooke’s every personal moment.
I’m not that good of a liar even to myself. I read every word of Accidental Attachment as though she were River and Clive were me.
Warm, strong arms wrap around me and pull me close, and I nearly drop right into a faint right then. Chase Dawson, my ultimate crush, is comforting me physically, right now.
Brooke’s the kind of woman who’s sexy without trying. She is a refreshing—addictive-as-hell—contrast to my ex. Hell, to any woman I’ve ever been with. She doesn’t flaunt her body or flash her tits or try to make a seductive act out of anything. She’s low-key awkward most of the time, but she’s also absolutely adorable in her own skin. Her glasses frame her face and highlight her intelligence, and her wittiness has never missed a meal. I swear she can turn even the simplest thing into a pun or a joke. She is multifaceted. A mindfuck combination of all the things that turn me on and endear her
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Brooke’s smile is a million watts and a million more times worth it. When she smiles or laughs, it transforms her whole face from something interesting to something that takes the air right out of your fucking lungs. It makes sense why Netflix wanted to do the tour with her—whether she knows it or not, she’s enchanting.
I like Brooke. And if I considered my feelings for anything longer than a second, I think I might realize I like her a little too much.
“You definitely don’t look weird.” I have to blink to believe she’s real. “You look…well, you look beautiful.”
She is a magnet and I’m metal, and poof! goes all my control. I think I want to kiss her. No, you want to kiss her, no “think” to it. My lips. Her lips. It might as well be the apocalypse right now and we’re the last two people standing.
am I developing a literal crush on Brooke Baker? I know I’ve always thought she was cute and funny, and she’s obviously a brilliant writer, and my dick is kind of becoming obsessed with her lately, but that’s all just…just… Goddamn. I’m totally fucking crushing on Brooke Baker!
“You’re so comfortingly real, Brooke. And if I weren’t still fading in and out of consciousness, I’d probably kiss you right now.”
“Do me a favor?” he asks. I nod. “Take care of yourself, okay? I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”
Time slows between one moment and the next, and before another cognizant thought can enter my mind, Chase’s lips are on mine, and his fingertips press deeper into the flesh of my hips as he pulls me even tighter against him. Panic at the thought that he obviously heard me is quickly squashed by the feel of his tongue on mine. Sweet Jesus, this is…everything.
“I feel privileged just to be around you, Brooke. No one makes me smile like you do.”
when the time is right, Brooke Baker and I are going to be together in the most biblical sense of the words. And the anticipation of not knowing when it’s going to happen is the most excitement I’ve felt in years.
I haven’t craved a man’s touch the way I do Chase Dawson’s at any other singular time in my life.
One moment, I’m on the brink of unconsciousness, and the next, his lips are on mine. Chase. Dawson’s. Lips.
Her body feels so fucking perfect, I can hardly stand it. We’ve been waiting so long, fighting this so hard, that to finally be at the inevitable stage of completion almost feels like a fever dream. If I’m not careful, I’m going to miss it. I mean, I’m here, and I’m feeling, but if I let it, the adrenaline of my excitement could very well make the details hazy. And I want to remember every single second. I want this to be a core memory that I remember for the rest of life and afterlife and a million afterlives after that.
Brooke is the kind of woman who tests a man’s willpower, no matter how tough he is. Long, lithe limbs, sultry eyes, plump, pouty lips, and a body that could be on the cover of magazines are just the tip of the iceberg. Physically, she’s perfect. But she also makes it impossible to forget the rest of her—the humor, the heart, the passion.
I can say without a shadow of a doubt, this is the singular best feeling I’ve ever had in my entire life. It feels complete. It feels right. It feels…like magic.
I’ve never been more sure of one irrefutable fact. On paper and in person, Brooke Baker is matchless. And it doesn’t matter anymore whether I should be doing this or the implications. Because now, I can’t go back. I’m forever changed in ways that are irreversible.
I think about Brooke, but I’m always thinking about Brooke. The terrible thing about love is that once you fall in love with someone, you can’t force yourself to fall out of love with them. Once your heart is in it, it’s ride or die, no matter the consequences.
falling in love with her was the easiest thing I’ve ever done. She’s endeared herself to my soul. She’s imprinted herself on my heart. She encompasses all the things I want in my future. The love I feel for her isn’t a flash in the pan. It’s fucking forever, and it is very much inside me, always there, always present.
I’m in love with Brooke Baker. Her laugh, her smile, her words, both in person and on the page—she’s everything and then some.
“Sending the book was an accident,” he says softly. “But you and I? We were meant to be.” I kiss him again, letting him know with everything inside me that I agree. We are meant to be. It is as simple and as complicated as that. I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, but my most favorite mistake will always be accidentally attaching the wrong file in an email to Chase Dawson at Longstrand Publishing. Otherwise known as the man of my dreams turned man of my life. Man of my future. Man of my forever. My guy. I couldn’t have written this better if I’d tried.
