Execution (Off Balance, #2)

by Lucia Franco

Saying I drank rocket fuel wasn't the best way to describe java. "Ana's coffee," Xavier answered. "I've never met someone who drinks it the way she does—or the amount." "Why did that man call it that?" Holly asked. Just then, Avery waltzed into my room carrying a paper tray and a heavy armful of dresses in clear zippered bags. She was a blooming flower bouncing into the room. "Because her coffee can stimulate the dead," Avery volunteered with a huge grin, then quickly said hi to Hayden and Holly. "She likes her coffee like she likes her men—dark, bitter, and bold."

"Ana's coffee," Xavier answered. "I've never met someone who drinks it the way she does—or the amount." "Why did that man call it that?" Holly asked. Just then, Avery waltzed into my room carrying a paper tray and a heavy armful of dresses in clear zippered bags. She was a blooming flower bouncing into the room. "Because her coffee can stimulate the dead," Avery volunteered with a huge grin, then quickly said hi to Hayden and Holly. "She likes her coffee like she likes her men—dark, bitter, and bold."

"Regina?" "What?" she snapped, hating the nickname. "Go the fuck to sleep."

you will never get a second chance at a first impression.

Everyone's life is nothing but a façade. We all lie."

Do not feed your doubts, Ria, feed your dream. Do