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Title: The First Taste
Series: Slip of the Tongue #2
Author: Jessica Hawkins
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: August 4, 2016

 

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Andrew Beckwith has already devoted his life to one girl—and as far as he’s concerned, she’s all he needs. The rough-around-the-edges bad boy left his reckless ways behind six years ago when his daughter Bell was born. To the female population’s dismay, he’s unapologetically single. When Bell’s mother walked out on them years ago, he vowed never to let another woman close enough to hurt them again.Amelia Van Ecken isn’t just another woman. She’s an independent, smart, and savvy businesswoman who doesn’t have time for sex, much less love. In the midst of a drawn-out, bitter divorce, all she wants is to bury herself in work. But when sharp-tongued Amelia and stubborn Andrew cross paths, sparks fly—and burn. Two things are obvious in an instant: they want each other, and they’re from different worlds. It’s the perfect formula for an off-the-charts one-night stand. After all, it’s not as if opposites ever attract.

 

 

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“What’re your plans tonight?”She scoffs. “It’s Friday night. What aren’t my plans? I have drinks with friends in an hour, then a late dinner, and who knows after that.”

“Cancel them.”

She gapes at me. “Cancel my plans? Why would I?”

“Come out with me. Sadie says there’s a place around here with great pizza.”

She laughs, tilting her head and exposing the smooth column of her throat. “First, I don’t eat carbs, so there’s no way you’re getting me to do anything with the promise of pizza. Second, I just told you—I don’t date.”

“And neither do I.”

“Then why are you asking me out?” she asks.

“Because despite what you may think, I am a gentleman, and it’s only good manners to buy you dinner first.”

“First?” she asks, wrinkling her nose. “What’s second?”

We stare at each other. I let her figure it out on her own. It’s rare to meet a woman like me, someone who truly has no interest in finding a partner. I’ve heard that claim from enough girls to know when they’re bullshitting me, and unless Amelia is a Grade-A con artist, she definitely isn’t looking to get serious.

When she understands, the wrinkles on her forehead ease, and she parts her lips. I answer with a knowing smile. Suggesting sex within half an hour of meeting someone might normally get me slapped, but I get the feeling Amelia appreciates a more direct approach.

“I don’t date,” I say, “but I’m still a man with eyes.”

She makes no secret of looking me up and down. “You’re not my type either,” she warns. “I like men who carry a briefcase and see a barber regularly.”

I run my hand through my black hair, which I know is too long. “How’s that working out for you?”

She narrows her eyes. “Fine. Perfect.”

“I have some tattoos too,” I say. “And ride a motorcycle. Since that’s normally how I get most girls, I suppose those are turn-offs for you.”

“They are,” she says immediately, straightening her shoulders. “I’ve never understood the appeal of a bad boy.”

“Then tonight, we’re a match made in heaven, aren’t we? It shouldn’t be hard for either of us to say goodbye afterward.”

She bats her eyelashes a few times, not because she’s flirting but because she’s thinking. Considering. Which means it’s basically a done deal. I’ve never gotten this far with a girl only to have her walk away. “Why even bother with dinner?” she asks.

I take a moment to study her, her shoulder-length, perfectly coifed blonde hair. Her defined red lips that look like a heart when pursed, which is often. Yeah, based on the fact that I’m noticing details—something I try not to do anymore—I know I’m feeling her tonight. Most guys would jump at the opportunity to skip the small talk, but that doesn’t really appeal to me. I like women, always have. Just because Shana fucked me in the head doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate them. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to spend time around them—just so long’s it’s surface stuff.

I don’t want to scare her off by suggesting I might want to have a conversation with her, so I just shrug. “Because I’m starving.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Indulge me then. I need my energy.”

“For what?” she asks.

I arch an eyebrow at her. I’ll definitely need my energy for a night with her.

She reads my expression and her cheeks redden. “Oh.”
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Jessica Hawkins grew up between the purple mountains and under the endless sun of Palm Springs, California. She studied international business at Arizona State University and has also lived in Costa Rica and New York City. To her, the most intriguing fiction is forbidden, and that’s what you’ll find in her stories. Currently, she resides wherever her head lands, which is often the unexpected (but warm) keyboard of her trusty MacBook.

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Title: The Effects of Falling
Series: The Weight of Rain Duet #2
Author: Mariah Dietz
Release Date: Aug 2, 2016

I have loved my best friend for eleven years. 

Eleven years of celebrations.

Eleven years of victories and losses.

Eleven years of inside jokes and shared smiles.

Eleven years of helping him raise his daughter as a single father.

He smiles at me and my world brightens.

He ignores me and I forget how to function.

He holds my hand and takes more of my heart.

He leaves and time stops.

We have both lost too much, but am I willing to risk the effects of falling again?

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One night changed my life-one that I barely remember.
When I close my eyes, my mind paints a picture of his smile and shades the contours of his hands, the deep scar around his bicep.
I’m an artist, yet my hands are unsteady. With his presence, he has unknowingly broken that something inside of me that makes me who I am.
Being around him is like standing in a rainstorm. First the drops tickle my skin, and then they coat me, refusing to be ignored. Finally, they soak into me, reaching parts of me I don’t think anyone has ever touched.
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Series: The Weight of Rain Duet #1
Author: Mariah Dietz
Release Date: Oct 27, 2015

One night changed my life—one that I barely remember. 

When I close my eyes, my mind paints a picture of his smile and shades the contours of his hands, the deep scar around his bicep.

I’m an artist, yet my hands are unsteady. With his presence, he has unknowingly broken that something inside of me that makes me who I am.

Being around him is like standing in a rainstorm. First the drops tickle my skin, and then they coat me, refusing to be ignored. Finally, they soak into me, reaching parts of me I don’t think anyone has ever touched.

When dreams turn into reality, will the picture in my mind transfer to paper?

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I have loved my best friend for eleven years. 

Eleven years of celebrations.

Eleven years of victories and losses.

Eleven years of inside jokes and shared smiles.

Eleven years of helping him raise his daughter as a single father.

He smiles at me and my world brightens.

He ignores me and I forget how to function.

He holds my hand and takes more of my heart.

He leaves and time stops.

We have both lost too much, but am I willing to risk the effects of falling again?

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Title: The Effects of Falling
Series: The Weight of Rain Duet #2
Author: Mariah Dietz
Release Date: Aug 2, 2016

I have loved my best friend for eleven years. 

Eleven years of celebrations.

Eleven years of victories and losses.

Eleven years of inside jokes and shared smiles.

Eleven years of helping him raise his daughter as a single father.

He smiles at me and my world brightens.

He ignores me and I forget how to function.

He holds my hand and takes more of my heart.

He leaves and time stops.

We have both lost too much, but am I willing to risk the effects of falling again?

Mariah Dietz lives in Eastern Washington with her husband and two sons that are the axis of her crazy and wonderful world.
Mariah grew up in a tiny town outside of Portland, Oregon where she spent the majority of her time immersed in the pages of books that she both read and created.
She has a love for all things that include her sons, good coffee, books, travel, and dark chocolate. She also has a deep passion for the stories she writes, and hopes readers enjoy the journeys she takes them on, as much as she loves creating them.

 

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Title: The First Taste
Series: Slip of the Tongue #2
Author: Jessica Hawkins
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Okay Creations
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 Release Date: August 4, 2016

 

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Andrew Beckwith has already devoted his life to one girl—and as far as he’s concerned, she’s all he needs. The rough-around-the-edges bad boy left his reckless ways behind six years ago when his daughter Bell was born. To the female population’s dismay, he’s unapologetically single. When Bell’s mother walked out on them years ago, he vowed never to let another woman close enough to hurt them again.Amelia Van Ecken isn’t just another woman. She’s an independent, smart, and savvy businesswoman who doesn’t have time for sex, much less love. In the midst of a drawn-out, bitter divorce, all she wants is to bury herself in work. But when sharp-tongued Amelia and stubborn Andrew cross paths, sparks fly—and burn. Two things are obvious in an instant: they want each other, and they’re from different worlds. It’s the perfect formula for an off-the-charts one-night stand. After all, it’s not as if opposites ever attract.

 

 

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Jessica Hawkins grew up between the purple mountains and under the endless sun of Palm Springs, California. She studied international business at Arizona State University and has also lived in Costa Rica and New York City. To her, the most intriguing fiction is forbidden, and that’s what you’ll find in her stories. Currently, she resides wherever her head lands, which is often the unexpected (but warm) keyboard of her trusty MacBook.

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ACCEPTANCE (Club X #5)

Life after Club X has been good for the three brothers who used to run Tampa’s most exclusive fantasy club. Cassian and Kane run one of the city’s up and coming restaurants, CK, and Stefan has his own successful bar in the old Club X building.

Two marriages, three kids, and three happy couples make up one big happy family.

But there’s another son of Cassian March III out there, another illegitimate child who never knew his father. The three brothers don’t agree that they should find him, and even more importantly, what they don’t know about Sebastian could risk everything they cherish so dearly.

 

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A resident of Scranton, PA. K.M. Scott is a New York Times and USA Today Bestseller of contemporary romance stories. A writer for all her life, she finally decided to take the plunge and seek publication in 2011. Under her Gabrielle Bisset pseudonym, she writes erotic paranormal and historical romance, but in 2013 she decided to branch off into contemporary romance.

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Title: The Final Chase (Final Love #2)

Author: Jessica Florence

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: June 21, 2016

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I never thought a wallaby, Henley shirts, and a horse’s rectal exam would have anything in common.
Turns out they did.
Jake Wild. Owner of Wild rescue for exotic animals.
He’s everything I’m not, my polar opposite.
I’m heels and my salon,
He’s dirt and his creatures.
But much like the animals he cares for, he’s got that carnal edge
He’s the type of man you crawl on your hands and knees for with your ass up in the air.
He bites, he’s on the hunt, and now I’m his prey
A chance meeting and a bet started the undeniable attraction between us.
But I’m not giving my heart and soul away that easy, he’s going to have to catch me first.
It’s the ultimate game of cat and mouse,
But will it be the Final Chase?

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“OH, HELL NO!” I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing.

In the first second, time seemed to slow. I saw sexy brown hair, a trimmed beard running along a chiseled jaw, and perfect lips. Oh, and one of the hottest bods I had ever laid eyes on. He was lean, but had big muscles bulging from his arms.

In the next second, that is where everything went wrong. Those bulging muscles in his arms? Well one of those arms was elbow-deep in a horse’s ass.

Ass.

Yep, a horse’s ass.

Eyes of both gentlemen turned towards me.

“Why do you have your whole arm up a horse’s ass?” My injury was forgotten. I couldn’t understand what I was seeing.

“We are doing a rectal exam to see if the lady is in the family way,” said the older man, who was not fisting a horse. I didn’t speak. I was still in what the hell mode.

“We can feel the uterus this way and determine size and hardness to see if she is indeed pregnant.” He tried again. I understood him this time, but still wanted to take a Lysol dip after seeing that. Tearing my eyes away from the horse’s backside, I looked at the men.

“I’m looking for Jake. The wallaby bit me and I need a first aid kit.” They stared at me.

“Please,” I added for sincerity. The one man pulled his arm out of the horse. Thank God he was wearing a very long glove. But still. Ewe.

“I’m Jake. Head into the lodge and I’ll be there in a minute. The back door is open.”
Back door jokes flooded my brain after what I had just seen, but I held them back. Didn’t need to make this moment any more awkward than it already was.

 

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Writer of Surviving Valentine. The of The Heart trilogy, Evergreen,Lights of Scotland Series, and The Final Love series.
When she’s not writing her next invigorating story. You can find her running her own business, and spending time with her husband and daughter in southwest Florida.
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bitchy brunette with sarcastic wit and a deadly right hook, his carefully
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Hardened with a short fuse, her past has left her emotionally unavailable. That
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“Are you ready to get your
ass kicked?” she asked over her shoulder with a grin.
She pulled her shirt over
her head, revealing a black tank, and I had to swallow past the desire that
rushed through me. She looked so fucking hot in only her boots, jeans, and a
tiny tank. She obviously wasn’t wearing a bra, but with tits like hers, she didn’t have to.
My mind went back to the
moment she was on stage in only her black sports bra. She was soaked. She was
sexy. And for the first time in a couple of days, my cock grew hard.
“Let’s see what you got.”
I stood to the side as
she sat behind my set. I didn’t usually let anyone play my drums, but I trusted
Hope with my babies. I’d watched her play. I knew she knew what she was doing,
and I also knew she respected her own set and would do the same with mine.
She spun the sticks
between her fingers, her glassy eyes all over me as she lifted a brow in challenge.
And then she brought the
sticks down and beat out a fresh rhythm I’d never heard before. It was fast
paced and strong, the percussion shaking the stage as she went crazy hitting
any and every spot on my set yet still somehow making it sound amazing.
Her head fell back, and she closed her eyes as she continued
to play, beating the drums unmercifully and turning me on beyond belief. Her
arms moved, the small feminine muscles popping out with her movements, making
the tattoos on her arms come to life.
I couldn’t do this with Hope.
I couldn’t let myself get into her. She was turning me on more than any woman
had in years. Not since my Blackbird five years earlier. 
Women were a dime a dozen
in my job. Hell, they were waiting just outside the venue ready and willing to
let me fuck them senseless, but I was moving past that bullshit. After
everything I’d been through since we started the tour, I needed relief. But I
didn’t want it from just anyone.
The more I watched Hope
play my drums, her arms flying and her eyes closed in ecstasy—the realization came crashing over me.
I wanted Hope. 
I wanted Hope the way I’d
wanted Blackbird for the last five years.
Watching her only
intensified my craving for her.
I wasn’t sure I could
control myself. I was feeling better, my painkiller finally doing its job, and
my head wasn’t being ripped apart. I could think about more than the pain for
once. I could think about Hope and how amazing she’d feel wrapped around me.
Wet.
Hot.
Ready.
Moving from my spot, I
moved toward her. Her rhythm moved through me, vibrating my core and making me
feel even more alive. I didn’t stop until I was standing right beside her. She
kept her eyes closed; playing with so much beauty
it was breathtaking.
I reached out and took a
strand of her hair between my fingers, and the colors blended together when I
rubbed my fingers together. Her playing came to an instant halt, and I smirked
down at her when her eyes popped open,
and one of her sticks fell to the ground at my feet.
Sweat dotted the top of
her lip, and her cheeks were flushed with pleasure. Her expression was one of
happiness and release, and I knew playing did that for her. It did the same for
me, but I wanted to give her that look. I wanted to do it with my hands and my
mouth … my cock.
I moved closer, taking
her cheeks in my palms and spending a minute looking at her. I didn’t want it
to be like the last time I felt this way. Unlike with my Blackbird, I took the
time to remember everything about Hope.
I wanted to look at her face.
I wanted to look into her eyes and see
her when she came apart. It was going to be amazing. She was going to be
amazing. We were going to be a match sexually. But before anything could go
down between us, we would have to talk about it. I wanted to make sure she
understood it would be a one-time thing.
Before I moved in, I
wanted to be sure that this wouldn’t affect the tour.
“What are you doing?” she
asked.
I didn’t miss the catch
in her voice.
“I don’t know.”
And I didn’t. I didn’t
know where this was going or what I was doing. My body was taking control of
the situation, and I was letting it
happen.
I wasn’t much for
kissing. I’d probably kissed a handful of women in my time, but Hope’s pouty
lips called to me. She was begging me to kiss her without even opening her
mouth.
I leaned down, ready to
taste her, but she placed her palm against my chest and stopped me.
“Wait,” she whispered.
I shook my head. “No, I
suck at waiting.”
So I kissed her.
Hard.
She tasted like the
night—liquor and sweetness with a touch of sin. It was wrong to taste her, but
I’d never been one to follow the rules. All the boundaries I’d set forth in regards to Hope were being
crossed, but when she began to kiss me back, her tongue moving against mine, I
didn’t give a fuck about any limitations.
Her mouth opened, and I sucked her tongue into my mouth. Her
moan vibrated through me and shot straight to my groin.
I felt her pull back, so
I pressed for more, capturing her head in my hands and kissing her so deeply
that I was losing myself.
My head wasn’t pounding
anymore, but my heart was. It was beating so hard I could hear it in my ears.
My blood moved through my body like a freight train, the horns whistling loudly
in my ears. I hadn’t felt this kind of excitement for a woman in years. Not
since my Blackbird.
I couldn’t stop.
I wanted more.

 

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Author: Elena M. Reyes

Genre: Erotic Romance

Release Date: June 27Goodreads

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Success brought fame.

With fame came money.

And money brought every single whore to worship at his feet.

Chester Green has it all living the coveted life as rock’s hottest front man—traveling, partying, and in every city, burying himself between the thighs of a groupie or two. He gorged on the perks for more than a decade until life became dull, and the taste of a woman became bland on his tongue. Nothing excited him. Nothing, until the day life literally crashed into him.

Arianna Garcia is tough, fiery, and doesn’t back down or fall sway to his charms. She isn’t a groupie, making the hunt so much harder and the rewards so much sweeter. His money and fame mean nothing to her.

All he wanted was to relax and release some pent up tension.

Now all he wants is her.

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Bodies grind—pulsed around me while I walked through the dance floor. Sexual tension dominated, fucking controlled the inebriated patrons while they danced to the latest club anthem pumping through its speakers. An erotic tango used to entice their partners. To forget responsibility and follow the member of the opposite sex home.

My heart raced the farther we walked in.

She was here.

I felt it with every fiber of my fucked-up being that inside these walls, a room bursting with people living and laughing, she was here without me.

Without me. Those words burned as I swallowed back my ire and pain.

We had it all at one point. The way our lives meshed seamlessly; the way our hearts recognized in the other that one missing piece. We were happy and in love, until I lost sight of what was important. Until it was too late to right the wrong she’d suffered at the hands of someone I trusted.

Fooled me.

Because of my blindness she walked away from me—from us.

Making my way through the club, I tried to avoid the flirtatious hands that recognized me. Heard the shit they whispered:

“Holy fuck is that…”

“That’s one man I love to bend over for.”

“Heard his cock was huge…I’d let him break me for just a taste.”

Vapid women that saw me as nothing more than a fun night: the rock legend that screwed anything with a pair of tits. The same asshole that, come morning, would disappear.

A fantasy.

Whispers surrounded me, made me uncomfortable. Last thing I wanted to do at the moment was play the persona I was on stage. Fuck them. Let me fucking breathe.

“Hey, handsome.” An overdone redhead blocked my path, her hand splayed over my pecs to stop me from moving forward. “Can I have your autograph?” she purred, the sound anything but sexy. Forced. A practiced maneuver she’d more than likely used to land herself a dick for the night.

“Sure,” I hissed out through a fake smile. “Do you have something for me to sign?”

“Here.” She giggled while handing me a small Bic pen, and I cringed. That sound was nothing like my girl’s soft laugh. Without an ounce of shame, she lowered her top to reveal her bare right breast. Right there, in the middle of that club for everyone to see.

“No.” Didn’t even try to hide the disgust in my tone.

“Please…” she batted her lashes “…I’ll even let you feel me up.”

At this, a genuine smirk bloomed. “Well…”

“What the fuck, Chester!” Ashley, cock-blocker extraordinaire, snapped. My would-be best friend was useful at times, I’d give her that.

“Sorry.” I grimaced, trying like hell to look genuine in my apology. “But you heard the lady. No can do.”

Before the redhead could respond or give Ashley shit, I walked off and toward the upstairs roped-off section. The VIP section of the Garcia’s club, Deseo, had been cleared and secured for the famous band wanting to let loose at their fine establishment. Would she still be as generous and accommodating if she’d known that the celebrity sitting on her plush leather seats was to be me? The same asshole who’d broken her heart, but after begging her parents, convinced them to help him one final time.

Provided them the proof needed; the lengths I’d gone to get my woman back. As of yesterday at nine a.m. the media knew everything.

A man who loved his female blindly, but let himself become manipulated by the industry. On the bullshit demands to always be someone I wasn’t. All I wanted was to enjoy her. Savor the newness of our relationship without the weight of the world—of my fame—pressing us down.

I’m sorry. Sorrier than she would ever know.

There, at the top, I stood and surveyed the room below while the boys ordered drinks.

The harsh bass and provocative rhythms encased the room, lulled everyone within these walls into a hyperactive sense of want. Lust. Sex.

My eyes scanned the room, desperate to see her. So fucking desperate, in fact, that I’d lowered myself—my pride—and stalked her best friend without relenting. Drove her up a wall until she told me where I could find my girl.

I only had tonight. Leaving, she was taking a small vacation to regroup. Escape from the memories that haunted her as much as they did me.

Did she know that I relived our memories? How I meant every single fucking word I’d said.

“This place is sick,” Ashley complimented the new hot spot I’d reserved for the tonight as she sidled up next to me. “Have you come here before?” Her tone held amusement, something that boiled my blood.

Flexing my hands, I breathed in deep through my nose before answering her. “The owner is a close friend. Amazing person.” She’d done enough to put me in this situation. I wasn’t about to let her off easily. Funny, Ashley sure as hell wouldn’t be sitting here looking so smug if she knew the real reason I’d brought her here.

With furrowed brows, she eyed me shrewdly. “He or she?”

My answer? I raised a brow and turned my attention back toward the dance floor, trying like hell to find her. Those curves I’d memorized while I enjoyed her body. To catch a flash of the soft, light brown hair I loved to wrap around my fist while I dominated her much smaller form.

My girl wouldn’t be made to feel second to no one. Fuck and no.

A song she loved came on, and I chuckled low. “Of course.” How many times had I complained about her love of pop music? Now, I’d give my fucking soul just to hear her sing once more, off key and all.

“Did you say something?” Ashley asked between sips of her drink. I ignored her and continued my search.

“Hey, C., isn’t that Ari down there?” Rick yelled over the music, and every head in our group turned. My eyes zeroed in on her, and my chest constricted. From head to toe, I categorized every fucking inch of her body. Admired the way the low-cut, black-halter dress she wore accentuated her every curve.

“Fuck,” Cris hissed out, and for a fraction of a second, I turned his way. Was enough for me to see the way his vision hardened. How he followed with great interest the direction my girl was in. “I think we should leave.”

His words were harsh, but just below the surface there was also a small tinge of worry.

And so I turned. Like a perverse masochist, I watched as Arianna was led onto the dance floor by some unworthy asshole. How he spoke into her ear. How she threw her head back, laughing at something he’d said.

There was no other way to describe the sounds that emitted from the back of my throat. Loud. Angry. Hurt. An agonized growl that caused the two strangers a few steps away from me to move back a bit.

“Motherfucker’s dead.” Muscles coiled tight, I took in a few deep breaths while a red haze overflowed my vision. Nothing good would come out of me flying over to them in a bout of rage. She’d never forgive me.

“Chester,” Ashley cooed while placing her hand on my chest—a touch meant to calm and sooth the angry beast within me. It had the opposite effect.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” I snapped, the storm of emotions brewing within causing me to lash out. Anger spiking, I threw her hand roughly off my chest. It’s because of her bullshit that I was in this mess.

She moved back a bit, a look of fear in her eyes. Not that it lasted long; bitch was persistent and leaned in again. “Cheetos,” she hummed, and I bristled at the childhood name. “Don’t be mad, baby. She’s moved on…look.” Her hand pulled my face to look toward them. “Ari—” Ashley trailed off when I turned my glare on her for a brief moment.

Enough to shut her the fuck up, and then I turned to watch the woman I had lost in the arms of another.

The jackass dancing with my girl pulled her in close as a slow song began. Her smile, sweet and innocent, was blinding. A woman who seemed to be enjoying herself, but they didn’t know her as I did.

Those emerald green eyes gave her away.

I rushed toward her before my boys could stop me.

Heard the yells of my name.

Ashley screamed for me not to do this.

It was too late.

Enough of this shit.

No more waiting.

Arianna Garcia was fucked.

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Elena

Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would.
As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.
Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn’t until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.

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