Sneak Peek Excerpt
The big dose of reality
hits me when I wake up and he is sprawled, in all his muscular glory, across my
hotel bed. It takes a second for me to remember that I, uh . . . I let Mackenna
stay over?
I groan and slap my palm
against my forehead. Fuck. Why why
why does he weaken my willpower? The mattress squeaks as he shifts in bed, one
arm reaching out as he groans in his sleep and seems to search for me. I roll
away quickly and watch his hand settle on a pillow.
“Mackenna,” I say, toeing
his side with my foot. “Mackenna!” I
hiss.
He rolls around and sits
up, and thank god the covers are halfway around his waist, because if I see one
more inch of bare flesh I might explode from the heat spreading through me. I
feel myself blush even deeper when his muscles bulge as he pushes himself up
with his arms. His eyes adorably heavy, he blinks to adjust to the light, his
mouth as perfect and generous as it was yesterday. And then he looks at me.
That gaze is softer silver in the morning, not as sharp or as intimidating,
almost . . . intimate when he sees me. Glimmering playfully.
And too late, I realize why he’s fucking grinning. My T-shirt
got caught on the waistband of my panties. And he’s taking me in, in one quick
sweep. “Well, fuck, someone woke hungry this morning,” he says, his voice
bedroom sleepy as he looks at me, and I grab the pillow to cover myself.
“I’m not hungry,” I say.
“I was talking about me.
Come over here.”
“No, Mackenna! Come on. Get
out of my room already. I told you to leave!”
He grins and gets up, and I
toss the pillow and flush as I pull down my T-shirt while he heads to the
bathroom. It only takes him a minute to come out. Not enough to comb all my
fingers through the tangles in my hair. If
I were into that and cared what the asshole thought. Which I don’t.
His eyes run up the length
of my legs, continue from the hem of my T-shirt to my neck, then land on my
head. “Leave your hair, it looks all right,” he says huskily, stopping to loom
before me.
Heat flows through my body
as he looks down at me with blatant need. What is wrong with him? With us?
“Nothing’s wrong,” he
murmurs.
“I said that out loud?” I
groan.
“You’ve been . . . vocal,
all night. I like it.”
God. I dreamed. I dreamed .
. . I’m not even sure what. I dreamed about the closet again. I dreamed we were
in bed. I dreamed he tried to kiss me, and when I turned away, he set a
thousand shivery kisses up and down my neck.
The memory makes me flush
cherry red. Did that happen during the night? By the intimate way he looks at
me, I think he wanted inside me real bad. I didn’t let him, thank god. He
fingers the collar of my tee, then watches me as he slowly drags his finger up
my neck, his thumb caressing my bottom and top lip. Even though his hold is
loose and he’s not physically holding me down, I feel trapped. His gaze alone
holds me motionless.
He used to look at me with
this same proprietary gleam when he was my boyfriend. My secret boyfriend, who nobody knew about . . . except me. I guess,
in the end, my mom knew.
But while the secret
lasted, we hid in the janitor’s closet in school and made out until I could
hardly walk, my legs unsteady as I headed for class with his taste in my mouth,
the scent of his soap clinging to my clothes.
I’m fighting the urge to
smell his neck now. It’s a war to just stand here motionless, tracing every
inch of his masculine face with my eyes when I want my fingers to do the same.
The years become nothing.
The hum between us is just
like in the old days, when I was the center of his galaxy. When the girls in
school would stare longingly at him when he walked past my locker, having eyes
only for me. Sometimes, when the halls were vacant enough, he quickly leaned
over me and kissed the back of my ear and every part of my body, from my toes
up to the back of my ear. I’d grow hot, and the place between my legs would
start pulsing.
Too easily I remember
coming home and squealing.
Me—squealing.
I would play love songs,
only to replay the words he said to me and the ways he touched me. I would
shower, eat, and sleep Mackenna Jones. . . .
But deep down, my mother’s
bitterness and my father’s infidelity poisoned me. I kept all these feelings to
myself—kept them from my mother so she wouldn’t take Mackenna from me. But
because I didn’t want to lose him, because I feared it wasn’t real, I also kept
my feelings from him, and now I’m used to saying nothing. Keeping it bottled
up.
Why do I feel like I’m
about to burst now?
“Don’t, Kenna,” I say when
he uses his thumb to open my lips. He stands dangerously close—his height, his
breadth, his size, his do-me-now-woman sex appeal intimidating the hell out of
me.
He grins wickedly and
strokes a hand over my hip.
“Why not?”
“Because it’s not going to happen,” I say
breathlessly.
“Yeah, it will.” His smirk
says, It definitely will.
He pats my butt slowly, and
the familiar way he brushes his lips over mine brings my temper to a boil. Who
does he think he is? Does he think because we made out by mistake he gets to play my boyfriend? When I growl and slap his hand away, he chuckles and
heads back to the bathroom.
Soon I hear the shower, the
sound of the water slapping his delicious man-flesh. Then I hear him hum a
tune, a tune I’ve never heard before. My chest moves when I remember he used to
do that when we were teens. God, no,
stop thinking of those moments. It hurts. Truly it does. Think of the bad ones.
When he left. When he left me on my own after making me need him and believe I
couldn’t live without him.
Refusing to get all sappy
with memories, I grab my phone and think of Melanie.
She’s probably at the
office, missing the delightfully bitter morning company that is me.
I quickly text,
I kissed him
Every second I wait for her
answer, I feel worse and worse, not only about the closet incident but also
about falling asleep with him around. When I woke up, the bastard was almost
spooning me.
Melanie: What?
Me: I kissed the bastard! He spent the night. Oh god!!!!!
This is suicide!
Melanie: Why? Was he into it? You know what they say about
where there was once fire . . .
Me: He was into the kissing, into using me for his selfish
reasons and I was selfish too.
Melanie: So what’s the problem?
Me: The problem is he’s going to think he WON!
And he will. He really,
really will, because he’s so full of himself I’m surprised he fits inside this
building.
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Blurb
A ripped rock star with attitude. An ex-girlfriend with a
reckless plan.
Pandora assumed getting her
heartbroken by her bad boy ex could only happen once--until Mackenna Jones
comes back to town for the biggest concert of his career. They say girls are
getting pregnant just thinking about the Crack Bikini tour and it's destined to
be a huge hit.
Oh, it'll be a hit
alright--when Pandora comes out swinging. She and her friend Melanie are
determined to humiliate him onstage. But when they're caught by security and
her ex is summoned, Mackenna decides not to press charges if she'll join him on
tour and follow certain conditions--rules designed to give him the upper hand
and keep her in close contact with him once again. Soon, the passion they once
shared is reignited, and no matter how much Pandora wants to hate him, her hard
exterior starts to crack.
And worse: Mackenna knows it, too. But he
hasn't uncovered all her secrets...
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About the Author:
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