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chance. When he receives an instant lottery ticket, he never expects to win a dime, much less
walk away with the grand prize.
Collette Russo is no stranger to hardship. Loss has taught her valuable lessons in grace and
modesty, traits Ryan can’t help but notice on the winner’s cruise. Collette is the only other
passenger not obsessed with material things, and their mutual humility sparks an attraction
neither of them anticipates.
As good fortune continues to favor Ryan, his relationship with Collette turns into a romance
filled with affection and laughter, and his career begins to take off. Yet when his loyalty is
tested, an old friendship turns sour.
Ryan chalks it up to greed and arrogance and finds comfort in Collette’s experience with both.
But an unthinkable event reveals that nothing is as simple as it seems. Envy and greed threaten
to ruin everything.
Has Ryan’s luck finally run out? Can he take back control? Will Collette stand by him in the
aftermath?
Only time will tell if love is worth more than money.

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The New York Times bestselling Driven series continues with a story about finding love where you least expect it…
Behind the wheel, racing champion Zander Donavan is at the top of his game. But after too much excess in his personal life, he’s forced to step away. He needs to accomplish something all on his own—outside of his famous father, Colton Donavan’s, shadow.
Getty Caster is running away from the abuse that clouds her past. She thinks she’s found the perfect escape—until she discovers a stranger in the beachside cottage she’d been promised. He’s undeniably sexy, but she’s there to heal. Alone.
Before long though, fighting with each other turns into fighting their attraction. And giving into desire sets off a chain reaction that has their pasts colliding. With an unexpected love on the line, can they overcome the fallout to build a future?
“You don’t know anything about me.” My voice is slight but strong, my need to assert myself front and center despite his calling me on the carpet.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Socks. I might not know where you’re from or why I ruffled your feathers today, but I know you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. Whatever it is that you ran from back home, you did it. You got out and are making it on your own. That takes guts and you deserve mad props for that. I know you like things messy and are goddamn cute when you’re tipsy. I know you’re stubborn as hell and gorgeous as fuck. And that your kiss tastes like an aged whiskey: something I want to sip slowly, feel on my lips, savor on my tongue, and take my time with before I get drunk on it.” With a lift of his eyebrows and a nod of his head, he walks past me, leaving me with my mouth agape and eyes wide.
I can’t move. Just stand staring at the door in front of me as I try to process what he just said, what he meant by it, and yet there’s no use because we just had a whole one-sided conversation and that need to banter with him is gone. Lost to the tingling in my lower belly and the wild spinning of my thoughts.
“Oh, and, Getty?” Zander calls out to me from the kitchen, refusing to continue until I turn to face him, standing there unabashedly shirtless. “If you ever call me pretty again, we’re gonna have a real problem. I guarantee you there is nothing pretty about me.”
I almost smile at the fact that out of all of the crappy things I said to him, that is the one that bugged him the most.
“You are kind of pretty, though,” I murmur, unable to resist goading him further, needing to try to get us back on an even playing field. Because hell if right now I don’t feel like I’m on the low end of the teeter-totter.
His immediate response? A snort to signify that his chiseled abs and the tall, dark, and handsome thing he’s got going on are nothing more than average.
“Last warning, Socks.” His eyes flash with mirth. And what looks like desire.
An unexpected part of me—the one who usually hides and doesn’t ever take a chance—wants to say it again. Just to see what he’d do if I did.
“So damn pretty.” I don’t know who’s more shocked at my comment, him or me, but we stand there for a moment, gazes locked, unspoken words warring across the distance between us.
He walks toward me with a predatory gleam in his eyes and a salacious smirk on his lips that catches me off guard. “I know I said you were brave, Getty, but now you’re just playing with matches.”
I draw in a long inhale as he steps right in front of me. I can’t look at him. My nerve is suddenly gone. Outside, rain pelts the roof. The constant drip into the bucket in the hallway serves as a metronome to this anticipatory silence we are dancing in. The goose bumps on his chest are the only thing I can focus on.
When his thumb and forefinger direct my chin up so I’m forced to meet his eyes, every part of me hums from his touch. From the want of something I don’t quite understand myself and couldn’t ever put into words. Our eyes meet—his intense, mine searching for answers that aren’t his to give—before his gaze flicks down to my mouth and then back up again.
“Not yet, Getty.” He closes his eyes for a beat, and I see what I think is restraint reflected in his grimace, before a ghost of a smile spreads on his lips. “I don’t think you’re ready to light this fire just yet.”
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She’s a mixture of most of her female characters: sassy, intelligent, stubborn, reserved, outgoing, driven, emotional, strong, and wears her heart on her sleeve. All of which she displays daily with her husband and three children where they live in Southern California.
On a whim, K. Bromberg decided to try her hand at this writing thing. Since then she has written The Driven Series (Driven, Fueled, Crashed, Raced, Aced), the standalone Driven Novels (Slow Burn, Sweet Ache, Hard Beat, and Down Shift (Releasing 10/4/16)), and a short story titled UnRaveled. She is currently finishing up Sweet Cheeks a standalone novel out at the end of 2016.
Her plans for 2017 include a sports romance duet (The Player (#1) and The Catch (#2)) and the Everyday Heroes series (Cuffed (#1), Combust (#2), and Cockpit (#3). She’s also writing a novella for the 1,001 Dark Night series that will be out in February 2017.
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Sydney Paige was never so mortified to hear the words “wrong number” in her life. She meant to tell off the guy who broke her best friend’s heart, but unleashed her anger on a perfect stranger instead. And now her world is turned upside down by the captivating man who wants to keep her on the line.
Brian Savage is living a life he’s quickly come to hate-until Sydney’s wild rant has him hooked and hungry for more. Soon the sexy woman on the phone becomes the lover in his bed. But Brian has secrets, and the closer he lets Syd get, the harder it is to shield her from the devastating mistakes of his past . . .
The sun burned across a cloudless sky. I felt the intensity of it bake into the skin of my bare shoulders.
Waves crashed against the shore, some carrying surfers with them in the distance. A few feet ahead of me, a small child kicked a sand castle and giggled with his father.
I sat down on a step and slipped my sandals off.
The sand was warm underneath my feet as I dug my toes into it, staring out at the world in front of me. I rubbed a shell between my fingers as I watched a couple walk hand-in-hand toward the pier.
They looked happy. I tried to remember the last time Marcus held my hand, or even reached for it.
My chest burned when I couldn’t conjure up an image in my mind.
I looked down at the faint line marking my left ring finger. The token I was left with now that I no longer wore my ring. It was subtle, thanks to my naturally pale skin, but to me it stood out like embers glowing in the dark.
I hated it. I didn’t need a reminder of how I’d failed as a wife. Or how Marcus stopped seeing me as one.
Maybe I could coat my entire hand in sunblock except for that thin strip. Burn the memory away.
The idea seemed promising enough to consider.
From my back pocket, my cell beeped with an incoming message.
I wiped the tear from my cheek as I stood and palmed my phone, expecting to see Tori’s name lit up on my screen.
I froze on the step, my free hand on the railing as I stared curiously at the message and the number it was sent from.
Wild Girl. Eaten any innocent men alive today yet?
My lip twitched, the hint of a smile.
I sat back down, reading the message a second time as I remembered my conversation with this stranger yesterday.
My accidental verbal beat-down.
Jesus. I really let him have it.
I couldn’t think of the last time I was that embarrassed.
I told the guy to remove a dildo from his mouth, for Christ sakes.
All in all, whoever this was seemed to be a good sport about it. He could’ve laid into me and cussed me out. Made me feel even more like a complete shit for dialing the wrong number and not confirming the identity of my intended victim before I tore into him like he owed me money.
He was more than decent about the whole thing. Easily forgiving.
And now he was messaging me out of nowhere and striking up conversation.
Wild.
He wanted to talk to me.
Huh.
I tapped my thumb on the edge of the phone case, then hovered over the letters of my keypad as I stared at the message.
Did I even want to talk to this guy anymore? Wasn’t this weird? We didn’t know each other. Our encounter was a mistake. A one-time mishap, never to be repeated.
Right?
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It wasn’t our quiet nights by the creek or stolen kisses surrounded by a sea of cotton that saved me.
It was her.
She was my comfort when life threw one ugly tragedy after another at me.
Until she dealt me the greatest blow.
Now, abandonment, betrayal, and death darken every corner of my life. Anger and hurt burn bright where love and trust once lived.
But, now, she’s back. Sure, she’s changed, but I see through it—straight to her heart.
Amie Knight has been a reader for as long as she could remember and a romance lover since she could get her hands on her momma’s books. A dedicated wife and mother with a love of music and makeup, you will never see her leave the house without her eyebrows and eyelashes done just right. When she isn’t reading and writing you can catch her jamming out in the car with her two kids to 90’s R&B, Country and Showtunes. Amie draws inspiration from her childhood in Columbia, South Carolina and can’t imagine living anywhere other than the South.
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Sydney Paige was never so mortified to hear the words “wrong number” in her life. She meant to tell off the guy who broke her best friend’s heart, but unleashed her anger on a perfect stranger instead. And now her world is turned upside down by the captivating man who wants to keep her on the line.
Brian Savage is living a life he’s quickly come to hate-until Sydney’s wild rant has him hooked and hungry for more. Soon the sexy woman on the phone becomes the lover in his bed. But Brian has secrets, and the closer he lets Syd get, the harder it is to shield her from the devastating mistakes of his past . . .
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ONE STORY. TWO COUPLES.
The Retrieval Duet by Aly Martinez is a two part series.
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One story. Two couples.
I fell in love with a man who didn’t exist.
What started out as romance ended in hell.
His words turned to razor blades.
His kisses converted to fists.
His embrace became my cage.
His body transformed into a weapon, stealing parts of me until ultimately….
I broke.
I hated him.
My sole job in life became to protect our daughter.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever escape the prison he’d skillfully crafted from my fears.
Until the day our savior arrived.
This is the story of how I escaped the man who thought he owned me.
The transfer of my life and my family.
Let me start this review by saying that if you reading this and you haven’t read Retrieval, the first book in this breathtakingly emotional and unforgettably intense duet, then you should not be reading this review. Like at all…So do not pass go, do not collect your two hundred dollars, and do not read this review until you have read and felt and lived and breathed every single word of Retrieval.
Okay? Okay.
I’m glad we go that out of the way. And really, you just can’t not read Retrieval. That book is everything, and how it leads into Transfer will give you chills, will steal the breath from your body, and will have you feeling every single emotion possible as you prepare to experience the consuming and unforgettable story that is Transfer.
Now let me tell you, to say that I needed this book like I needed my next breath, is putting it way too mildly. After the ending of Retrieval literally had me begging for more, I was beyond ready to see get back into this world with both of these couples. I needed to know what this next chapter would bring them, I needed to know what intense twist and emotional turn that next page would bring, and I needed to know how Aly Martinez would bring this unforgettable duet to a close.
I went into this book knowing that I would feel every word of it. I went into it all heart first knowing that Clare’s story and her emotional journey of escape would make me feel it all, that it would consume me within her struggles, and that it would pull at every ounce of emotion I had as she attempted to escape the hell that was her life. I went into this book knowing it would probably hurt my heart, and expecting it to send those feelings rushing through me like Niagara Falls because this is a book by Aly Martinez, and you just don’t read a book by this phenomenal author.
You feel it. You breathe it. You live it. You take it in and you let it consume you with all that it has. And you let it eviscerate you in a way because you know that that’s necessary to be with these characters, to understand them and their stories, and you know that you have to feel it all in order to get those characters where you so desperately need them to be.
I don’t know if any of that has ever been more true than what I felt reading Transfer. What I felt for Clare as she attempted to escape from Walter Noir’s evil hand, what I felt for Heath as he struggled with his own feelings, with his own duties, and with his own sense of right and wrong and where that line fell, and what I felt for the two of them as they were thrust together into an unimaginable situation that broke them, that made them, and that showed each other so much about themselves….well what I felt getting all of that is nothing short of everything.
That everything was raw. It was real. It was full of vulnerability, openness, and a journey of healing that was hard fought, unforgettably meaningful, and visceral to the nth degree. That everything tore open my heart for both Clare and Heath as they fought for what they both wanted, as they tried to determine what they could and couldn’t have, and as they realized that what they’d always wanted, what they so desperately craved, and what they needed to come full circle was standing there right in front of them.
From the very first page of Transfer, Aly Martinez threw me right into the thick of it with these two. She let me experience what it was like for them to realize what was really going on, what they were starting to feel, and what it was like for them to try to handle all of that. She let me feel what it was like for those two to share what they did, what it was like for them to realize that they wanted something more, and what it was like for them to get so damn close to having it all. She let me take in what the events of this book did to them, how it pushed them both, how it brought them both into their own, and how it took them through the ringer a bit, yet at the same time pushed them even closer to where they so desperately wanted and needed to be.
Through every single page of this all-consuming story, Aly Martinez put me with them as they fought and simultaneously fell as hard as they both could, and that, well that was nothing short of spectacular.
From the moment I met Clare’s character in Retrieval, I knew I needed more of her. I felt a connection and a deeply felt love for her character from that very first moment I met her, and that love became fiercer through every page of that story, and it just caught on fire and exploded once I got her story in Transfer. My love, adoration, and belief in that woman truly knows no bounds. What I felt for her, how much I believed in her, and how I felt so deeply connected to her is all a testament to what Aly Martinez so authentically created with her character. She bonded me to Clare.
She allowed me to get her, her journey, her struggles along the way. She allowed me to see a mother who would do anything for her child, for her love, for her old self that was ready to be awakened once again. She allowed me to understand Clare on the deepest and truest of levels, and she allowed me to know with every ounce of my being that even in the darkest of hours and even in the most dismal of situations, a true fighting flame can never be extinguished.
Along with Clare this book gave me Heath, and boy did it give me that man something fierce. It gave me his stubborn, stoic self, and it let me be there with him as one woman and her little girl slowly but surely infiltrated his heart with all that they had. Heath is a character my heart just belonged to from the instant I met him. Sure there were moments when I wanted to shake some sense into him and show him what he could have if he just reached out and took it, but through it all I loved that man with all I had. I loved what he felt, I loved how far he was willing to go when it really mattered, and at the end of the day I loved how everything he shared with Clare, and Tessa for that matter, brought him closer to being the man that I knew he could be.
Transfer is a story about so many things. It’s a story about how you build yourself back up after you feel as if every part of you has been taken. It’s a story about the level of fight that can consume you, heal you, and make you if you let yourself really feel it and take ahold of it. It’s a story about what happens when you meet that one person who changes everything, and sometimes that everything is a living hell, and sometimes it’s better than any paradise you can think of. It’s a story of what happens when two people end up on a path to one another, and how that path breaks them, strips them down of everything they think they know and feel, yet at the same time how that thrusts them both onto the exact path they needed to be on all along.
This book is the story of what happens when a woman who’s experienced more pain and heartache than anyone deserves, meets a man who fights himself as much as he does those around him, and the transfer of feelings and emotions and healing that takes place as they forget that new path together. This book exemplifies that while that new path might be scary, while it might take everything in you to keep yourself on that path and believing in where it could take you, and while it might strip you down to your very core, that path is worth it. So damn worth it.
Every page of Transfer emphasizes that notion, and every word of this book that is so breathtakingly emotional and thoughtfully crafted hits home the power, the meaning, and the journey of these characters and this story. Aly Martinez blew me away through every single page of this story. She took my heart, my mind, and my very soul, and she put it right in this story, just like she had with Retrieval. She continued my love for these characters, she solidified it and deepened it with every moment I got with them, and she put me with them all in the most authentic of ways as they all fought for that ending they all wanted to have.
Whether I was being mesmerized by this story, its exceptional crafting, and where it took these characters… Whether I was being consumed by every ounce of visceral spark, and heat, and unadulterated connection that seared these characters together… Whether I was being encapsulated within the intensity of this story, and the emotional twists and turns that every new page brought… Whether I was feeling it or experiencing it or living it all with these characters…
I felt this story. I loved this story. I got it all with this story and there are literally not enough words on the planet to accurately capture what it’s like reading Transfer and getting what you do within its unforgettable pages.
This book gave me it all. It was the perfect conclusion to this duet. It was the perfect follow up to the heartfelt love that grew and grew through every single page of Retrieval. It was the perfect, most intense, most all-feeling and breathtaking way to say goodbye to these characters that I will never forget, and I could not have asked for more.
There isn’t anything more than this book, than this duet, or than the dynamic and soul touching characters you find within their pages.
This book, this duet, this story…is everything. And then some. And that is just part of what makes them some of the best books I have ever read.
If you’re looking for a book you’ll feel, if you’re looking for a book that will move you, break you, and along the way try to put you back together again, and if you’re looking for a book that gives you all of the above and a little something extra that’ll make you blush and smile and fall harder than a brick over a ledge, then seriously, run yourself to this book and this duet this very second.
Do it. You will not regret it. And in fact, I think you’ll find it’s one of the best decisions you make today, or this week, or this month, or this year.
Transfer is that good. Retrieval is that good. This duet is that damn good…and I am telling you, you will never forget what this continuous, emotional, and completely memorable story will give you within its amazing pages.
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Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five, including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.
After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job titles. Five books later, she shows no signs of slowing. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life.
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Excerpt
I showered and shaved, slathered on my favorite sweet-smelling body lotion, slid into the dress after deciding on a thong and no bra, thanks to the mesh, and curled and teased my hair, giving it body and height that looked kick-ass paired with my outfit.
I also went to town on my makeup job, keeping everything heavy but the kind of heavy that screamed fierce concertgoer and not back alley hooker.
Dark, smoky eyes, false lashes that flared at the ends, and warm cerise lipstick.
I felt pretty. Really pretty.
The kind of pretty a girl had to commemorate with a selfie, and there was only one person in the entire world I wanted to send that selfie to.
I bit my lip while swiping my phone off the bed and pulling up the camera mode.
I was nervous.
Understandably so. This would be the first time Brian was going to see me.
Like ever.
Heavy stuff right there.
I’d thought about sending him pictures before, but got sidetracked with conversation and his sweet as warmed honey voice I wanted to taste, and all thoughts of pictures would slip my mind. Considering he never asked to see a photo of me didn’t help either.
Since he wasn’t bringing it up, I was hardly thinking about it.
But right now, standing in my bedroom with my makeup done up and my hair looking prettier than it had on prom night, sending Brian a picture of me was suddenly all I could think about.
And before I could think or whisper talk myself out of it, I reversed the camera so I could see myself on the screen, held the device out in front of me and off to the right a bit, pursed my stained lips into a kiss, other hand poised at my chin to blow it, and snapped the picture.
Then I attached it to a text and hit Send.
Feeling WILD.
I wanted to put my phone down. Really I did, especially since I had to snap on my studded cuff bracelet and that required use of both hands, furthermore because Tori had given me a fifteen-minute warning close to fifteen minutes ago, but I couldn’t let the damn thing go.
I couldn’t stop looking at it either.
My stomach was clenched. I was biting my fist and pacing the length of the bed, head down and eyes anxiously focused.
But when the little bubbles floated in teasing intervals on my screen and I knew Brian had seen my photo, that’s when the real panic set in.
Would he like how I looked? Would it be how he had imagined and confessed to imagining countless times late at night to me, or better, would my photo exceed the limits of his imagination and paint a more pleasing image in his mind?
Or would he hate it and me for sending it to him, shattering his dreamed-up spank-bank material and ruining every orgasm I ever gave him?
Shit.
Shit!
Which was it and why the hell was he taking so long to type? Didn’t he know this was killing me?
“Hurry up!” I whispered against the screen.
It started ringing in response to my plea, startling me and nearly slipping out of my hand.
Oh, God, he was calling.
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Blurb
Sydney Paige was never so mortified to hear the words “wrong number” in her life. She meant to tell off the guy who broke her best friend’s heart, but unleashed her anger on a perfect stranger instead. And now her world is turned upside down by the captivating man who wants to keep her on the line.
Brian Savage is living a life he’s quickly come to hate-until Sydney’s wild rant has him hooked and hungry for more. Soon the sexy woman on the phone becomes the lover in his bed. But Brian has secrets, and the closer he lets Syd get, the harder it is to shield her from the devastating mistakes of his past . . .
She would rather bake than cook, she listens to music entirely too loud, and loves writing stories her children will never read. Her husband and children are her greatest loves, with cupcakes coming in at a close second.
J grew up in Baltimore and resides in Maryland with her family.


I’m good in a boardroom, but I’m better in the bedroom. Much better. I can charm the skirt off any woman in one encounter. I’ll even give her an orgasm before I put her in a cab. Or three. No more or she’ll start making plans for the future and I’m not into that.
Or I wasn’t until Genevive Fasbender. She’s the first woman in five years that I want to spend the whole night with. And she’s the first woman who’s told me I’m not what she wants in a lover, even after multiple O’s. She’s brash and bold and stubborn as hell, and she doesn’t believe it’s possible to satisfy her.
But I’m up for the challenge.
And after an incident in my brother’s office closet―a downright dirty incident―I think I’m just the guy to deliver.
Genevive Fasbender will never know what’s coming.
Five minutes later, the valet pulls up with my car. Genevieve raises an eyebrow. “A Bugatti?”
I’m so impressed she can name the model that I practically jizz in my pants. “It’s the best.”
She shakes her head, and I swear I hear her mutter something about rich men and their toys, but I don’t respond, too occupied with inspecting my car and then passing the attendant the cash I promised him earlier for returning my vehicle in perfect condition.
I slide into the driver’s seat, and when I look over at Genevieve as she buckles her seatbelt, a wave of pure, unadulterated lust rolls through me. I’m very aware that I’ve trapped her, that she’s now defenseless to my whims. Not that I’d take advantage, but goddamn, to think that I could…
I nearly shiver at my own vile thoughts.
Glad she can’t know what I’m thinking, I flash her a smile. “So. Where am I taking you?”
“I’m staying at the Park Hyatt on 57th Street.”
“Fancy.” The Park Hyatt is one of the nicest luxury hotels in New York. That means this girl has money, which isn’t a bad thing. Just, the swell of my wallet in my back pocket is usually one of my better attributes. If wealth doesn’t attract her, I hope I’m not shit out of luck when it comes to getting an invitation up to her room.
Apparently, I’m transparent because she asks, “Not impressed?”
“Quite the opposite. I’m worried you won’t have a reason to be impressed with me.” Now I’m the one who can’t believe how honest I’m being.
“It’s a valid worry,” she says after a beat, and I can’t tell if she’s teasing or being blunt. Can’t tell if I should prepare for gut-wrenching disappointment or dive into another round of sexy banter.
I concentrate on my driving instead, speeding up before slipping expertly into a tight opening in the adjacent lane.
I’ll admit I’m showing off.
“Smashing,” she says with a tone that vibrates through my body like I’m a tuning fork.
Then, abruptly, she laughs, and I turn my head toward her, alarmed at the source of her amusement.
“I still can’t believe you drive a Bugatti in the city. I can’t decide if that makes you brilliant or as mad as a bag of ferrets.”
“Brilliant, of course.” Though, with her so close, I feel more like I’m going crazy. “What can I say? I like things that are fast.”
“Of course you do.”
“You don’t?” I raise a questioning brow. “Maybe you don’t understand how awesome fast can be.” I put my foot on the gas and race down the next block to prove my point.
The traffic light turns red as I approach the intersection, and I ease the brakes. “See? Fast is fun.”
“The problem with fast is it’s over too quickly.”
Is that innuendo? Her gaze pierces into me, and the air around us feels tight and charged, and I’m suddenly certain that I will die if I don’t get to taste her tonight.
Even if she didn’t mean anything more when she made her statement, I certainly do when I say, “Don’t worry. I know when to take my time.”
She exhales, slowly, and I swear I can feel it. As though she’s already in my arms and her breath is grazing every inch of my bare skin. No matter what happens after this, I know she at least feels this…this attraction. Or whatever it is.
Her voice is low and sultry when she replies. “You’re not talking about cars anymore. But do you really take your time? I’d guess you bolt the minute you’re finished.” She’s so blunt, so direct, and I don’t know if it’s a her thing or an English thing, but I like it.
I also like this conversation we’re having. Because we’re drawing the lines, and that means the potential for tonight is high. So I answer with a nod, making sure she understands that she’s correct in thinking I’ll bolt. Because I will.

Laurelin Paige is the NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She’s a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters.