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RELEASE
DATE: December 9th
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...
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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Real (bk 1)
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