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.
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...
Series
Reading Order
Real
(bk 1)
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Ripped
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