Charlotte was a good girl.
Sweet and innocent, a debutante with her Daddy’s credit card and a fiancée who doted on her.
She was destined for a perfect picture life in Charleston.
Until everything goes wrong.
EJ grew up with everything she could ever want, and bored as hell.
Nothing surprises her and nothing ever changes, and she wants out—whatever it takes.
Getting involved with Anthony Jacobs is probably the worst idea she’s ever had—and that makes it irresistible.
Until Charlie needs her.
New Orleans. Memphis. Vegas.
Beautiful girls who know just how to get exactly what they want.
It’s all fun and games, sexy nights and wild parties.
But you can only manipulate your way out of so much, and the body count is rising. When their past catches up, not even a pretty smile will get them out of trouble this time.
Sweet and innocent, a debutante with her Daddy’s credit card and a fiancée who doted on her.
She was destined for a perfect picture life in Charleston.
Until everything goes wrong.
EJ grew up with everything she could ever want, and bored as hell.
Nothing surprises her and nothing ever changes, and she wants out—whatever it takes.
Getting involved with Anthony Jacobs is probably the worst idea she’s ever had—and that makes it irresistible.
Until Charlie needs her.
New Orleans. Memphis. Vegas.
Beautiful girls who know just how to get exactly what they want.
It’s all fun and games, sexy nights and wild parties.
But you can only manipulate your way out of so much, and the body count is rising. When their past catches up, not even a pretty smile will get them out of trouble this time.
“Just—be
careful. Now isn’t
the time to start being stupid.”
There’s
a long pause, and then, quietly, “Are
you scared of him?”
“Yes,”
she
answers without hesitation, and Charlie inhales sharply. She twists,
and smirks at her friend. “Why
does that surprise you?”
“Because—you.
Him.”
She
flounders, “Why
the hell would you fuck him if you’re
scared of him?”
So
many reasons. For a second, all of it is on the tip of her tongue,
and she wants to tell Charlie everything that is the history between
her and Jacobs.
Instead
she shoves down the urge and grins at her friend. Shrugs. “You
fucked him. He’s
a-fucking-mazing in bed. That’s
reason enough, isn’t
it?”
She
nudges Charlie with one toe. “Come
on. Admit it.”
A
flush colors her cheeks, and Charlie nods. “Yeah.
He was amazing. I haven’t
come that hard in years.”
“Tre
didn’t
do it for you?”
Charlie
shrugs one shoulder. “He
was fucking other women. A couple paralegals at the firm. Hard to get
into shit when you know he’s
been cheating.”
She
breaks off, and her eyes widen.
“Don’t,”
EJ says. “Jacobs
is the one who fucked up. We aren’t
together—but
he knows how I feel about him fucking with my friends. I’m
not pissed at you. So don’t,
ok? Let’s
just forget it and enjoy tonight.”
Charlie
nods slowly, and EJ leans over the bar, grabbing a bottle of vodka
and pouring some into her almost empty glass.
“And
that, my gorgeous girl, means we’re
going to get fucking wasted,”
EJ
lifts a glass and grins.
Charlie
smirks, and raises her glass to clink them together. “Sounds
perfect.”
Nazarea Andrews (N to almost everyone) is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. Which means she writes everything from zombies and dystopia to contemporary love stories. When not writing, she can most often be found driving her kids to practice and burning dinner while she reads, or binging watching TV shows on Netflix. N loves chocolate, wine, and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, spoiled cat and overgrown dog. She is the author of World Without End series, Neverland Found, Edge of the Falls, and The University of Branton Series. Stop by her twitter (@NazareaAndrews) and tell her what fantastic book she should read next.
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