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This right here was why I’d needed to memorialize the very second I fell for Charlie McAllister.
I glanced over at my cell in my hand. With a flick of my thumb, I brought up the picture I’d snagged while I kissed her, and made sure I didn’t get too much in the image. I was definitely taking a fist to the mouth when Chance got home, but if I sent him a picture of his baby sister’s tits, he’d stop my heart, and rightfully so.
My fingers were intimately wound in her hair, my fist tight, our mouths slightly open, with a definite subtle glimpse of tongue. Charlie looked well and thoroughly fucked.
I grinned, attached it to the litany of messages to and from Chance, and hit send.
“Oh my God! What are you doing?”
“Just clearing up our relationship status.”
“But we’re not—”
“We are,” I said quietly. Tossing my phone on the bedside table, I speared my hands into her hair and held her still before me. She was rosy and soft, with a lazy smile on her face. A look I planned on seeing every day for an incredibly long while. “I showed up Friday planning to tolerate you for the weekend. I’m leaving planning to have you drive me out of my mind all day, every day, for a lifetime. This doesn’t end here, Charlie. It’s only the beginning.”
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Echo Grayce
Echo Grayce mercilessly jabs her Pilot V5 gel pen straight into the heart of her readers. Whether she’s delivering steamy small-town, sexy heart-hammering romantic suspense or taking you for a walk on the hot and flirty side with the single-in-the-city relatives of your small-town favorites, every one of her books holds a dose of angst, a double shot of romance, followed by a scorchin’ hot sexy times chaser that will leave you panting for more.
Born and raised in New England, she’s got Ben & Jerry’s pumping through her heart and real Vermont maple syrup dripping through her veins.
She has an insatiable addiction to Fall Out Boy and a new, rather concerning obsession with tattoos and piercings.
If you’re searching for her, she’s usually found sitting at her command terminal, planning to take over the world. When she takes back the pen she’s stabbed into her readers’ hearts, she creates beautifully brutal romance between fierce women and the men who topple off their alpha thrones for them.
She adores every last one of you who picks up one of her stories and makes her dreams come true.
And she’s done talking about herself in the third person now because that shit is weird.
Wheels and Devotion
JULIA JARRETT
Wheels and Devotion
When I find myself stranded on the side of the highway just outside of Dogwood Cove, the small town my friend Mila lives in, the last person I expect her to send to my rescue is a six-foot tall, dark haired, bearded man who might as well be straight from my dirtiest fantasies.
To say my love life has been lacking is an understatement. I’ve never felt swept away by someone before. But somehow, Dean Hastings does just that. He sees past my wheelchair and sees me for me.
Not only that, but he wants me.
I don’t open up and trust people easily, but something about Dean makes it impossible not to. I want to believe that if I let him into my heart, he’ll keep it safe.
Is it possible that Dean’s devotion to me means I’m going to get my very own happily ever after?
CHAPTER1
Riley
“No. No, no, no, no, no,” I cry out as my car bumps unevenly over the road, courtesy of what I’m guessing is a flat tire. Despite the tears of frustration running down my face, I manage to get over to the side of the road and put my hazards on before I drop my head to the steering wheel, letting the tears fall.
