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A steamy read from bestselling author Abbi Glines. Since her mom is pregnant and refuses to work, Sadie will be taking over as a domestic servant for a wealthy family on a nearby island. When the family arrives at their summer getaway, Sadie is surprised to learn that the owner of the house is Jax Stone, one of the hottest teen rockers in the world. Everything about Sadie fascinates Jax, but he fights his attraction: Relationships never work in his world, and as badly as he wants Sadie, he believes she deserves more. Can their love overcome the disparity in their lifestyles? His dear ol' dad found himself a girlfriend only a few years older than Marcus.
Because once the truth comes out Cage York has a free ride to college for baseball - or he did, until he got in trouble for drink-driving. Now he has to give in to his coach's demands and spend his summer baling hay. No hot babes in bikinis waiting to meet a Southern boy to make her vacation complete. Just him and the damned cows. Oh and an uptight, snarky brunette with the biggest blue eyes he's ever seen.
Eva Brooks planned out her life step by step when she was eight years old. Not once over the years had she lost sight of her goals.
Josh Beasley, her next door neighbour, had been the centre of those goals. He'd been her first boyfriend at seven, her first kiss at ten, her first date at fifteen and her first tragedy at eighteen. The moment she'd received the phone call from Josh's mother saying he'd been killed along with four other soldiers just north of Baghdad, Eva's carefully planned life imploded in the worst way possible. Now she has to deal with the arrogant Cage York and his irritating smile.
But as the summer bailing hay rolls by, Cage and Eva learn that what they want and need may be something they never saw coming. Just for Now Sea Breeze 4 The day Preston Drake figured out that wealthy women paid well for a set of tight abs and a pretty face his life turned around.
The run down rat-infested trailer he had shared with his alcoholic mother and three younger siblings was now only a place he visited to pay the bills and stock the pantry with food. He no longer worried about his family starving or living without electricity. He had it all figured out.
Except… There was this girl. She was as innocent as he was tainted. She hated the fact her heart raced when he flashed his smile in her direction. He had a different girl in his bed every night. He was the kind of boy a smart girl ran from. So, why was she coming up with ways to get close to him? Even when it was obvious he wanted to keep her at a distance.
Maybe Preston Drake was more than just a pretty face. After waiting for his big break, bad boy Cage York is finally called up to prove his worth in the college baseball arena.
Falling for the local bad girl was definitely not the plan. Bad for You Sea Breeze 7 Innocence was never meant for the addictive… Addiction was something Krit Corbin accepted as part of his nature a long time ago.
He decided to embrace it and flip his finger at the rules. Women had always been the number one thing on his list of addictions.
Being the lead singer in a rock band had only made access to his favorite addiction that much easier. Being alone was the only thing Blythe Denton understood. When Blythe is sent away to college and given a chance to finally be free of living as an unwanted burden, she looks forward to having peace in her life. She escapes reality in the stories she writes. Girls wanted him, and boys wanted to be him. He basked in the attention.
But I loved him. So I accepted this change. At least, I was doing my best to. Even if it meant he only had time for me when he wanted to have sex. I drew the line at going to the parties he attended. I had gone to two of them with him, and he had gotten so trashed that I had been forced to walk home by myself. They trusted Dustin, but they had no idea who he really was. Not anymore. My parents would never be okay with me going to parties.
Just lost in thought. This was what I always did: He leaned over and touched the side of my face. My one and only. You know that, right?
He had been telling me that since our first kiss. Not the kind he showed the girls his age. Dewayne was a senior our freshman year of high school. He and his pack of friends ran the school. They owned it. On our first day of high school, Dustin had left me behind to hang out with the basketball team and the older guys who were more than willing to bring him into the fold.
Dewayne, however, found me in the hallway at school that day. He helped me get through it. For my first lunch in the big cafeteria, Dustin had gone to sit with his new friends and not invited me. I was extremely intimidated by the place, so I found a spot by a tree outside to eat my lunch.
Until Dewayne Falco found me and sat down beside me. It was that way for a while. But the more attention he showed me, the more attention Dustin began to show me.
But right now we have to sneak around your parents. He was right. He would have to let me make my own choices.
He grinned, then leaned in to kiss me. It was a soft peck. After sex Dustin liked to treat me as if I were a treasure. He never wanted me to doubt that he cherished me. It was these few moments that made the rest of it worth it. But I never had that feeling.
Aside from enjoying seeing him feel pleasure, I dreaded having to do it. This was a nightly ritual with us. He would take me home, then run off to a party or to go play basketball. It was painful to imagine him being around other girls, drinking and staying out late. The come that was supposed to be neatly inside was coating the outside of the latex. His face paled a moment, and then he shrugged. It pissed me off and I forgot. Once we were both standing outside, he wrapped his arms around me and inhaled deeply.
I love you so goddamn much. You keep me focused and grounded. I can trust you with anything. My best friend. The guy across the street I had known all my life. Not the popular jock who drank too much at parties. I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him, and he still had to lean down so I could reach his lips. Dustin was already two inches taller than his older brother. The Falco boys were tall. But Dewayne had wider shoulders and the kind of muscles that only men had.
Dustin was still a boy. But he was my boy. When Dewayne was outside washing his car, I was up in my room watching from behind the safety of my curtains. Any chance I had of getting a glimpse of Dewayne, I secretly took it. The day Dewayne sat down beside me at lunch, he had become my hero. He had come to rescue me. And since then he had stepped in and saved me more than once.
Even though I tried to stop feeling things for him. I was in love with Dustin Falco, but I was in complete idol worship over his older brother, a fact I could only admit to myself. It was a small town, and rarely did the ambulances, police cars, and fire trucks have cause to run off to the same location.
But the louder they got, the more serious I realized it was. Getting out of bed, I went to my window and looked down the road. All I knew was they were close. I wrapped my blanket around me and sat down on my window seat to wait. My parents had raised me in church, and I completely believed in prayer. Just as I closed my eyes my bedroom door opened, and I turned to see my mother standing there with a look of horror on her face.
Was my dad home? I stood up as fear gripped me, and I met her gaze.
I let the blanket fall to the ground and started to go to her. She was scaring me. She lifted her eyes, and I saw the unshed tears shining in them. She nodded. He wrapped his car around a tree? How did he do that?
I had just been with him two hours ago. With all those emergency vehicles out there, how could he be okay? Momma shook her head.
I glanced back at Micah, asleep in his car seat with his Darth Vader action figure clenched tightly in his hand. Micah was my life. He had healed me when I was sure nothing ever could. Keeping Micah meant being disowned by my strict religious parents. Giving up on high school and getting my GED was my only option. My aunt Cathy was the principal at the local high school and helped me get a trade school grant, so when Micah was eighteen months old, I enrolled in beauty school. Before his third birthday I had a degree in cosmetology.
I owed my aunt more than I could ever repay her. Micah and I moved out just last year and finally got an apartment of our own.
I also felt guilty paying for a sitter when we needed that money for more important things, like rent, day care, and food. Janell, the owner of the salon where I worked, said that the men all thought I was playing hard to get.