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When Emily Wayborn goes home to visit
her mom while on hiatus from her hit TV show, she receives a
voicemail from her former best friend, Amber. Though the two were
once notorious party girls, they haven't spoken in years. Although
the message might sound benign to anyone else, Amber uses a safe word
that Emily recognizes, a word they always used to get out of sticky
situations during their wild days. And what's more chilling than the
voicemail: it turns out that Amber has gone missing.
Determined to track down her friend,
Emily follows a chain of clues that lead her to the enigmatic
billionaire Reeve Sallis, a hotelier known for his shady dealings and
play boy reputation. Now, in order to find Amber, Emily must seduce
Reeve to learn his secrets and discover the whereabouts of her
friend. But as she finds herself more entangled with him, she finds
she's drawn to Reeve for more than just his connection to Amber,
despite her growing fear that he may be the enemy. When she's forced
to choose where her loyalty lies, how will she decide between saving
Amber and saving her heart?
“Tell me something,” he said,
overtly switching gears. “What’s with you and Chris Blakely?”
He’d been watching me at the Expo,
then. Before he’d come outside after me.
His question about Chris was spoken
casually, but it was purposeful. A more naïve woman might have
missed it, but I was too experienced with men like him. He wanted me
to know that I was in his sightline. That this was what it meant to
be part of his life. That he would monitor me, if he felt like it;
he’d rule me. And he expected me to submit.
I couldn’t decide if that freaked me
out or thrilled me.
So I played coy. “He’s an actor.
We’ve worked together on occasion. I guess we’re friends.”
I walked into the kitchen and got a
glass from the cupboard. Chewing my lip, I filled it with filtered
water from the sink and debated full disclosure regarding Chris…It
was a long shot, but since I hoped to contact Chris for more
information about Missy at some point, I decided the less I said the
better.
I drank some of my water then set the
glass down and leaned across the counter to watch Reeve. His fingers
trailed across the spines. I couldn’t see the exact books, so I
tried to think what was there. My Katherine Hepburn autobiography. My
copy of Rebecca.
He stopped and pulled one from the
shelf then flipped through it lazily. This one I recognized from the
cover. PostSecret: Extraordinary Confessions from Ordinary Lives, one
of my coffee table books. I collected them and had so many that most
lived on my bookshelf rather than on my coffee table. This particular
book was a printing of blog posts that shared secrets anonymously.
Parts of it read like my diary, and I’d marked several pages with
Post-it notes so I could easily come back to them. Reading it had
always felt comforting.
Seeing it in Reeve’s hands, though,
wasn’t comforting. He flipped through the pages, stopping on the
ones I’d tagged. Chuckling at some. Growing somber at others. At
one, he lifted his head toward me and nodded slightly as if
confirming what he’d just thought, what he’d just read.
I ran through several confessions I
knew by heart, trying to imagine which it had been—
“Again and again. Used.”
“I’m more scared of court than I
was when he almost killed me.”
“I would do absolutely anything in
the whole world if I thought it would make her happy.”
Whichever ones he was reading, any of
them—all of them—were private. Too private for him to know spoke
to me. Yet, I didn’t stop him. I let him sink one layer deeper
under my skin.
It was bad enough that he was in my
apartment—in an apartment that I paid for myself. His presence
reminded me of a time when everything I owned had been given to me by
men. The things I had now, though small in number and worth, were all
mine.
Trying to distract myself from the
anxiety Reeve’s invasion caused, I asked, “Why do you want to
know about Chris anyway? Do you want me to fix you up? He’s got a
fiancé, you know.”
Reeve shot me a glare. “Cute.”
He put the book back on my shelf and
moved toward me. When he reached the counter, he said, “Chris
doesn’t look at you like he has a fiancé.”
Ah. I’d forgotten Reeve was a jealous
man. Or I’d underestimated the depth of his envy. Strangely, it was
a fairly common trait of the kind of men I’d involved myself with
in the past, the kind of men who had everything. I knew how to pander
to them, knew what to say to put their insecurities to rest. No one
could ever be man enough to compare with you, I’d say. It might
have been what Reeve was looking for in regards to Chris.
But I couldn’t bring myself to give
it to him. “A lot of men don’t look at me like they have a
fiancé.”
Reeve leaned across the opposite side
of the counter so we were face-to-face. “I don’t like that.”
Jealousy was generally boring, yet, on
Reeve, it was fascinating. And, I suspected, dangerous. “You don’t?
What are you going to do about it? Lock me up and never let me out in
public?”
“I have some nice secluded resorts I
think you’d like. My island properties are so beautiful you’ll
forget you’re in a prison.”
He flashed his dimple. It was subtle,
only noticeable when he smiled in a certain way, the way he was
smiling now. And his eyes…I’d thought they were blue, but now I
saw green flecks. They caught in the light. They caught me in them,
made me feel warm. Made me feel trapped.
I stood up straight, distancing myself
without moving away. “Look at you. Acting as if you have some claim
to me. I think I already blew you off the other night.”
“Look at you, acting as if I’m a
person that you blow off. I think I already warned you about me.”
He was teasing as I’d been. But he wasn’t all at the same time.
My heart skipped a beat. “Another
threat?”
“If you want it to be.” He looked
at me like he had earlier—that intent way that saw through me, into
me. Saw all my dark parts.
In a way, he was showing me his
darkness as well.
My lip quivered, but I wasn’t scared.
Well, not scared enough. “I do.”
His eyes sparked, and with that simple
phrase, we entered into an agreement. He would have me. He would fuck
me. He would bring me into his world.
And in return I’d let him break me.
Last Kiss (Book Two) A First and Last
Novel
Releases June 14th, 2016
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Laurelin Paige is the NY Times, Wall
Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed
Trilogy. She's a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime
there's kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters.
Her husband doesn't seem to complain, however. When she isn't reading
or writing sexy stories, she's probably singing, watching Game of
Thrones and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender.
She's also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn't
do anything with the organization except use it as material for her
bio.
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