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Gwen is trying her best to move on after JC leaves her to protect himself from the monster he will be testifying against. She has been seeing someone with a friends with benefits arrangement, but he wants more and she has to break it off. She just can't let go of JC even with him being gone for so long. Then he reappears in her life and wants her back. She can't imagine her life without him and easily brings him back into her bed and life. But unfortunately neither one are safe and JC will make a decision that could lose Gwen forever. I so loved their story.
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About the Book
Gwen Anders came to The Sky Launch to begin fresh, away from
the horrors of her past. She fit in quickly, becoming good friends with her
co-manager, Alayna Withers and the owner of the club, Hudson Pierce. Though the
circumstances that brought her here were not the best, she's never felt more at
home.
But starting a new life means letting go. And there are some
things she doesn't want to leave behind - like JC, the man who taught her how
to let loose. The man she wasn't supposed to fall in love with. The man she
doesn't want to lose.
Now, with the reason she ran still a threat, Gwen fears
she'll never be able to move on completely. And if she does, can she still hold
out hope that JC loves her enough to come and find her?
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Excerpt
I grabbed my cell and checked the time. It was
six-twenty-nine. I threw it in my purse and turned back to the mirror to give
myself a pep talk. “We will not have sex. We will not have sex. We will not
have sex.”
Jesus, I was so horny already, and I hadn’t even seen him
yet. I’d thought about taking care of myself before JC got there but wasn’t
sure if that would make things better or worse. By the time I’d decided it
would make it better, Ben was there, and now JC was ringing my buzzer.
“You look incredible,” he said when I opened the door.
I blushed as I gave him a onceover. He was dressed in khakis
with a fitted shirt and a lightweight jacket. Lots of buttons, I thought. Which
was a good thing, considering how damn good he looked. Had he always been that
buff? “You do, too.” My thighs felt hot. Good thing I’d changed out of my
pants.
I really should have pulled out my vibrator earlier.
“You brought flowers?” I’d been so taken by him I hadn’t
noticed the small bouquet in his hands. Three red roses dressed with some
smaller white bell-shaped flowers I couldn’t identify were wrapped in a red
ribbon. I hadn’t expected it. “I didn’t know you were the kind of guy who
brought girls roses.”
He shrugged with one shoulder. “I’m trying to impress you. I
have a feeling this date is a test of some kind, and I want to make sure I
pass.”
“Not a test,” I said dismissively. Though, wasn’t that what
this was? A test to see if we got along as well outside the bedroom as we did inside?
“But thank you. You do impress.”
I shifted my weight to one hip and flitted my glance between
JC, still standing on the other side of the threshold, and the flowers in my
hand. “I should put these in water.” But I wasn’t sure I was ready to invite him
in. Because in meant we’d be closer to my bed. And my couch. And my kitchen
counter. All of which were locations that could be tempting.
Really, I just shouldn’t be anywhere alone with him.
Either JC felt the same way I did or he could read my mind. “You
can do that later. The plastic containers on the stems should last until we get
back. And we should get going.”
“Perfect.” I set them on the console table behind me,
relieved and nervous all at once. I took a deep breath, grabbed my purse, and
turned back to him. “Let’s go!”
In the hallway, he offered me his hand. I took it, then,
there it was—the shock of his touch as his fingers weaved with mine. I let out
an involuntary sigh, and with it bricks of tension fell from my body. Release.
It shuddered through me as electricity sparked up my limb from where we were
connected and spread throughout my body, and I wondered if this was what it
felt like to melt. What it felt like to be frozen for so long and then,
finally, to have the sun brush against cold ice, transforming it into something
more fluid, something entirely different.
I glanced down to where we were joined, so overcome by how
right it felt to be touching him in this simple way. When I looked back at him,
I found his eyes pinned on me. His expression said he’d felt it too.
“You messed up, you know,” he said, as we started toward the
elevator. “You were supposed to wear something that I didn’t want to rip off of
you.”
My cheeks heated—actually, I wasn’t sure they’d ever cooled
from the first blush he’d caused. “You said it would be impossible for me to
wear anything that wouldn’t elicit that response. The only other choice was to
go naked.”
“That would have been an excellent choice.”
“But not very practical.”
“I’ve never been a fan of practical.” He pushed the call
button and the elevator doors opened immediately, the car likely still there
from when he’d arrived.
We stepped inside, our hands still molded together. The
doors closed, and I so badly wanted to turn and kiss him.
Instead I delivered the short speech I’d practiced since I’d
woken up that afternoon. “I think I should tell you, I don’t have sex on first
dates.”
“Wow. That’s...surprising. Considering we had sex before
we’d ever even been on a date.” He squeezed my hand. “But, after you left me
with blue balls this morning, I already figured out you’d turned into a prude.”
I laughed. “I’m not a prude. I’m cautious. And that’s
nothing new. That’s always been me.”
“Yes, it has.” The short phrase was full of subtext, and I
knew he was remembering how uptight I’d been when we’d first met. Icy. Frigid
bitch.
“I’m better than I was,” I assured him.
He nodded. “I know. Otherwise you wouldn’t have given me
even this much of you. And if you want to wait, then I can too.”
What I wanted was to push him against the wall and devour
him.
But that was an in-the-moment want, and long-term, I wanted
a relationship that was real and lasting. “Thank you. It means a lot.”
He leaned in close and, though we were alone, whispered in
my ear. “I’m not going to say that I’m not dying to have you under me, Gwen.
Because I am. But I’m dying to just be with you more.”
Despite the descent of the elevator, his words sent me
floating. “You’re really good at that impressing thing.”
He gave me my favorite grin. “Who knew?”
About the Author
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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