Eleven months ago, bartender and weird-shirt-wearing
extraordinaire Roxy and Officer Reece Anders had a one night stand. Well, kind
of. She’s been in love with him since she was fifteen, and he wishes that night
they shared never happened. She’s sworn him off forever, but the past and
future collide, forcing her to rely on the one man who broke her heart not
once, but twice.Her best friend since birth has been in a long-term care facility since he became a victim of a hate crime years ago, and the person who put him in there is out of prison and wanting to make amends with him and Roxy. She’s not sure she has room for forgiveness in her and when she begins to receive frightening messages and is on the receiving end of escalating violence, she thinks she knows who is to blame. The man who already destroyed one life already.
But Reece isn’t convinced. The threats are too personal, and even if Roxy doesn’t believe him, he’s not willing to let anyone hurt her. Including himself. He’s already messed up more than once when it comes to Roxy and he’s not going to let history repeat itself.
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Calla, Tess and Avery stared at me.
I drew in a shallow breath that
scratched at my throat and then grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulling it
straight. “So, do you guys want to know why Hufflepuffs do it better?”
Avery grinned as she leaned
forward. “Do we want to know?”
I nodded eagerly. “Oh, yes— yes you
do.”
Tess bounced once, way enthusiastic
to hear my reasons for why being sorted into Hufflepuff was a good thing, and I
think I fell in love with her in that moment, but Calla wasn’t fooled. She
nibbled on her lower lip as she watched me refill Avery’s glass with soda. And I
couldn’t stop myself from glancing over to where all the guys sat. Cam and Jax,
who appeared to be on the verge of an epic bromance were deep in conversation
with Jase, but the moment my gaze drifted across the table, I forgot what I was
doing with the ice scoop. Holy hell, I didn’t even remember picking it up. Why
was I holding it?
Reece’s eyes met mine, and the air
slowly leaked out of my lungs. The intensity in his stare traveled across the
distance between us. It struck me then— why had he picked tonight to finally
breach the standoff between us. Not that it really mattered, but I was curious.
I didn’t need to have any of
Katie’s ability— she was convinced that when she fell off the pole while, um,
dancing and hit her head, she developed psychic power— to know what he was
thinking and what the concentrated power in his stare meant. I might have
dodged him in the stockroom, but he was far from done with me.
Vibrant blue eyes, the shade of the sky seconds before dusk
washed away the startling color, peered out from a thick fringe of dark brown
lashes surrounded by golden hued skin. Those eyes were set in a face that still
held a hint of boyish charm, but the hard line of the jaw, stubborn and
dominant, and those expressive, well- shaped lips spoke of masculinity. A
beauty that could be as harsh as it was majestic.
My gaze moved over the canvas and
then to the paintbrush in my hand, the ends of its bristles stained blue.
Dammit all to hell in a handbasket.
And not a cheap handbasket, one of those Longaberger baskets like my mom
collected.
I did it again.
Resisting the urge to throw the
brush at the painting, I wondered if the handle was sharp enough to give myself
a lobotomy, because seriously, that was the only valid response to painting
Reece’s face.
Again.
As in way more than once.
Not only was it really kind of
pathetic, it was also sort of creepy if I thought about it. I mean, I doubted
he’d appreciate knowing I was painting or sketching his face. I’d freak out if
some dude was secretly painting my face and had several versions hidden away in
his closet. Unless it was Theo James or Zac Efron. They could totally paint my
face all they wanted and then some. Reece also probably wouldn’t want to know that
I woke up this morning with his eyes burned into my thoughts because I’d
dreamed of him again.
Also as in way more than once.
# 1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer
lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her
state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time
reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write,
and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki.
Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class,
where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her
dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction,
fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press,
Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book
Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series
has been optioned for TV.
She also writes adult and New Adult romance under the name
J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.
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