Corrupt By Penelope Douglas

• • • Corrupt ~ Excerpt • • •

I fell back to my feet and crept through my apartment as I listened to the pounding that had now become a steady attack. My feet followed the sound, stepping absently closer to it, and I finally pressed my ear against the wall leading to my hallway, my heart racing as the vibrations touched my skin. 

Resting my cheek against the surface, I swallowed the tight lump in my throat as the thumping against the wall grew faster and faster. 

There was someone over there. In the empty apartment. 

Holding up my phone, I dialed the office downstairs but got no answer. I knew there was a night manager named Simon Something- Or -Other, but I didn’t think many people were on duty at night. He must be away from his desk. 

I continued listening, wondering if I could ignore it and just wait until morning to ask the manager about it, but the further down the hall I travelled, the louder it got until I was standing next to the rear entrance. 

Opening up the door, I peeked my head into the hallway, holding the heavy steel exit open just enough to inspect. 

Glancing to my right, I saw a door just like mine. And then I heard a woman ’ s high-pitched cry ring out around me, and I started breathing harder. 

And then there was another cry. And another, and another, and ...

 

Was she having sex? My mouth fell open as I tried not to laugh. 

Oh, my God. 

But I thought the place was supposed to be empty.

 I stepped out, knife in hand — just in case — and walked quietly down to the other door, glancing up and seeing small security cameras along the wall, probably installed when the apartments were built. 

Pressing my ear to the door, I listened, still hearing the thump, thump, thump of something hitting the wall, and the girl ’ s breathy cries over and over again. 

I folded my lips between my teeth, covering my smile with my free hand. 

But then the woman cried out. “ No! Ah, oh, God! Please! ”

And my face f ell, hearing the fear in her voice. The short, shrill screams were now different. Panicked and scared, and her cries sounded struggled. My mouth suddenly went dry as I stood there listening. 

“ Ah! ” she cried out again. “ No, please stop! ”

I backed aw ay from the door, not finding it funny anymore. 

But then something hit the door from the other side, making a loud thud, and I scurried backward. “ Oh, shit, ” I gritted out under my breath. 

I shot my head up to the cameras, now wondering if they fed to Security downstairs or to whoever was inside the apartment. Did they know I was out here? 

I spun around a nd dashed for my door, grabbing the handle and trying to twist it. 

But it was locked . “ Dammit! ” I mouthed. Fucking thing must lock automatically. 

Another thud hit the door, mere feet away from me — so close — and I darted my eyes over to it, my breathing turning fast and painful. 

I pulled on the door handle again, twisting and yanking, but it didn't budge. 

Another thud hit the door, and I jerked upright, dropping the knife. 

“ Shit. ”

I dived down to pick it up, but just then I heard the other door swing open, so I bolted down the stairwell, hiding behind the wall and forgetting about the knife. 

Fuck!

Screw this. Whoever was coming out of the vacant apartment was definitely someone I didn’t want to meet. I dashed down flight after flight, a cry lodged in my throat as fear gripped my chest. 

A pounding echoed above me, and I spared a quick glance upward, seeing a hand sliding down the railings as whoever it was jumped flights of stairs. 

Oh, my God. I raced down, one flight after the other, a drop of sweat gliding down my ne ck. The pounding was getting closer and closer, my legs about to give out as my exhausted muscles worked as fast as they could. I gasped, seeing the door labeled LOBBY. I yanked it open and burst through, looking behind me once again to see if he — or she — was behind me. 

But then I slammed into a wall, and I let out a small cry as hands gripped my upper arms.

I looked up a nd exhaled a breath, seeing Michael Crist towering over me, his eyes narrowed.    

“ Michael? ” I breathed out, frozen in confusion. 

“ What the hell are you doing? ” He arched a brow and set me back, away from him, and let g o of my arm. “ It ’ s after one a.m. ”

I opened my m outh, but nothing came out. Why was he here?

He stood in front of an elevator, a different one than I had taken this morning, dressed i n a black suit , looking like he ’ d just been at a club or something. A young brunette stood next to him, beautiful in a tight, navy-blue cocktail dress that fell mid- thigh. 

I suddenly fel t exposed, dressed in my silk sleep shorts and black tank top, my hair hanging about, probably in tangles.   

“ I ...” I looked over my shoulder again, noticing that whoever had followed me down the stair s hadn’t come out the door yet. 

I twisted my he ad back, looking up at Michael. “ I heard something up on my floor, ” I told him. 

And then I shook my head, still confused. “ What are you doing here? ”

“ I live here, ” he shot back, and I immediately recognized that ever-present intolerant tone that he always used with me.  

“ Live here? ” I questioned. “ I thought you lived in your family ’ s building. ”

He slid a hand into his pocket and cocked his head, looking at me point-blank like I was stupid. 

I closed my eyes, expelling a sigh. “ Of course, ” I breathed out, realization hitting. “ Of course. You ’ re the one who lives on the twenty-second floor. ”

• • •  About Penelope Douglas  • • •

Penelope Douglas is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Fall Away series.

She dresses for autumn year round, loves anything lemon flavored, and believes there is too much blood in her Coca Cola stream. Or too much Coca Cola in her blood stream. Or ...

You know what? It doesn’t matter. She loves Coke. Now you know.

She lives in Las Vegas with her husband and daughter.

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Exerpt 

I fell back to my feet and crept through my apartment as I listened to the pounding that had now become a steady attack. My feet followed the sound, stepping absently closer to it, and I finally pressed my ear against the wall leading to my hallway, my heart racing as the vibrations touched my skin. Resting my cheek against the surface, I swallowed the tight lump in my throat as the thumping against the wall grew faster and faster. There was someone over there. In the empty apartment. Holding up my phone, I dialed the office downstairs but got no answer. I knew there was a night manager named Simon Something- Or -Other, but I didn't think many people were on duty at night. He must be away from his desk. I continued listening, wondering if I could ignore it and just wait until morning to ask the manager about it, but the further down the hall I travelled, the louder it got until I was standing next to the rear entrance. Opening up the door, I peeked my head into the hallway, holding the heavy steel exit open just enough to inspect. Glancing to my right, I saw a door just like mine. And then I hear d a woman ’ s high-pitched cry ring out around me, and I started breathing harder. And then there was another cry. And another, and another, and ... Was she having sex? My mouth fell open as I tried not to laugh. Oh, my God. But I thought the place was supposed to be empty. I stepped out, knife in hand — just in case — and walked quietly down to the other door, glancing up and seeing small security cameras along the wall, probably installed when the apartments were built. Pressing my ear to the door, I listened, still hearing the thump, thump, thump of something hitting the wall, and the girl ’ s breathy cries over and over again. I folded my lips between my teeth, covering my smile with my free hand. But then the woman cried out. “ No! Ah, oh, God! Please! ” And my face fell, hearing the fear in her voice. The short, shrill screams were now different. Panicked and scared, and her cries sounded struggled. My mouth suddenly went dry as I stood there listening. “ Ah! ” she cried out again. “ No, please stop! ” I backed away from the door, not finding it funny anymore. But then something hit the door from the other side, making a loud thud, and I scurried backward. “ Oh, shit, ” I gritted out under my breath. I shot my head up to the cameras, now wondering if they fed to Security downstairs or to whoever was inside the apartment. Did they know I was out here? I spun around and dashed for my door, grabbing the handle and trying to twist it. But it was locked. “ Dammit! ” I mouthed. Fucking thing must lock automatically. Another thud hit the door, mere feet away from me — so close — and I darted my eyes over to it, my breathing turning fast and painful. I pulled on the door handle again, twisting and yanking, but it did n ’ t budge. Another thud hit the door, and I jerked upright, dropping the knife . “ Shit. ” I dived down to pick it up, but just then I heard the other door swing open, so I bolted down the stairwell, hiding behind the wall and forgetting about the knife. Fuck! Screw this. Whoever was coming out of the vacant apartment was definitely someone I didn't want to meet. I dashed down flight after flight, a cry lodged in my throat as fear gripped my chest. A pounding echoed above me, and I spared a quick glance upward, seeing a hand sliding down the railings as whoever it was jumped flights of stairs. Oh, my God. I raced down, one flight after the other, a drop of sweat gliding down my neck. The pounding was getting closer and closer, my legs about to give out as my exhausted muscles worked as fast as they could. I gasped, seeing the door labeled LOBBY. I yanked it open and burst through, looking behind me once again to see if he — or she — was behind me. But then I slammed into a wall, and I let out a small cry as hand s gripped my upper arms. I looked up and exhaled a breath, seeing Michael Crist towering over me, his eyes narrowed. “ Michael? ” I breathed out, frozen in confusion. “ What the hell are you doing? ” He arched a brow and set me back, away from him, and let go of my arm. “ It ’ s after one a.m. ” I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Why was he here? He stood in front of an elevator, a different one than I had taken this morning, dressed in a black suit, looking like he ’ d just been at a club or something. A young brunette stood next to him, beautiful in a tight, navy-blue cock tail dress that fell mid-thigh. I suddenly felt exposed, dressed in my silk sleep shorts and black tank top, my hair hanging about, probably in tangles. “ I ...” I looked over my shoulder again, noticing that whoever had followed me down the stairs hadn’t come out the door yet. I twisted my head back, looking up at Michael. “ I heard something up on my floor, ” I told him. And then I shook my head, still confused. “ What are you doing here? ” “ I live here, ” he shot back, and I immediately recognized that ever-present intolerant tone that he always used with me. “ Live here? ” I questioned. “ I thought you lived in your family ’ s building. ” He slid a hand into his pocket and cocked his head, looking at me point-b lank like I was stupid. I closed my eyes, expelling a sigh. “ Of course, ” I breathed out, realization hitting. “ Of course. You ’ re the one who lives on the twenty-second floor. ”

 

 

I enjoyed the fright of not knowing what was coming and from where. “ When we used to wear the masks, ” Michael said, dropping his voice to a near whisper, “ you liked it, didn't you? It scared you, but it turned you on. ” I raised my hesitant eyes and tried not to let out a laugh. What was I supposed to say? That the fact that they ’ d looked like monsters got me hot? I shook my head clear and stood up, saying in a quiet voice. “ I ’ m going to bed. ” I grabbed my phone and took a step, but Michael ’ s voice stopped me. “ Come here, ” he said softly. I turned my head, narrowing my eyes. Come here? He sat up, resting his forearms on his knees and waiting, while I shifted on my feet. He was always playing games. I didn’t trust him. But the temptation to engage was too great. He was right. I was getting good at it, and I kind of liked it, too. I took slow steps, holding up my chin to steel myself. When I reached him, he placed a hand on my hip and pulled me in be tween his legs. I gasped as he fell back against the sofa again, pulling me in with him. I shot my hands out, planting them on both sides of his head on the back of the couch, keeping myself upright as I leaned into him. “ Say it, ” he breathed out, holding my hips with both hands now. “ It turned you on. ” I closed my mouth and shook my head, looking down at him with a challenge. “ I know it did, ” he maintained, a fire in his eyes. “ Did you think I couldn’t see how tense your body would get or how your nipples got hard through your shirt when you saw me wearing it? You ’ re a little twisted. Admit it. ” I folded my lips between my teeth, turning my head away. But then he tipped his chin up and caught my nipple between his teeth through my tank top, and I closed my eyes, letting out a small cry. Oh, God! The heat of his mouth swooped into my stomach as he released my nipple and then snatched it up again, dragging it out between his teeth. “ I ’ ve got the mask upstairs, ” he taunted, kissing and nibbling on me through my shirt. “ I can get it if you want me to. ” No. No, I wasn't like that. I pushed away from him, but he held me firm. “ Michael, let me go. ” But then I felt my phone vibrate in my hand, and I quickly glance d at the screen, seeing no name with the number. Reading the number, though, I noticed that it was his mother ’ s. That ’ s strange. I thought I had her number saved in my Contacts. But I let it go, remembering that my mom was with her. I needed to take this call. Planting my fists on Michael ’ s chest, I shoved him away. “ Get off me. Your mom ’ s calling. ” All he did was laugh, though, and my face fell. He grabbed my arm and threw me down onto my stomach and came down on my back, pinning me to the couch. I breathed hard and fast, feeling his cock press against my ass as he snatched my phone out of my hand. I stared wide-eyed as he placed it a few inches in front of me, hi s finger hovering over the green Answer button. “ Michael, no, ” I rushed out, panic making my lungs ache. But he swiped the screen anyway. The ringing stopped, and I heard silence as she waited for me to say something. “ Say hi, ” he whispered in my ear.

 

 

 

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Title: Freed by Him

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Genre: Contemporary Romance / Suspense

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He hurt me

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Nobody was ever going to do that to me again. I learnt to fight back. I made myself tougher, harder, stronger. I didn't want or need anyone.

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Title: Corrupt Author: Penelope Douglas Genre: Dark, Erotica, Contemporary Romance Release Date: November 17, 2015 Organized by: As the Pages Turn GoodReads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21981841-corrupt Synopsis: Erika I was told that dreams were our heart’s desires. My nightmares, however, became my obsession. His name is Michael Crist. My boyfriend’s older brother is like that scary movie that you peek through your hand to watch. He is handsome, strong, and completely terrifying. The star of his college’s basketball team and now gone pro, he’s more concerned with the dirt on his shoe than me. But I noticed him. I saw him. I heard him. The things that he did, and the deeds that he hid…For years, I bit my nails, unable to look away. Now, I’ve graduated high school and moved on to college, but I haven’t stopped watching Michael. He’s bad, and the dirt I’ve seen isn’t content to stay in my head anymore. Because he’s finally noticed me. Michael Her name is Erika Fane, but everyone calls her Rika. My brother’s girlfriend grew up hanging around my house and is always at our dinner table. She looks down when I enter a room and stills when I am close. I can always feel the fear rolling off of her, and while I haven’t had her body, I know that I have her mind. That’s all I really want anyway. Until my brother leaves for the military, and I find Rika alone at college. In my city. Unprotected. The opportunity is too good to be true as well as the timing. Because you see, three years ago she put a few of my high school friends in prison, and now they’re out. We’ve waited. We’ve been patient. And now every last one of her nightmares will come true. PURCHASE Links - CORRUPT Buy links coming soon! I'll send them in a separate e-mail as they go LIVE! Author Bio: Penelope Douglas is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Fall Away series. She dresses for autumn year round, loves anything lemon flavored, and believes there is too much blood in her Coca Cola stream. Or too much Coca Cola in her blood stream. Or... You know what? It doesn't matter. She loves Coke. Now you know. She lives in Las Vegas with her husband and daughter. Author Social links: Website: http://www.penelopedouglasauthor.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/PenelopeDouglasAuthor Twitter: https://twitter.com/PenDouglas Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/penelopedouglas/ Instagram: https://instagram.com/penelope.douglas/ Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7139136.Penelope_Douglas giveaway INFORMATION The giveaway is international and ends at 11:59 PM CST 11/23/2015. · (3) Signed copy of Corrupt (Intl) · (2) $20 Amazon or B&N gift card, winner's choice (Intl) Rafflecopter code embed code: a Rafflecopter giveaway OR Rafflecopter link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/05dc89ff232/ ~ WORDPRESS HTML POST CODE ~

Title: Corrupt Author: Penelope Douglas Genre: Dark | Erotica | Contemporary Romance Release Date: November 17, 2015 Organized by: As the Pages Turn

Synopsis

Erika I was told that dreams were our heart’s desires. My nightmares, however, became my obsession. His name is Michael Crist. My boyfriend’s older brother is like that scary movie that you peek through your hand to watch. He is handsome, strong, and completely terrifying. The star of his college’s basketball team and now gone pro, he’s more concerned with the dirt on his shoe than me. But I noticed him. I saw him. I heard him. The things that he did, and the deeds that he hid…For years, I bit my nails, unable to look away. Now, I’ve graduated high school and moved on to college, but I haven’t stopped watching Michael. He’s bad, and the dirt I’ve seen isn’t content to stay in my head anymore. Because he’s finally noticed me. Michael Her name is Erika Fane, but everyone calls her Rika. My brother’s girlfriend grew up hanging around my house and is always at our dinner table. She looks down when I enter a room and stills when I am close. I can always feel the fear rolling off of her, and while I haven’t had her body, I know that I have her mind. That’s all I really want anyway. Until my brother leaves for the military, and I find Rika alone at college. In my city. Unprotected. The opportunity is too good to be true as well as the timing. Because you see, three years ago she put a few of my high school friends in prison, and now they’re out. We’ve waited. We’ve been patient. And now every last one of her nightmares will come true.

• • • Corrupt ~ Excerpt • • •

I turned and stalked off, taking a left down the hallway toward the elevator. The doors opened as soon as I pushed the button, and I stepped inside, trying to calm my racing heart. They still intimidated me. And excited me. And challenged me. And knotted me up. I’d kind of wanted to go to a party but not with them. The doors started closing, but just then a hand shot into the elevator, and I jumped, seeing the doors re-open. I sucked in a breath, staring wide-eyed as Michael reached in, grabbed my shirt by the collar with one hand, and pulled me out. “Michael!” I shouted. I stumbled into him, and before I knew what was happening, he grabbed my wrists and locked them behind my back, walking into me and forcing me backward, back down the hall toward the kitchen. “Let me go!” I demanded, my lips brushing the tip of his chin. “I don’t know, guys,” he teased over my head, “she still seems pretty fucking easy to push around. What do you think?” Laughter greeted me as he forced me back into the living area. Every muscle in my body was on fire, and the tips of my toes kept getting caught under his sneakers. I twisted my body, trying to break his hold. “What the hell are you doing?” I pushed against his chest and jerked my body to the left, tearing out of his hold with every muscle I could muster. I stumbled, losing my balance, and fell backward, crashing to the floor. Pain shot through my ass, running down my legs as the fall knocked the wind out me. Shit! Shooting my hands behind me, I pushed myself up and bent my knees, looking up at him as he advanced. He stalked over and then stopped, towering over me. I immediately moved my hands and feet, crawling backward, away from him. But then I felt something at my back, and I halted. I twisted my head, seeing a dark pant leg, and I didn’t know if it was Damon, Will, or Kai, but it didn’t matter. I was closed in. Oh, no. I slowly raised my eyes, seeing Michael’s lips tilt in a devious smile. I stopped breathing, seeing him lower his body to the floor, planting his knees between my bent legs, and his hands at my sides. My neck arched back as his face hovered over mine, but I tried to keep myself up as much as possible, no matter how close his body got. “I thought you were one of us,” his whispered, his breath caressing my lips. “I thought you could play.” I stilled, staring into his eyes. You’re one of us now. Will had said that to me on that night so long ago. Michael’s amber eyes searched mine and then dropped to my mouth, his breathing growing heavy as he stared at me like he was about to take a bite. I wanted to cry. What the hell was going on? Three years ago was nearly the happiest night of my life, and it quickly became the worst. And ever since then, Michael not only acted as if I didn’t exist, but also, at times, as if he wished I didn’t. Now the guys were free, and they were all back together again. What did I have to do with any of this? What did he want with me? “I don’t know this game,” I told him, barely audible. He stared into my eyes, thinning his own as if studying me. “All you need to know,” he finally answered, “is that you can’t tap out.”

• • • About Penelope Douglas • • •

Penelope Douglas is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Fall Away series. She dresses for autumn year round, loves anything lemon flavored, and believes there is too much blood in her Coca Cola stream. Or too much Coca Cola in her blood stream. Or... You know what? It doesn't matter. She loves Coke. Now you know. She lives in Las Vegas with her husband and daughter.

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Title: Corrupt

Author: Penelope Douglas

Genre: Dark | Erotica | Contemporary Romance

Release Date: November 17, 2015

Organized by: As the Pages Turn

Synopsis

Erika

I was told that dreams were our heart’s desires. My nightmares, however, became my obsession.

His name is Michael Crist.

My boyfriend’s older brother is like that scary movie that you peek through your hand to watch. He is handsome, strong, and completely terrifying. The star of his college’s basketball team and now gone pro, he’s more concerned with the dirt on his shoe than me.

But I noticed him.

I saw him. I heard him. The things that he did, and the deeds that he hid…For years, I bit my nails, unable to look away.

Now, I’ve graduated high school and moved on to college, but I haven’t stopped watching Michael. He’s bad, and the dirt I’ve seen isn’t content to stay in my head anymore.

Because he’s finally noticed me.

Michael

Her name is Erika Fane, but everyone calls her Rika.

My brother’s girlfriend grew up hanging around my house and is always at our dinner table. She looks down when I enter a room and stills when I am close. I can always feel the fear rolling off of her, and while I haven’t had her body, I know that I have her mind. That’s all I really want anyway.

Until my brother leaves for the military, and I find Rika alone at college.

In my city.

Unprotected.

The opportunity is too good to be true as well as the timing. Because you see, three years ago she put a few of my high school friends in prison, and now they’re out.

We’ve waited. We’ve been patient. And now every last one of her nightmares will come true.

• • • Corrupt ~ Excerpt • • •

I turned and stalked off, taking a left down the hallway toward the elevator. The doors opened as soon as I pushed the button, and I stepped inside, trying to calm my racing heart.

They still intimidated me.

And excited me. And challenged me. And knotted me up.

I’d kind of wanted to go to a party but not with them.

The doors started closing, but just then a hand shot into the elevator, and I jumped, seeing the doors re-open. I sucked in a breath, staring wide-eyed as Michael reached in, grabbed my shirt by the collar with one hand, and pulled me out.

“Michael!” I shouted.

I stumbled into him, and before I knew what was happening, he grabbed my wrists and locked them behind my back, walking into me and forcing me backward, back down the hall toward the kitchen.

“Let me go!” I demanded, my lips brushing the tip of his chin.

“I don’t know, guys,” he teased over my head, “she still seems pretty fucking easy to push around. What do you think?”

Laughter greeted me as he forced me back into the living area.

Every muscle in my body was on fire, and the tips of my toes kept getting caught under his sneakers.

I twisted my body, trying to break his hold. “What the hell are you doing?”

I pushed against his chest and jerked my body to the left, tearing out of his hold with every muscle I could muster.

I stumbled, losing my balance, and fell backward, crashing to the floor. Pain shot through my ass, running down my legs as the fall knocked the wind out me.

Shit!

Shooting my hands behind me, I pushed myself up and bent my knees, looking up at him as he advanced.

He stalked over and then stopped, towering over me. I immediately moved my hands and feet, crawling backward, away from him.

But then I felt something at my back, and I halted. I twisted my head, seeing a dark pant leg, and I didn’t know if it was Damon, Will, or Kai, but it didn’t matter. I was closed in.

Oh, no. I slowly raised my eyes, seeing Michael’s lips tilt in a devious smile. I stopped breathing, seeing him lower his body to the floor, planting his knees between my bent legs, and his hands at my sides.

My neck arched back as his face hovered over mine, but I tried to keep myself up as much as possible, no matter how close his body got.

“I thought you were one of us,” his whispered, his breath caressing my lips. “I thought you could play.”

I stilled, staring into his eyes.

You’re one of us now. Will had said that to me on that night so long ago.

Michael’s amber eyes searched mine and then dropped to my mouth, his breathing growing heavy as he stared at me like he was about to take a bite.

I wanted to cry. What the hell was going on?

Three years ago was nearly the happiest night of my life, and it quickly became the worst. And ever since then, Michael not only acted as if I didn’t exist, but also, at times, as if he wished I didn’t.

Now the guys were free, and they were all back together again. What did I have to do with any of this? What did he want with me?

“I don’t know this game,” I told him, barely audible.

He stared into my eyes, thinning his own as if studying me. “All you need to know,” he finally answered, “is that you can’t tap out.”

• • • About Penelope Douglas • • •

Penelope Douglas is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Fall Away series.

She dresses for autumn year round, loves anything lemon flavored, and believes there is too much blood in her Coca Cola stream. Or too much Coca Cola in her blood stream. Or…

You know what? It doesn’t matter. She loves Coke. Now you know.

She lives in Las Vegas with her husband and daughter.

Website + Facebook + Twitter + Pinterest + Instagram + Goodreads

• • • Enter the Giveaway • • •

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Unexpected by Jasmine Lee

 

 

Title: Unexpected

Series: Skipping Stones: Book 2

Author: Jasmine Lee

Genre: Contemporary, Erotic

Release Date: October 10, 2015

Cover Design: Sheri McGathy

Models: Bri Jay, Eric Marshall and Erich Steele

Photographer: Tabitha Patterson

 

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Synopsis:

In Emily you got part of my story. But now in Unexpected you get the rest of it.

True, it doesn't go the way I planned and I don't end up with the man I had planned on. But then again, that's why they say to 'expect the unexpected.'

I have a choice to make...

Do I choose my past? Or do I choose a path that is uncertain?

Only time can tell in the end. I have to choose before feelings are hurt and it's too late, causing me to loose everything I hold dear.

Sincerely,
Emily

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Unexpected (Skipping Stones: Book 2)

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“Hey,” I say as I stare out at the water.

“Hey.”

Silence ensues after that for a while as we sit and both reflect on things.

“I’m guessing this was your way of breaking things off?” Conner says finally.

Closing my eyes, I answer, “You and I both know it’s been done for a while Conner.”

“I know. It’s hard for me. You know? I mean I really hoped we could work things out and get back to the way we were before and actually be together.”

I squeeze his hand. “I know. But we’re better off being friends who share two amazing little boys. Our chance came and went, and now we both need to move forward with our lives. With different people this time.”

“You know he’s been in love with you for years, right?”

 

About The Author:

Hey everyone, (Waves)

Well lets see, I could tell ya a grand story full of A-list celebrities but lets face it, that only happens in books. I'm married and have two kiddos a son who is a avid baseball player and a daughter who is very passionate about horses. I was born and raised in a small country town in Deep East Texas. Not playing the POP is like 300 people!! I love writing/reading and taking pictures. All 3 have been long time hobbies of mine.

J.L.

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