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  About Wreck: Kyle can have almost any woman he wants… except the one he wants most.  If he falls for his boss’s daughter, it could be the biggest mistake of his life.  He’s made more than his fair share.  It would ruin his relationship with the man he considers almost a father, and besides, she deserves someone better than him anyway. Kinleigh knows the minute she sees the bartender in her dad’s bar that they are meant to be together.  She’s heard all about his good business head, how trustworthy he is, and how much potential he has… but learning he is also the hottest man she’s ever laid eyes on had cinched the deal.   She might look sweet and innocent, but looks can be deceiving.  She’ll do whatever it takes to show him they belong together. Can they learn that trusting each other is the only way to find happiness? Or will they let prejudices destroy their lives? 

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(Book 1) Crash

(Book 2) Fall

(Book 3) Wreck

  

Kinleigh stops the finger-tapping in order to cross her arms and glare at me.  Her lips are in a tight pucker and her eyes are narrowed, but she is still adorable.  I catch myself fixating on the smudge of lip gloss, fighting the urge to touch it.  

     “Kinleigh…I…”  Fuck.  What the hell can I say that I didn’t already say last summer?

     “Are we still singing this song?” she asks. “My big, bad Daddy won’t approve?  I’m too young for you?  I deserve someone better than you? Blah, blah, blah…  Try a new tune, Kyle.  I’ve heard it all and I’m not impressed.  This is my life, not my dad’s, and I get to choose the people in it.  You are seven years older than me, but we’re both adults and it doesn’t matter.  You have a steady job, a newly acquired college degree, and despite trying to act like you are so tough…you are one of the kindest and most generous men I’ve ever met.  So quit whining and pushing me away!”

     Walking over to her, I stand close enough to touch.  I can actually feel the warmth of her desire and anger and grit my teeth to hold back from closing that last final inch between us.  Wanting her, always wanting her… but knowing it’s better this way, I pull my mouth into the familiar smirk I’ve perfected to hide what I don’t want people to see.  Men read it as cocky and condescending.  Women usually take it as a challenge and try even harder.  But I know Kinleigh.  It will piss her off.  

     Now it’s time for the final touch.  Licking my thumb, I finally wipe the lip gloss from her chin and watch her quick intake of breath.

     “I’m not pushing you away, babe.  I’ll leave with you right now if that’s what you really want,” I whisper as I run my nose up the side of her cheek and breathe into her ear.

     “You will?” she whispers back.  She wants to believe me.  She wants to believe we are finally on the same page, but my expression is enough to create a ripple of skepticism. 

     “Abso-fucking-lutely.  We can go back to my place.” I run my hand lightly down her arm. “We can do every naughty little thing you ever dreamed about and some you’ve never even imagined.”

     “Oh…” I watch her pupils dilate as she swallows hard and her chest begins to rise and fall even faster.

     “We will have lots of fun.” She melts a little more.  “But… if your dad finds out you decided to be one of my girls he will fire my ass. I happen to like my job.  So you keep those pretty little lips sealed.” I place one finger over her lips to emphasize my point. “Got it, Princess?”

     I see when my words fully register.  She jerks away from me in disgust.

     “One of your girls, Kyle?” she hisses.

     “Sure… if that’s what you want, Kinleigh,” I tell her.  “I only accept willing participants.”

     She pulls away and turns her back to me.  “Why are you doing this?”  Every line of her posture betrays her pain. 

      I want to take it all back.  I want to apologize and beg forgiveness.  I’m a complete asshole for trying to make her feel cheap and expendable, but I know it’s for the best.  I’m going to see this through.  One of us has to put an end to the ridiculous dream she has of us ever being something more to each other. 

     “Doing what?  I’m just giving you what you obviously want.  We’ve messed around a few times but no more playing, Kinleigh.  Let’s do this thing and get it out of our system so we can move on.”

     Slowly, she turns back to me.  “Playing?”

     “I get it, okay?  The spoiled princess that wants a hot night with the bad boy her parents wouldn’t approve of.  Fine.  I’ll be your little fantasy and enjoy the benefits of getting a piece of that fine ass.”

     She’s fast.  I don’t see the slap coming but I sure as hell feel it.

     “You are an asshole, Kyle Taylor.”  The low calm of her voice is worse than if she’d yelled.

     “Yes, I am,” I whisper to the now empty room.

  Stacey Brandon & Karen Bell Bio: 

 

Once upon a time, these two hookers became best friends… Stacey Brandon and Karen Bell both live in the same small Texas town on the Gulf Coast, are happily married and the proud Moms of awesome kids.  Stacey owns and runs a photography studio and Karen designs and sews her own children’s clothing line.  They met over fifteen years ago when they decided to turn one large professional space into a single home for both businesses.   Well, that’s all the boring facts expected to be included in an “about the author” page, right?  The reality is so much more fun.  Stacey and Karen and their families spend holidays together, travel together… and generally turn every situation into something crazy and chaotic.  They are both fluent in English, Sarcasm and Profanity and have decided the irrefutable proof of their best friend status is how often people assume they are “together” when in public.  The poor husbands are good sports about it… and might even encourage this misconception at times for sheer entertainment value.   When Karen battled cancer… and kicked its ass… in 2014, they learned to value every day and quit worrying about what others think.  Do what you love!  Karen is happy to take advantage of the situation though.  She loves to remind everyone she “had the CANCER, dammit!”   and now she can always and forever claim the last brownie ;)   

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