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It’s Teaser Time, book nerds!
I’m back to work after a fantastic hurrication (the technical term) in New Orleans and wrapping up edits on O Face which is definitely the sexiest thing I’ve written this year. And obviously a statement like that demands proof, so here’s a a sneak peek for you.
Meet Liam and Cassie… Big personalities in a small town. This is from Liam’s POV:
I got up and wandered closer, reaching for the framed photo and holding it closer to get a better look. And sure as shit, there she was. Cassie fucking Franklin. If that wasn’t her middle name, it should have been. Thick blonde hair that made your fingers itch to grab a handful of it. Full lips that were made for kissing. A body with curves in all the right places and legs for days. But it was the eyes that stopped traffic. Blue as glaciers and just as cold. She was the ice princess that had ruled men’s daydreams and fantasies probably the world over. I’d known her in high school. Okay, “known” was a strong word. Everyone knew Cassie Franklin. But no one really knew Cassie Franklin. In the photo, she stood next to an older man in a gray suit. He was smiling, his shiny, bald head glinting in the sun almost as sharply as the private plane parked behind them. Mr. Franklin himself: CEO of Franklin Industries. On Cassie’s other side stood two other men, both expensively dressed. Both smiling the smile of men with money and a never-ending drive to accrue more of the same. The one closest to Cassie had his arm slung a little low on her waist. Possessive. But something glinted in his eye as his lips curved upward. Something twisted I’d come to recognize in my years facing off with pieces of shit that I was forced to be diplomatic with. Something dark I didn’t like, not with him standing so close to Cassie. But I shrugged it off and when I blinked again, I wondered if I’d just imagined the cruel twist to his smile. Maybe blowing out my eardrums had lost me more than my own balance. The guys back at the dive locker had given me shit about also losing my good sense and maybe they weren’t wrong after all. When I looked again, it seemed less menacing all around. In fact, the whole picture was predictable, and yet nothing about the photo told me a thing about the woman in the center of the group. Cassie Franklin had clearly grown up since high school, but from the shuttered, distant expression on her gorgeous face, she hadn’t changed a bit. Still as untouchable as ever. Had I thought of her when I’d learned it was Franklin’s medical technology and surgeons that had saved my life three weeks ago? Hell yeah I had. Was I thinking of her today when I’d purposely left my little sister at home this morning and come here alone secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of the only girl I’d ever wanted yet never managed to have? Damn right. But one look at the photo, and I knew all the answers to all the questions that had made me wonder about her more times than I wanted to admit over the years. Cassie Franklin was still a frozen wasteland. Unreachable. Untouchable. And despite all that, I still wanted to get my hands on her.
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I have a confession.
I’ve never had an orgasm.
Not for lack of trying. Hell, I even experimented once in college with a girlfriend, but nothing. Nada. Zilch.
I’m pretty sure I’m broken.
That is, until Liam Porter waltzes back into my life.
Cassie Franklin is untouchable. And she wears it well.
Heir to a fortune and heart of fucking stone—I’ve never, not once in the years I’ve known her—seen her smile.
Not that I’ve lost sleep over her while I’ve been rolling in the sheets with every other beautiful girl this town has to offer. Not to mention the women I had during my tour of duty. I’m not exactly pining. Still, Cassie’s always gotten under my skin—all that cool beauty set into a cold stare.
So when her best friend begs me to find out what Cassie’s hiding, I’m more than happy to comply. In fact, this is one covert takedown I’ll actually enjoy.
So why is it that the more I learn about the real Cassie Franklin, the more positive I am—there’s only one expression I want to see grace her features: Her O Face.
And I never back down from a challenge.
Don’t forget, this book is part of the #MeetCute stories, a collection of individual romance books from 12 different authors with one common theme: they all have a Meet Cute scene! Join our Facebook group and hear about the other books in the collection!
(These books are not connected and heat levels vary but they’re all fantastic romance stories!)
Happy reading!
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