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Chapter One

Exes & Hos, May 28th, 2016

 

I’m officially done with men!

Well real, warm-blooded men that is. From now on, the only men who’ll be stealing my heart and giving me big O’s are the fictional type.

I know all of you readers follow my blog to read my book reviews and stay up-to-date on what books are coming out next. But I’m shaking things up a bit today. Today, I’m writing a blog post about my train wreck of a love life.

This, my reader friends, is why I get lost in books. I’m at the point in my life where I’d much rather spend my free hours lost in a book while relaxing on a blanket in Central Park, than waste my time out on a date with a douchebag disguised as my dream boyfriend.

To make matters worse, this time, not only did my boyfriend betray me, but my best friend did, too. Hence the title of this blog post. We’ve been best friends since we met at NYU five years ago, but now I find myself wondering if we were ever really friends. Because what best friend sleeps with your boyfriend?

I felt like I was living out one of those scenes we read in a book, where you see something terrible unfolding before your eyes. You know you should stop reading and save yourself the tears you are certain you’re about to cry. Instead, your stubborn ass says, It’s okay. I can handle it! You foolishly push on, reading, and end up devastated, wishing you went with your gut and put the damn book down.

That is what happened to me last night. We were out at a local pub in town with a group of mutual friends. Jake said he was going out to have a cigarette, while I decided to stay inside with our friends so I could order our drinks. As soon as he stepped outside, I got a text from my best friend saying she was on her way. So I thought, Perfect! We’ll have a fun night out to unwind after a hard week of work and kick off the long holiday weekend.

Not even three minutes later, I step outside to find Jake and give him his beer. I began to feel this knot forming in my stomach as I looked around and didn’t see him in his usual spot getting his nicotine fix.

After searching through the sidewalk full of people hanging out smoking and not finding him, I rounded the corner of the pub, discovering a couple getting pretty fricking hot and heavy in the alley. After a few seconds, it hit me that the guy was Jake and he was playing explore-the-inside-of-some-skank’s-mouth. Not just any skank either… my backstabbing best friend!

I felt like the Wicked Witch of the East in The Wizard of Oz, when Dorothy’s house dropped on her fricking head.

To say I was shocked would be putting it lightly. There are no words I could say that’d truly express to you all what it felt like to witness my boyfriend and my best friend making out like two horned up teenagers before my eyes.

Shit hit the fan real quick.

After a huge fight for all of SoHo to see, I left in a cab, stunned, as the reality of what had just happened sunk in. I found myself wondering how many others there were besides her.

I’m just grateful I always made the asshole wrap it up, because God knows what kind of diseases the manwhore of Manhattan could have.

I don’t know if this is true for any of you out there, or if it’s just me. I’ve found that it’s almost impossible to find a man worth risking your damn heart over. I feel like every guy I meet wants me for only sex. The second things start getting serious, they reveal just how big of a tool they really are and leave you brokenhearted once again.

When it comes to dating, I blame my high expectations on all the ridiculously sexy and swoon-worthy book boyfriends! While out with friends at a restaurant or walking down the streets of New York, I always find myself spotting a sexy bad boy that reminds me of Kellan Kyle, or a deliciously dressed man in a three-piece suit that reminds me of Gideon Cross. Instantly, I’d be falling over myself for these guys and throwing caution to the wind.

The way I look at it is, if they look like my irresistible book boyfriend, maybe I’ll luck out and they’ll also be like them. Fiction, of course, is based on some form of reality. So I’ve held onto that hope that I was possibly going out on a date with my future husband that’d whisk me away on romantic getaways and rock my world in the bedroom every single day.

Sadly, and rather quickly, I’ve learned that men like Kayden Knox and Archer Hale don’t really exist. Sure, there’s a shitload of guys that look like our perfect book boyfriends. There isn’t, however, a large number of insanely good looking men who aren’t complete and total jackasses.

For a while, I was able to overlook the flaws of my current boyfriend, because he had that smile you all know too well—the one they flash that makes you suddenly stupid and turning into a puddle at their feet. Every time I’d start to suspect something wasn’t right, he’d smile at me, say something sweet, and I’d push the worry to the back of my mind. Now I wish I would’ve stopped being so naive.

I’m once again single and drowning my sorrows in a pint of Ben & Jerry’s, while he goes on with his life as if I never even existed. While I, on the other hand, am dissecting every single thing about myself. From my hair, to my weight, to the way I style my hair and my makeup. Why is it we try to find flaws in ourselves when a man breaks our heart? Instead of looking for the flaws in him?

The signs are usually always there; we just don’t see them until it’s too late. Or we do and choose to ignore them, like I’ve done way too many times. With Jake, I chose to ignore the red flags that screamed ‘DOUCHEBAG ALERT’ and instead focused on his skills in the bedroom, and his overly charming personality and smile. Which, in the end, landed me here writing this blog post, ranting about how big of an asshole my ex is.

After having my heart broken for the second time this year—and it is only May!—I’m ready to swear off all men. Unless a guy comes into my life and can show me that charming and ridiculously romantic men truly do exist and not just in my romance novels, then I’m through with dating. It’s too exhausting going through all that us ladies go through when dating a guy, to keep wasting my time on pigs.

So, my fellow bibliophiles, it looks like I’m going to have a lot of free time on my hands now to read. So comment below this blog post suggesting to me the last five-star read you finished. The steamier the better!

I just finished up reading The Blogger Diaries Trilogy by KD Robichaux—where I got the idea for this blog post, and related to it a ridiculous amount!—and currently reading Perfectly Imperfect by the amazingly talented Harper Sloan and LOVING the hell out of it!

I’ll update you all in a few days on how my celibacy is going and what I’m reading next! So suggest away, book besties!

– Christi, AKA Bed Banging Bibliophile

Chapter Two

“Blogging?” Vance asks, rounding the couch and plopping down beside me before snatching the bucket of ice cream out of my hands.

Hitting publish on my blog post, I set my laptop on the coffee table before snatching my ice cream back out of his hands. He simply smiles down at me as the spoon dangles between his lips.

Rolling my eyes at his foolishness, I yank the spoon from his mouth and scoop another spoonful of Coconuts for Caramel, my newest favorite flavor by Ben & Jerry’s.

“Yes. But not my normal book rambling today. I just wrote a blog post telling my followers about the disaster that is my love life. While doing so, I’ve come to the conclusion that I am swearing off men and relationships for the time being.”

Vance kicks his sneaker-covered feet up onto the coffee table and brings his hands to rest behind his head. He’s my roommate and one of my best friends. He’s also the only guy in my life who hasn’t ripped my heart out of my chest and done the Irish Jig on top of it.

His chestnut hair is damp with sweat and his skin is shining with perspiration from the two hours he spent in the gym down the street from our apartment. Raising his eyebrows up toward the ceiling, he gives me a look of surprise. “Really? Serial dater Christi is swearing off men. This is going to be fun to watch. You love being in a relationship too much to stay single.”

Dropping my spoon into the bucket, I drop open my mouth in disgust and slap his chest. “Ugh! I am not a serial dater, and I have been single many times, thank you. I am not one of those needy women who needs a man. I can rock my world all on my own.”

Vance lets out a loud, booming laugh as his hands come down to his mouth and he tries to cover his laughter. “Well, someone is feisty tonight. Now, do tell. How does one rock their own world? You have like a secret stash of assorted dildos or something in that overly pink room of yours?”

I balk in disgust at his brazenness. “I cannot believe you just asked me about my dildo collection!”

His mouth falls open and his eyes grow wide, as he yells out, “Ha! So you are a closet freak with a collection of rubber dicks in your bedroom!”

Jumping off the couch, I hug my tub of ice cream to my chest and try to appear appalled. I don’t get far, because as soon as my ass leaves the sofa, Vance is reaching out, snatching ahold of my wrist, and pulling me back down onto the couch beside him.

“Sit back down. I’m only playing… a little. You aren’t like… a closet sadist or anything, are you? I won’t find ball gags and canes hidden under your bed, will I?”

This time, I slap him harder. “Vance!”

Holding his hands up in defeat, but still wearing a smile that fills his entire face, he chuckles, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Settle it down on the slapping, mmkay? I don’t want to have to try to explain a bruised left pectoral to the guys down at the precinct.”

Fighting the grin threatening to crack across my face when the last thing I want to do is smile right now, I ask, “Why? Don’t wanna have to explain to your buddies that your rubber dick-hoarding roommate beat you, Mr. Big Bad Detective?”

The sound of the buzzer filling the room stops Vance from responding. Instead, he simply shakes his head and continues to laugh as he climbs to his feet to see who’s buzzing our apartment.

“You expecting anyone?” I ask, as he walks over to the pad on the wall and views the screen showing us who’s waiting out on the sidewalk in front of our apartment building.

He glances at me over his shoulder, with a mischievous grin playing on his lips. “Maybe. All I can say is they’re here just in time, because I was seriously becoming scared for my life and for my butt virginity. I feel like we were only a few short seconds away from you dragging me into your bubble gum pink room of pain and shoving a vibrating butt plug up my ass.”

Grabbing a throw pillow off the couch that ironically reads, ‘I’m constantly falling in love with fictional characters’, I whip it across the room at his head and watch as he catches it midair. “Keep it up, Vance, and your virgin butt will have its cherry popped when I shove this spoon straight up your damn ass.”

Ignoring me, he pushes the call button on the wall, and speaks to the person waiting outside, “Come on up—and the faster the better. My virginity depends on it.”

I burst out laughing as I try to eat another scoop of ice scream off of my spoon and start choking.

Coughing and trying to swallow my ice cream, I lick my lips and stare at him in shock as I try to calm myself down. “I cannot believe you just said that!”

The person on the other side of the door barely gets a knock in before Vance is yanking open the door and greeting the kid. He’s holding two plastic grocery bags in his hands and looking a little scared as he glances up at Vance before peering around him as I climb off the couch and pad across the hardwood floors toward them.

“Thank you,” Vance says, taking the bags from him and shoving a few bills in the kid’s hand.

“Wow, thank you,” the kid says, as he stuffs the money into his faded jeans pocket. Slamming the door shut, Vance spins around to face me, holding the bags up in the air between us.

“What is this?” I ask, as I pull one open and see more pints of ice cream, a jumbo bag of assorted candy bars, and, in the other bag, more of my favorite snacks.

Carrying the bags over to the kitchen island, Vance sets them down and begins removing the items, dispensing them onto the marble countertop. Lifting his gaze up to mine, he grins. “This is me being a good friend and getting you everything needed for a girl to get over a break up.”

Like with Sara, I met Vance my freshman year at NYU. He immediately became like my big brother, making sure no one messed with me at frat parties. Since he grew up in the city, on the Upper East Side, he became my official tour guide. He took Sara and me all over the city, showing us the popular attractions and the not-so-well-known hot spots only the locals actually know about.

Vance was attending his fourth year at NYU, majoring in Criminal Justice when we met. I was lost and trying to find my British Literature class when he found me wandering the halls and looking like a deer in headlights. Thankfully, after four years there, he knew the place like the back of his hand and was kind enough to send me in the right direction.

I was shocked to find him waiting outside the doors of the class when I exited the lecture hall. He told me that if I ever wanted an official tour of the school to help me become more familiar with everything, to text him sometime. We exchanged numbers and added each other on Facebook. The rest is history.

Now, he’s a detective with the NYPD, which I hate, even though I know it is one of the most heroic jobs one can do. But it’s still scary thinking when he walks out the door for a shift that something could happen to him.

When we first met, I admit I had a little bit of a crush on him. As did Sara and every other girl at NYU. Sadly, though, he was off the market. He was dating his high school sweetheart, Brynn, who was also attending NYU with him for criminal law. They were seen as the power couple on campus. They had the type of relationship everyone wished for.

So, I took the only option that was available for me. We became really great friends, and even after he graduated, we stayed close. Not to the liking of Brynn, who hated our friendship. But Vance refused to give up our friendship and she learned to live with it. I dated off and on, but nothing too serious. I had one boyfriend that lasted a year, but he was offered a job in Seattle. There was no way I was moving away; New York is my home and where I plan on building my career in the literary world. I could never ask him to turn down his job for me. We were exclusive, but not serious enough that I’d ask him to choose me over an amazing opportunity.

Around the same time all of this was happening, Vance and Brynn were planning their wedding. It was supposed to be the wedding of the season. Vance’s father is one of the most well known and sought after directors on Broadway. So everyone who’s anyone was expected to attend. One night when I was coming back to my apartment on campus after spending all day interviewing for summer internships, I discovered Vance sitting on my living room couch.

He confided in me that night, admitting he wasn’t ready to be married, but there was so much pressure from both his parents and Brynn’s that he felt he had no choice but to marry her. It broke my heart. I was so wrapped up in my own love life and dealing with my boyfriend moving to the other side of the country that I never noticed he was dealing with his own struggles.

We stayed up all night talking about all his doubts and fears. I told him to do what he felt in his heart was right. It was better to be honest with her now while there was still time, rather than wait, get married, and then end up miserable. He admitted that while he loved Brynn, and what they had was special because they were each other’s first love, he wasn’t sure if she was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

He ended up crashing on my couch around three in the morning, which ended up sending Brynn into a mad craze. She showed up at my apartment the next morning around eight a.m., banging on the door so loudly that I’m pretty sure she woke up the entire floor.

She burst into my apartment, throwing around accusations and running me into the ground. Which ended with them fighting and me leaving to give them time to hash everything out. It wasn’t my fight, and I wasn’t going to be dragged into the middle of it, when I had nothing to do with their relationship issues.

After an hour or so, I was sitting inside the Starbucks down the street from campus, scrolling through Facebook, when I noticed Vance strolling in. He had the same swagger and confidence when he pushed through the glass doors. When his 6’2” frame and two-hundred-and-thirty-eight pounds of solid muscle entered the coffee shop, instantly all eyes were on him, but his eyes were focused entirely on mine. I could see what looked like relief in them as he approached my table.

The words that came out of his mouth at that moment were not what I was expecting at all. As soon as his butt hit the wooden seat, he set his phone down on the table and looked at me. His dark brown eyes locked with mine and he muttered four simple words.

“The wedding is off.”

It was literally the last thing I expected him to say. I thought maybe he meant it was postponed while they took some time to really think about this major step in their lives. But that wasn’t the case. I guess Brynn was having doubts herself, but like Vance, felt obligated to see the marriage through and simply try to make it work.

So in a matter of twelve hours, Vance went from sending out save the dates, to breaking off his engagement and becoming a single man. Being the friend that I am, I offered to listen whenever he needed to talk. He was in a dark place for a while after that. He took some time off of work, moved all of his things out of his apartment he shared with Brynn, and retreated to his family’s cabin in Upstate New York with a group of friends.

I understood why he left, but at the same time, I was hurt, because he missed a major moment in my life. I walked the stage, receiving my diploma from NYU, without him in the crowd to cheer me on.

While home with my parents, I received a text from him saying he was back in the city and wanted to get together. Even though a small part of me wanted to be a brat and blow him off, I knew I could never do that to him. I knew deep down that he wouldn’t have left unless he really needed to. But he was back, and that was all that mattered. That night, while we were all out with our friends having drinks and celebrating Vance’s return to the Big Apple, he sprung a huge proposition on me that I was unable to turn down.

He was back home for good and looking for a fresh start. He was moving into a new apartment and wanted me to room with him. It’s not like he needs the money to pay for the place; the guy has enough money from his trust fund he got the day he graduated college to live comfortably the rest of his life, even if he never works a single day of it.

He told me that he knew I’d need a place to live, since I graduated and was trying to find a job in the city. It’s a fortune for even the smallest, dirtiest apartment in the worst part of the city, and trying to find roommates that are not shady and scary is a difficult task.

One year later, our living arrangement is working out great, but our love lives are still a train wreck. He’s casually dated off and on over the last year, but it’s never turned into anything serious. His job takes up a lot of his time, making it almost impossible to have a love life. Girls are needy and don’t like trying to date a man who’s married to his job. With Vance, that’s exactly what it’s like. He pretty much works seven days a week, because even on his days off, he’s working on cases.

I’m working part-time as an assistant to the CEO of Ryan’s Publishing House. For now, I’m running around collecting the woman’s dry cleaning and walking her little dog every hour. I keep telling myself it’s only temporary. One day, I’ll be a senior editor for the biggest publishing house in New York City. Until then, I’ll continue to do the Starbucks runs and pick up doggy doo-doo.

Vance offered to use his father’s pull and get me a better job there, but I refused to be handed a job only because of who I know. I only want to get a job, because I earned it by busting my ass and proving I deserve it. Thankfully, he understood I appreciated the gesture but had to refuse.

I’m blessed to have him in my life and be able to call him my best friend. Especially with everything that’s happened with Sara and Jake. I used to think that Sara, Vance, and I would be friends ‘til the end, but sadly, that isn’t the case. Even though I never once said a thing to Vance about his friendship with Sara, he immediately removed her from his contacts and all social media. He said if she could betray me like she did, then she didn’t deserve his friendship.

Vance was the first person I texted the second my butt hit the seat in the cab last night. I was so hurt and angry. I needed someone to vent to. He was busy, of course, so he couldn’t really talk, since he was working. The second he walked through the door, he pulled me into his arms and let me cry the tears I needed to get out. Once I got that out of my system, I felt a hundred times better. Now, I’ve moved on from the hurt stage to the angry stage. Hence my long-ass blog post ranting about Jake and Sara.

I wouldn’t be so hurt if it was anyone else. But my best friend who I trusted completely? I feel so betrayed. I’m grateful I have Vance. At least I know, no matter what, he’ll always have my back and be there whenever I need him.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t sometimes wonder what if when I think about Vance and me. We work so well together as friends that I sometimes wonder what life would be like if we moved our relationship in that direction. But as quickly as the thought enters my mind, I always push it straight back out.

He’s like my big brother. He doesn’t see me that way. He views me as his little sister he has to protect from the fuck boys of Manhattan. Which I have to let him know he’s failing at miserably. He hates every single guy I date, which in the end I see why, because every relationship ends badly. Either we simply don’t connect, they get too possessive and I can’t deal with that shit, or they get jealous of my relationship with Vance, which is a deal breaker for me.

I will never be forced to choose a man over Vance.

He’s my best friend, and if I’m with a guy, he needs to accept that. Yes, we live together, and no, we don’t have wild animal sex every single time they leave my house.

And yes, that is exactly a response I gave a guy six months ago, when he accused me of sleeping with Vance when he wasn’t here.

I think deep down the main reason I’ve never acted on my feelings toward Vance is because of my fear of failure. Every single relationship I’ve ever had has fizzled out within six months tops. I cherish our friendship too much to risk destroying it. That’s what would happen if we hooked up, and then our relationship would end up crashing and burning. We’d never be able to go back to the way things were. No matter how hard we may try. So the only option is to sit back and suck it up, no matter how hard it is watching him date other girls. It’s the life I chose, to hold onto the friendship we have.

For me, I’ll stick to my book boyfriends.

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My body is shaking right now. I feel as if any second I may end up on the damn floor, embarrassing the hell out of myself.

The moment Dixon walked into the bar, I knew I was screwed. I tried as hard as I could to distract myself and pretend he wasn’t there, but it was physically impossible. I could feel his eyes on me. It made every inch of me tingle from my head to my toes. It was as if I could actually feel the caress against my skin where his eyes had slowly roamed over me as he eyed me from across the room. The bar was humming with energy from us. Even across the room, I could feel his want for me deep in my bones.

Still he ignored me and didn’t once try to approach me, which only infuriates me more. It’s been four days…Four. Freaking. Days…since we’ve seen each other. He bailed on me when I needed him most, leaving before the damn sun had even risen. Then he made zero attempts to reach me.

I don’t know how a man can infuriate me to the point where I want to kick him in the balls so damn hard that he’s fishing them out of his stomach for a week. At the same time, he manages to bring me to the point of practically begging for him to please just fuck me already and put me and my vagina out of our misery!

Everything about us screams danger, but reckless Brooklyn sees the red flags and says, “What’s the worst that can happen?”

I can think of quite a few things that could happen. Both good and bad.

Even though the bad outweighs the good, I find myself doing as Dixon asked. I leave the bar and head directly toward the wall of elevators where he told me to wait for him. Not wanting to look like an idiot hanging around the lobby, I pull up my Facebook and scroll through reading the nightly bullshit people post. It’s crazy how much dirty laundry is aired on Facebook. Who needs soap operas when you have As Facebook Turns?

I hear heavy footsteps behind me and my arms tingle with the familiarity of Dixon as he approaches me. I know it’s him without even having to turn around. But I don’t give it away. I ignore him until he’s standing right beside me.

His hand finds the small of my back, causing a sharp intake of breath as I try to calm my racing heart. This man sets my body on fire by just being in the same proximity of me. The electric charge I feel between us every time we’re around each other is completely insane. It only intensifies with each passing moment we spend together.

I feel him lean into me and brush his lips against my ear while gently pushing my hair back, exposing my neck with the bridge of his nose. The cool air mixed with his warm breath causes goosebumps to prickle my skin. He smells like Dixon and Jack Daniels, a lethal concoction.

With his free hand, he hits the call button for the elevator. I try to keep my eyes locked on the digital numbers as they count down. I’m grasping at straws here as I try to stay strong and not instantly melt into him. I want him to work for what he wants, especially after the way he’s treated me the last few days…as if I don’t even exist. Now because he sees me being flirty with a stranger, he suddenly wants me. Go figure.

“You don’t know how happy I am that you climbed off that barstool and came out here to wait for me. Because even though it’s the last thing I wanted to do, I would’ve resorted to physically removing you from that bar. My dick is as hard as fucking stone right now from just thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you tonight.”

A tingle trickles along my spine that causes me to shiver. As I feel his hand slide slowly down my back and come to a stop on my butt, a slight gasp escapes my lips. Not caring that we’re in the middle of a hotel lobby, he gives my butt a firm squeeze. I hear a low rumble resonate in his chest as I jump slightly from the ding of the elevator opening. A few people scramble out. Not wasting a second, Dixon drags me into the elevator. I spin on my heels and see we’re not alone. There are two older gentlemen joining us for the elevator ride.

I lean into him whisper-yelling into his ear, “Are you drunk?!?”

“Yup, and you know what that means, baby. It’s gonna be a long night.” He smiles smugly at me winking as he plucks his room key from his pocket and slides it into the wall of the elevator. He presses the floor for Kayden’s and his secluded penthouses. The other two men select floors six and fourteen. This is going to be torture being locked in an elevator with a drunk and horny Dixon along with two old guys.

When Dixon’s drunk, I swear he has the best stamina of any man I know. His dick stays rock hard for hours, giving me endless hours of mind-blowing, toe-curling sex. Just thinking about it has my pulse racing.

Never removing his arm from my body Dixon holds me against his side while casually checking the email on his phone. My eyes remain locked onto the numbers once again as I wait for us to be alone. It then dawns on me: What if others get on before we hit our floor?

Normally, I couldn’t care less that I’m in an elevator with other people. I’ve practically dry humped my dates in worse situations. There’s just something about Dixon that puts me on high alert. I don’t know if it’s the feeling of being completely out of control when I’m with him that terrifies me. But there’s definitely something about him lately that has slightly knocked me off my game.

I suddenly feel Dixon’s lips against my ear once again, and I bite on the inside of my cheek as I try to keep myself in control.

“I’m going to finger you right here, right now, and you’re going to be completely quiet. If you can do that, I’ll have you screaming as I rock you with one hell of a fuckin’ orgasm before we hit the penthouse floor.”

Holy. Shit.

I glance around nervously at the two men who are lost, like most of our society, in the world of the cell phone. Both of their eyes are glued to their small glowing screens, oblivious to what’s transpiring just a few feet behind them. I feel Dixon’s hand slide to the hem of my dress that stops just a few inches below my butt. I push closer to him, trying to be sure that no one can see what’s happening behind me. My eyes wander up to the security camera in the corner of the car watching all of us. I swallow hard and tell myself Dixon probably does this all of the time, so he most likely has Kayden’s security team on speed dial for when he has these transgressions.

For some reason unknown to me, I actually feel jealousy bubbling in the pit of my stomach as I think about all of the women he’s done this to. Possibly in this very elevator car!

I close my eyes and count to ten.

Get your Goddam shit together, Brooklyn.

This isn’t you. You don’t get jealous…ever.

You love life simple. Drama free. And especially uncomplicated sex.

“Fuck! You ain’t wearing any panties.” Dixon hisses into my ear, as his fingers slide deliciously slowly in and out of me, practically causing my knees to give out.

I brace my back against the wall and grip the metal bar behind me for support. It’s taking every ounce of self-control I have to stay quiet, but it isn’t working. Dixon never specified if he wanted me to only not make any sexual noises giving away our dirty little secret or no noise at all. I begin humming I Knew You Were Trouble by Taylor Swift, which I’ve had stuck in my head all night after hearing it on the radio on my way over to the hotel. I thought it then, and I’m definitely thinking it now; this song is perfect for the guy who has his fingers deep inside of me in a public elevator!

“What are you doing?” His voice has an edge to it that sends a shiver down my spine that, at the same time, makes my sex clench around his fingers.

I turn my head toward him with a small smirk playing on my lips, and I tell him nonchalantly, “Humming…”

His fingers leave me suddenly, but he doesn’t remove them from between my legs. Instead he runs his fingers between my lips, spreading my arousal up to my clit before he begins torturing me in the best kind of way. His fingers are going fast in a circular motion while pressing firmly against my clit before changing pace to slow and gentle.

I feel as if I’m about to lose my mind. I want to throw him against the wall, jump up, wrap my legs around him as I dig my fingers into his scalp, and demand he fuck me until we both collapse with exhaustion, up against the elevator walls. The elevator slows to a stop before the doors ding and slide open. Gentleman number one exits, and I breathe a sigh of relief when no one else joins us on this stop.

As I feel my orgasm inching closer and closer, I begin to panic.

How in the hell am I not going to make noise and not completely embarrass myself in front of this old dude in front of us? Has Dixon lost his freaking mind?!

I squeeze my legs together, trying to fight the tingling sensation overtaking my body. My gaze keeps shifting from the guy to the ascending numbers on the elevator panel, then to the security camera and back around again. My breathing is quickening, and my eyelids begin to flutter as I feel the inevitable about to happen. My knees quiver, and my body gently quakes as I come hard against Dixon’s fingers as he continues to push and rub at my clit, making my eyes practically roll into the back of my head. I bite so hard on my bottom lip, trying to muffle my moans I taste blood, but like the good girl I’m trying to be, I keep quiet and continue to hum to Taylor Swift.

I can’t believe that I just climaxed in an elevator with a complete stranger a foot away from me who’s totally oblivious to what just occurred behind him. The elevator slows to a stop again, and the doors slide open. Not wasting a beat, the guy quickly exits the elevator, never removing his eyes from his phone.

The second the doors slide shut, I melt into the wall and let out a loud sigh before snapping my head towards Dixon. I’m too sated at the moment to move, or I’d smack him upside the damn head.

“What the hell is the matter with you?” I attempt to yell at him, but it comes out breathy and sounding like I just ran a marathon while having a vibrating dildo jammed up my fucking vagina.

A cocky grin spreads across Dixon’s face as his lips curl up at the corners.

God those lips.

They were put on his face just for me to suck, bite and kiss. I swear.

I squeeze my eyes shut.

Focus, Brooklyn!

“Don’t fight it, baby. You know you just had one of the best orgasms of your life. Relish in it. Believe me, the ‘just fingered in public’ look really suits you. You’re glowing.”

What an ass. A hot ass. But still an ass.

“There are cameras in here you know…not to mention…two complete strangers! What the hell were you thinking doing that?!? What if one of them turned around while I was orgasming against your damn hand? That would’ve been mortifying!”

“But they didn’t. No sense in stressing over ‘what ifs’? Who cares about cameras? Kayden owns the hotel. They know us both well enough to know that we sometimes behave inappropriately. The proof is always erased.”

Finally gaining some control once again over my body, I turn towards him. I push against his chest, but barely make him move an inch, “You are a pig! You know that, right? You act like fingering a woman in an elevator is as normal as brushing your teeth in the morning!”

He bring his right hand up to his face and sniffs his fingers before happily, or more like smugly, saying, “Mmm…sweet as honey.”

I shake my head at his stupidity, but also clench my thighs together because that was so damn hot.

“You ain’t foolin’ anyone, Brooklyn. I know you. I know you are just as wild as I am. You can’t tell me you haven’t done sexual acts in public because then you’d be lying.”

I purse my lips and fall back against the elevator wall. “So what? There’s a difference from getting hot and heavy in an elevator alone with a guy compared to doing something like that while there are other people in here. And I’ve gone a little too far in clubs, but dammit, Dixon! It’s dark in there, and people can’t see my face all flushed and hear me moaning uncontrollably!”

He lets out the sexiest chuckle as he cups his dick through his slacks. “Believe me Brooklyn. I will never hear Taylor Swift again without imagining your face as you come.”

“Thanks to you, I’ll never hear that song either without remembering the most mortifying moment of my life.”

Dixon moves so fast that I have zero time to react. Within mere seconds, he’s in my face pinning my body against the elevator and cupping my neck with his hand leaving me completely at his mercy.

“There you go trying to lie to me again. I see straight through you, Brooklyn. You’re like clear glass exposing every thought and every feeling to me. I know it, and you know it. What happened in this elevator, not one minute ago, was the most exhilarating thing you’ve ever done. The fear of one of them or both turning around and discovering what I was doing to you turned you on more than you’ve ever been turned on before. You’re still so worked up that I bet, with just the flick of my tongue on that sweet little bud of yours, that you’d be coming all over again.”

Well, um. Okay. If I thought I was hot and bothered before, I’m now molten freaking lava melting into a puddle of scorching hot desire screaming to be graced with another orgasm.

Without saying a word, Dixon spins and slams his hand hard against the emergency stop button, causing the elevator to come to a halt. He then kneels down onto his knees while never taking his eyes off of mine.

My heart sounds like thunder booming across the night sky as it pounds forcefully against my ribs. I grip onto the metal pole so hard that I imagine my knuckles are now pure white. I cannot believe we’re doing this. Fifteen minutes ago I was telling myself I had to get used to never being able to experience another Dixon orgasm ever again, and now here I am getting ready to enjoy my second one in a matter of minutes.

He grips my thighs and slowly runs his hands along my outer thighs, pushing the hem of my dress up until I’m fully exposed to him. His hands leave a sizzling path of heat over my skin as they trail along my body.

The second his tongue slides between my lips and slashes against my sensitive bud, I curse out loud taking advantage of having the space to ourselves. I want him to hear what he does to me. I want my cries of ecstasy as he racks my body with multiple orgasms to haunt him in his dreams and torture him throughout his days.

“Ohh God! Fuck, Dixon! I’m going to cream all over your tongue if you do that one more time!”

Stopping, he squeezes my ass with the palms of his hands and beams up at me with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, “Is that a promise?”

Rolling my eyes, I squeeze my thighs against his bulging biceps and slam my head against the wall as the throbbing increases, and my body starves for a Dixon induced euphoric high. “Yes. Now please finish what you started, or I swear to God, Dixon…”

“I love it when you get all bossy on me.” He says with an amused tone before cupping his mouth over my mound. He begins sucking hard while swirling his tongue around my clit as he slides two fingers into my dripping wet pussy. My head is spinning and within two seconds, I’m screaming out in pleasure as another orgasm tears through my body. I’m shaking against his mouth and conjure up every ounce of strength in me to keep myself upright.

“Oh my God….oh my God…” My moans fade into a blur of words that are incomprehensible. I don’t know where each cry of bliss starts and ends. They simply flow together like the melody of a song.

As fast as our moment of bliss happened, it ends as Dixon’s phone dings, causing him to jump to his feet. He digs it out of his pocket as I adjust my dress, pulling it back down into place.

Without saying a word, he hits the emergency button once again and the elevator jerks back to life and begins ascending toward Kayden’s and his penthouse suites. Both penthouse suites are two levels and overlook Houston. They are definitely living in luxury at this place.

He types a text before stuffing his phone back in his pocket and then comes to rest next to me leaning against the wall casually as if he didn’t just give me two orgasms.

The second the elevator comes to a stop, and the doors open, I practically run out of the elevator. The air in there was getting so thick on the last few floors of the elevator ride, that I swear it was almost impossible to take a single breath.

Dixon takes two steps towards me before wrapping his arms around my waist and walking me in the opposite direction of which I usually go…right towards his suite.

I feel like Alice in Wonderland right now, and it’s as if just fell through the rabbit hole. Now I’m following the troublesome rabbit into Wonderland. I’ve wondered what it’d be like to go there and experience one more night with him. Now I’m about to find out. For some reason, I find myself wondering if I’m about to get myself in so deep that there will be no possible way to ever get back to the reality I’ve always known, or if I’ll want to know.

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PROLOGUE:

When I ‘divorced’ my parents at seventeen, I decided to move from Lanesboro, Minnesota to Arden, South Carolina to start my new life. With the help of a caseworker I was able to discover I had an aunt here in Arden, who was willing to take me in and give me a place to live while I went to community college.

After everything I’ve been through, Minnesota was the last place on earth I wanted to be. The idea of escaping the cold, blistering winters for warm and sunny beaches in South Carolina was a hell of a lot better.

You’re probably wondering why I divorced my parents rather than just sticking it out and finishing up high school there, then be on my way to an independent life, away from my mother and father.

Most people might think I was some rebellious child who didn’t want to have to be told what to do by mommy and daddy. But trust me, I would rather be living in a house with loving parents, who set rules, make me do my homework, and eat my vegetables, while trying to deal with normal teenage attitude and rebellious behavior.

Believe me, that was so not my life—not even close.

I divorced my so-called mom and dad—if they even deserve to be called that—because they were drug-addicted, abusive assholes who made my life a living hell.

Even when I think back to my earliest childhood memory, there are no happy memories. I’ve had to deal with abuse and neglect from the moment I entered this world.

My father was a ragging alcoholic, who couldn’t control his temper no matter how hard he tried. My mom was never home. My dad was too busy drinking himself into oblivion in front of the television to care. So, I spent my entire childhood alone, fending for myself. I used to watch the Matilda movie over and over again on the tiny television I had in my bedroom. Like Matilda, I always wished I’d one day be saved from a loveless home and get my happily ever after.

Sadly, that never happened.

Whenever my mother did finally come home, she would just lock herself in her room doing god only knows what. By the time I started high school things with my parents began to intensify. They went from pretending I didn’t exist, to then believing I was the reason for all of their problems. As they slipped further into addiction, my situation became worse.

The mental and physical abuse I was enduring on a daily basis, soon became apparent to teachers at my school. They noticed how withdrawn I was; how what little clothes I did have were ragged and didn’t fit properly. But it wasn’t until my father began to slip up and leave bruises in visible areas that something was finally done.

One day I was pulled from class and taken to the guidance counselor’s office where I met the school’s child therapist. Over the course of a week, they talked with me and jotted down details I gave them about my family life.

I guess even though it seemed like a little too late and the system failed me by not helping me sooner, it could’ve been worse. I could’ve been one of those kids who slipped through the cracks and never get the help they desperately need.

A few days after speaking with the councilor and therapist, I was greeted by a case worker from Child Protective Services, who informed me that I would not be returning home after school. I’d instead be going straight to a temporary foster home.

I was grateful to be placed in a nice home with an elderly couple who lived near my school. Things were going good; my grades were improving. Then everything changed. One day my case worker showed up at my foster parent’s home to inform me that I would be returning back to my parents.

I was in complete shock. I never in a million years thought I’d be going back there. But I was informed they had completed rehab, were attending narcotics and alcohol anonymous. They took parenting classes and were doing better. Both even holding down steady jobs for the last three months.

The thing is my parents could tell me they were better and all that shit, and preach to the world that they had received the wakeup call they needed when I was taken away from them. But I wouldn’t believe it until I saw it with my own two eyes.

I was only back home maybe two months before things started going downhill again. They’d put on a show for the case worker every month when she came to check in on us and follow up. But slowly all the changes they had both made became a thing of the past as their old habits reared their ugly heads.

My father began drinking again, and my mother was gone all the time working, and then off somewhere scoring drugs after work.  Once she came home, she passed out and pretended that her life wasn’t a shit show all over again, since she had ‘worked so hard’ to move past her problems to better herself and her family.

I thought that the constant verbal abuse and beatings were the worst things I would ever go through. Boy was I ever so wrong.

After six months of me being home, and a few months shy of my seventeenth birthday, my life finally hit rock bottom. My dad was laid off and my mother’s drug habit was taking up what little money we had. If it wasn’t for the food stamps we received from the government, we would’ve starved. More than a few times we were close to having the power turned off, but somehow mom always managed to come up with the money just in time.

So many times, I wanted to speak up to our case worker, tell her that this happy family act my parents put on for them was nothing but a joke. But I knew it was a waste of time. I’d be removed long enough to get settled in somewhere before they were all better again, and I was back in this hell of a life all over again.

The only thing helping me through each day was knowing I only had one more year until I graduated and could get the hell out of that house and town.

I never thought in a million years my life could get any worse. Until the night my innocence was torn away from me.

I was sitting in my room trying to do homework and drown out the screaming match going on outside of my bedroom door with the radio sitting on my bed stand beside me.

Suddenly the screaming stopped as I heard the voice of someone else entering as the front door slammed shut with a loud thud, causing the entire house to shake. I thought maybe my mom or dad had left and I’d actually get to fall asleep without the sound of their argument pouring in through my bedroom wall. Sadly, that wasn’t the case. No, instead my worthless piece of shit parents were still there. No one had left, instead someone else arrived at our house. The second he appeared in my doorway I recognized him. I’d seen the man a few times come by when we were strapped for cash. He’d disappear with my mother into her bedroom and come out a few minutes later, would fill my dad’s hand with a stack of cash and then be on his way. I was sixteen, I was far from naive, so I knew exactly what was going on. My mother was sleeping with him for money. It was sickening to think my father not only approved of it but encouraged it.

I didn’t think they could sink any lower until that night.

That night the little piece of innocence I had left was stolen from me and I never once received a single ounce of remorse from either one of them. What I thought would be a onetime thing, turned into a weekly occurrence. The first time he raped me I fought back, and got a black eye and bruised jaw because of it. I learned quickly it was better to lie there, let my mind drift off to a safe place and wait for it to be over, rather than try to fight it.

Slowly I began to slip into a dark depression. I hated school because I had no friends. I couldn’t focus on the curriculum because of all the shit going on in my life, yet I got up every morning and went because it was my escape from the hell I was living. Even if it was only for a few hours.

Things got so bad that I became suicidal. The thought of living there for even another day, let alone one more year was too much. I would rather be dead than have to live one more day in the hell my parents had created for me.

I went into school one day, locked myself in a bathroom stall and downed an entire bottle of pills I’d stolen from my mother. I sat on the floor, propped against the door and slipped into what I thought would be the last sleep I’d ever take.

I guess a teacher discovered me in there while checking the bathroom for smokers after the bell rang. I awoke hours later in a hospital room, with a tube down my throat and monitors hooked up to my body.

The doctor said a few more minutes and I would’ve been dead. When I started to cry, they thought it was because I was relieved that I was still alive. In reality  I wept that day because I didn’t die. I wasn’t free. I was so close to escaping the pain and the abuse, only to fail.

All thanks to fricking smokers and teachers with nothing better to do than hunt them down and send them to detention.

I spent a week in the hospital recovering from my overdose. While there I was visited by my social worker, Mrs. Hart, who for the life of her couldn’t understand why I would try to kill myself rather than go to her for help. I had nothing left to lose, and knew there was no way in hell I was going to allow them to send me back to my parents’. So, I decided to tell her everything. She sat quietly, tears streaming from her eyes as she watched me cry while I unloaded everything on her. Along with the reasoning as to why I never asked for help.

My life finally changed for the better at that moment. Mrs. Hart promised me I’d never have to go back, and spent the next few hours sitting beside my bed, explaining the process of emancipation to me.

She agreed to help me become emancipated from my parents, if I promised to seek professional help with my depression and talk to a therapist about everything I’ve been through. So as soon as I was discharged from the hospital, I was admitted into a small rehab facility for teens. I lived there for six months, where I was home schooled, attended therapy sessions daily, one on one with a psychiatrist, followed by group sessions with other teens like me each day.

The day I left the treatment center I set out on the path to gaining my freedom.

Mrs. Hart helped me get back into the same foster home I was in before. Mr. and Mrs. Brown were happy to have me back with them, but understood it was only temporary. They were simply a stepping stone toward my independence. Soon after moving back in with them, I earned my license, got a job at the small grocery store a few blocks away, and spent the next four months saving up every dime I made while working on graduating a year early.

By June, I had my diploma and enough money to travel to South Carolina to live with my aunt. The final step was getting legally divorced from my so-called parents. Thankfully they knew I was never coming back, and would sit in the foster care system for a few more months until I was legally released into the world as an adult. So, with little fight, they agreed to grant me my emancipation by signing the papers and finally giving me what I’d wanted for as long as I could remember.

Freedom.

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Prologue

 

The first time I saw him was on July 28th 1998. I was celebrating my 6th birthday at my grandmother’s house in Osterville, Massachusetts with my family. I don’t remember a lot about that day, but the one thing I do remember was his eyes. They were as gray as a thundercloud during a summer storm over the ocean and as electric as the bolts that shoot out of the sea.

My grandmother’s backyard sits by the Atlantic Ocean. She lives on Sea View Avenue, a large island that is part of Cape Cod filled with beautiful sprawling, historical homes that have been in many families for hundreds of years. My grandfather and my father own McAllister Fishing & Co. which is one of the most successful Lobster companies in all New England with the business now expanding from Massachusetts up to Maine.

I remember my father telling me I could go for a sailboat ride as soon as we finished blowing out my candles and opening my gifts. I couldn’t care less about my presents. All I cared about was spending the afternoon on my family’s sailboat with my favorite person—my father.

Ever since I was born, my mother swore I was a daddy’s girl. Always wanting my father to rock me to sleep, play with me, and kiss all my boo boos. Even now at the age of twenty-two I have my father wrapped around my finger. I wouldn’t change it for the world.

As soon as I got the okay, I was changing out of my party dress and into my new sailing outfit: a pair of Bermuda shorts, a crisp white polo tank top that looked even brighter against my dark tanned skin, and my new pink sparkle sequin boat shoes that my parents had just given me for my birthday.

Before long my dad, my mom, and me were out in the middle the ocean with the sail open wide and gliding perfectly across the water. My parents surprised me by giving me one last gift while out on the boat. When I tore open the tiny box I squealed with glee as I popped open the tiny jewelry box and found a tiny nautical themed charm bracelet. I remember sitting on the seat staring at the bracelet as the wind and salt water whipped against my warm skin. I was staring at the tiny anchor, starfish, and sailboat charms lost in my own little world when my perfect day turned into one of the scariest days of my life.

Without warning an afternoon thunderstorm rolled in taking us all by surprise. The clouds were dark and thick as they moved in, taking away the blue skies and bright sunshine we were enjoying moments ago. In its place was high winds, causing the boat to rock about over the large waves that began crashing against the boat. My father tried to steer it back toward shore but a six-foot wave crashed over the boat sweeping me away.

Everything happened in a blur. My memory of what happened after that is jumbled, but I remember screaming for my parents as the water crashed over my tiny body, throwing me across the boat. I hit my head before falling overboard into the water. I remember everything going black and being very cold. The sound of my parents’ voices carried over the water as they shouted to me. I felt strong arms wrapping around my waist and pull me tightly against their chest. My lifejacket raised up to my face making it hard for me to see anything besides water and lightening as it cracked across the sky.

I was crying and yelling for my mom and dad as blood trickled down my head. As I looked up to see who was pulling me toward the boat, I kicked my feet and was met by gray, stormy eyes that were cold, yet comforting at the same time. He whispered down at me, “You’re going to be alright, Lucy.” I don’t know why but I believed him. A stranger who I’ve never seen before in my life, nor did I know where he appeared from, but I believed him when he promised me I would be okay.

Before I could ask him who he was he vanished into thin air. I felt my father swim up beside me as I floated alongside the side of our sailboat as it rocked fiercely against the massive waves crashing around us. He scooped me up with the help of my mother and whisked me into the cabin below to safety. I laid in my mother’s arms trying to get warm as she hummed a song I can’t remember, trying to distract me from the howling wind and crashing waves threatening to toss us all into the sea.

As I laid there with the eyes of the stranger lingering in the back of my mind, I asked my mother about the man who was in the water with me and held me safely until Daddy reached me. She told me it must’ve been a figment of my imagination, a side effect from hitting my head. But I didn’t miss the flicker of awareness in her eyes as I asked her about the strange man.

My father stayed up on deck fighting the storm like the master sailor that he is. After an hour of battling the rough waters, we finally made it back to safety as we docked the boat at my grandparents’ house. Of course, as we sailed the boat back to shore, the dark storm clouds rolled away into the distance and slowly the sunshine began to break free from the darkness and shine its warmth down on us once again.

After getting looked over by my grandmother who was a nurse, I spent the rest of my birthday lying in bed dreaming about raging oceans and dark, stormy gray eyes.

Eyes that would haunt me for the next sixteen years.

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Chapter One

 

 

May 2014

 

“Congratulations class of 2014! You are now officially Boston College graduates!” Jumping to my feet along with all the other students around me, we grab our graduation caps and toss them into the air. My ears ring from the celebratory cheers that fill the large sprawling courtyard beside the massive university.

I look around at the sea of black gowns and grinning smiles and let this moment sink in. Four long years of hard work and way too much partying has come to an end. My college years are officially over. Now life is going to consist of job hunting and then adulting. It feels as if these last four years blew by in a blink of an eye.

I’m filled with mixed emotions of excitement, sadness, fear and relief as I look around at my friends and let it sink in that this is the last time we’ll see each other.

We’ll promise to keep in touch & get together again, but the reality of it is we’re all heading into different directions in life. Our careers are going to send us all into new paths which sadly doesn’t include each other.

Arms wrap around me from every direction as my friends attack me, yanking me into a massive bear hug consisting of eight arms that squeeze me tightly.

“We did it!” Sophie cheers as she pulls me against her chest and bounces with excitement causing my head to rattle around on top of my shoulders.

Malory, Talen, and Rory all join in as their words bounce around me as does their bodies. “Time to celebrate! We’re officially done with morning class, term papers, and grumpy ass professors!” Rory shouts as everyone breaks apart and stares in awe at one another.

I let out a light sigh and smile as I try to push away the negative thoughts and instead focus on the excitement of today. I want to be happy, but it’s hard to be when I know after today all our lives are changing. Malory is heading to New York City for an internship at an art gallery in SoHo. Talen is flying back to his parents’ home in Arizona to spend the summer there while he begins his job search. Rory is flying to Florida with her boyfriend for a week-long getaway before returning to her parents’ farm in Arkansas. Sophie, who’s been my best friend since the first day I stepped foot on this campus, is staying in Boston and already has a job lined up at a private preschool. While I’ll be flying to Chicago to see my boyfriend of six years. We were high school sweethearts, and somehow we made the long-distance relationship thing work, even with him attending college in Chicago and me in Boston.

If I said it’s been easy, I’d be lying. There were many times I let the thought cross my mind to end things with him. It was hard going out on weekends with my friends watching them have fun with their boyfriends while I was the odd man out sitting alone. We video chatted and constantly texted back and forth throughout the day, always making sure we knew we were thinking about one another, but it didn’t make the fact that we were living two completely different lives any easier.

There’s been temptations for both of us. I can honestly say for myself I’ve never acted on any of the advances I’ve received from guys over the course of these last four years. Ethan swears to me every day that he’s remained faithful to me, even though it’s extremely hard to believe. I’ve watched so many couples try to make long distance work and in the end, most them crashed and burned due to one or the other cheating after a night of too much partying. I believe Ethan. He’s always allowed me to have access to all his social media never keeping anything from me. Which helped greatly with me not feeling so insecure about him being in Chicago and me in Boston.

Somehow we’ve found a way to make it work. We beat the odds and are ready to take the next step in our lives together.

How we survived four years living pretty much separate lives I’ll never know. Every time I’d have one reason why we shouldn’t work and why we should walk away from each other, there’d be all the reasons why we should fight to make it work and it always helped us get through the tough times.

He’s also graduating this weekend so he wasn’t able be here today for my ceremony, but he’s flying in Monday and then driving with me to Osterville to my grandparents’ beach house for my graduation celebration.

“Let’s take one last selfie together.” Holding my phone out in front of us we all cram together as we try to fit everyone in the picture. “To best friends and the best memories!” I shout before smiling. Everyone shouts around me before striking their best pose, and I snap the picture. We do one more making silly faces before finally shuffling out of the aisle and parting ways as we try to find our family who’ve come to watch us all graduate today.

I spot my mom and dad immediately. I break into a run as I sprint across the grass toward my parents. Seeing their familiar faces lifts my spirits. I noticed my crazy father while up on stage as he stood up waving at me and whistling as he snapped a million pictures of me receiving my diploma. No words can explain how it feels to graduate from the school my parents attended together and fell in love at. The day I received my acceptance letter was one of the rare occasions I witnessed my father cry. Of course, he claimed he had allergies as his eyes watered and he rubbed at them. But the amused smirk on my mother’s lips let me know she wasn’t buying it any more than I was.

“Congratulations, sweetheart! We are so proud of you!” my father says joyfully as he wraps me into a hug and lifts my feet off the ground.

A slight squeal escapes my lips.

My father towers over me by a good foot, and he’s built like a house. All from the years of sailing and working on fishing boats he’s had. His eyes sparkle down at me as the lines from age and the years in the sun crinkle around the corners of his eyes.

“Thanks, Daddy.” I giggle as I hook my arms around his neck and press a kiss to his cheek.

As soon as my feet reach the ground once again as my father finally releases me from his embrace, I turn to my mom who’s holding a bouquet of flowers and a card. “The flowers are beautiful. Thank you.” Reaching out I take the flowers and bring them to my nose and inhale deeply.

My mother wraps me in a hug and holds me as she cries softly into my black curls that are pulled into a side ponytail at the nape of my neck. “I’m so proud of you, honey. I know if Grandma and Grandpa could be here right now they’d tell you the same thing.”

Tears sting my eyes at the mention of my grandparents. My grandfather who was my hero growing up passed away two years ago from pancreatic cancer. My grandmother passed away a few short months later in her sleep. They said it was a massive heart attack and that she felt no pain—I felt deep in the pit of my belly that she died from a broken heart.

Like my parents, my grandparents shared a love so strong that even after sixty years of marriage they still walked along the beach holding hands, and my grandfather would write her the sweetest little love notes every day. I use to love when I slept over on occasions, waking up and searching with my grandmother for her love note. During the spring, he’d leave a flower from the garden with the sweet note proclaiming his love for her. In the summer, she’d find tiny sea shells from the shore lying with one.

In her bedroom still lies a trunk filled with her gifts she collected over the sixty years they spent together. Dried flowers, sea shells, lace gloves, brooches and many other trinkets he collected on his trips for her.

It’s going to be hard returning to their house. My mother inherited it after my grandmother passed. Her and my father use it as a summer home and live up in the suburbs of Cape Cod closer to my father’s office. He took over my grandfather’s business, and since his passing my father’s managed to make it grow bigger and more successful which is an astounding accomplishment, especially during these difficult economic times.

“I miss them so much. I’d give anything to have them here,” I confess softly as my mother releases me and backs away before forcing a smile across her perfectly red painted lips.

My mother is beautiful. With the same violet colored eyes as me and raven black hair, her skin is flawless making her look more like my sister rather than my mother. We inherited the olive colored skin and dark hair from my grandfather. But our mystical violet eyes that my father claims bewitched him the moment he saw my mother that day out front of their American literature class, we got from my grandmother.

“No more tears or sad talk from here on out. You hear me, ladies?” My father tells us matter-of-factly as he drapes his arms across our shoulders and walks us toward my group of friends who have gathered a few feet away taking pictures in their cap and gowns.

“Deal,” I laugh as I blink up at him pushing my tears away. “Now let’s go take the gazillion pictures I know you’re dying to take, Daddy.”

 

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With the last boxes in our arms, Sophie, Ethan, and I make our way down the stairs of my apartment to my Kia Sorento parked out front.

I give the apartment one more quick glance before shoving the box into to back of my car.

I’ve shared this apartment with Sophie and Talen for the last two years. I didn’t think I’d be this sad leaving my best friend and the place we’ve called home since the beginning of our junior year.

Sophie already has two new roommates lined up to take over the now two vacant rooms now that Talen is back in Arizona and I’m heading to Chicago next week.

“Well, that’s the last of it.” Slamming the tailgate shut, Ethan looks from me to Sophie before settling his cobalt blue eyes back onto me. Shoving his hand into the pocket of his jeans he pulls my keys out. “I’m going to wait for you in the car…give you two a chance to say goodbye to one another.” He gives us a sympathetic smile before disappearing around the side of the car.

As soon as we hear the drivers side door shut, Sophie lets her shoulders sag. “I can’t believe you’re really leaving. You can still change your mind you know.”

Her words come out slow and filled with sadness. We’ve had this coversation a few times over the last few weeks leading up to graduation. She doesn’t understand with Ethan having a degree in sports broadcasting why he insists on us settling down in Chicago. Massachusetts is the home of the Red Socks, the Boston Celtics, New England Patriots and the Boston Bruins. I tried to explain to her that Chicago is where he wants to be. He was offered a great position broadcasting the sports for the biggest news station in Chicago thanks to his father who’s an ex-NFL player. He’s now retired but has a lot of connections in the sports world.

I can find a graphic design job anywhere. He can’t find an opportunity like this in just any city with a starting salary like they’re offering him.

“I promise to come see you see you every time I fly in to visit my parents. You’re going to be so busy chasing a classroom full of four-year-olds I doubt you’ll even have time to miss me.”

Rolling her eyes, she blows a puff of air out between her lips that pressed into a straight line across her face. “All I know is you better not throw your dreams away once you get out to that stupid Windy City, rushing into marrying him and popping out a dozen kids. I expect to see you working for one of the richest Fortune 500 companies designing their brilliant and million-dollar deal worthy advertising.”

That’s another conversation we had recently. Whether I thought Ethan would be popping the big question soon. Especially since he asked me to move to Chicago and be with him.

I don’t know what Ethan wants or where our relationship is going. We spent the first two years of our relationship as young, hormonal teenagers, and then the last four years as lovers who saw each other during school holidays and summer breaks. We’ve never had a real relationship with trials and tribulations that would make me say—Yes, this is my soul mate and the man I want to grow old with.

I’m terrified about picking up everything and moving. But it’s what you do when you love someone. I love Ethan. I think with time I’ll fall even more in love with him. Waving my hands in the air, I laugh nervously, “No marriage or kids for Ethan and me for a very long time!”

The sound of the car horn beeping causes us both to jump.

“Sorry to rush you, Lucy, but we really gotta get on the road,” Ethan shouts at us from the car.

“Ughh. I really hate you right now, Luce.” Sophie stomps toward me with her arms outstretched and a pout on her face.

“Stop it before you make me cry and ruin my makeup. I’ll text you the entire car ride home. It’ll be as if I haven’t even left.”

We hug each other goodbye and then I reluctantly climb into the passenger seat and watch as Boston slowly disappears in the side mirror.

Ethan laces his fingers with mine, brings our entwined hands up to his mouth before pressing a soft kiss to my knuckles. “You have no idea how happy I am that you’re coming with me to Chicago. You’re going to love it. I promise.”

Turning my head to face him, I give his hand a gentle squeeze. “I can’t wait.” As the words leave my mouth I find myself feeling icky inside because I just lied to the man I love. Inside I’m a bundle of nerves as the reality of what I’m about to do sinks in.

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EXCERPT!

“You like that, beautiful?” he asks in his sex-laced voice. I whimper as his mouth leaves my clit, screaming to put his tongue back on it.
Opening my eyes, I peer down at him over my stomach. Not able to find the words to speak, I just nod my head up and down, slowly telling him yes. All I want is for him to make me cum. My body is on the edge, just waiting to jump off and free fall into ecstasy.
Licking his lips, he moans, “Mmm…you taste so fuckin’ good.”
I feel my face flush red. I watch his tongue slowly slide across his bottom lip before he dives back in to finish what he started.
I fall back, thrashing my head fiercely against the bed. He goes balls to the wall, sucking and tongue-fucking my pussy like there’s no tomorrow.
Tightening my thighs, I squeeze his head between my legs and pull on his hair. I grind my mound against his mouth over and over, chasing my orgasm.
Finally, my body shakes and tingles from my head to my toes as an orgasm tears through me. I feel like I’m floating as euphoria settles over me, making my body hum with pleasure.
Smiling slightly, I let out a small moan of pleasure as I relish in my first orgasm of the evening. I drape my arm over my forehead as I catch my breath.
I inhale and exhale small breaths as I allow my heart rate to slow back down to normal. Opening my eyes, I look down at Xander, who’s now standing and stripping his briefs off. His face, covered with my arousal on his chin and lips, is glistening in the light glowing from overhead. The most erotic element is seeing your excitement on a man’s face after he just ate you out like a fucking champ.
“That was amazing,” I tell him as I beam up at him with a goofy grin plastered across my face.
Xander lets out a soft chuckle, then runs his hand over his head, never taking his eyes off me. “That won’t be the last time you’ll be saying thattonight. Now come here and suck me, beautiful.”
A shiver of excitement shoots through my body. I sit up as commanded, and my eyes fall onto the pierced perfection that is his penis.
I hit the fucking jackpot with this one. He has the reverse Prince Albert, also known as a Cleopatra. It’s one of the most painful penis piercings a guy can get…but it feels fucking amazing while he’s ramming it into you.
Gripping his shaft, I slide my hand up and down it, watching the head turn dark purple. I lick my lips with the anticipation of taking it in my mouth.
Lifting my eyes up to his, I flash him an impish grin, then with my voice soft and sultry I tell him, “Call me Cleopatra because I’m ready to sit on my throne and moan all fucking night long.”
Xander tightens the grip on his dick and lets out a low growl as my words hit him. His eyes grow dark as he watches me. I can’t help but become even wetter as I watch his right tatted-up arm move slowly as he slides his hand along his shaft.
“Fuck…keep saying shit like that, and I’ll blow my load all over you before I even get a chance to try out that delicious pussy of yours.”
For a split second, the thought of him jacking off on me turns me on even more. I ache for him to fuck me rough and feverishly while saying dirty things with his dangerous, make-me-wet-when-you-talk raspy voice.
His piercing screams, ‘I’m going to become your G-spot’s best friend’,and I for one hope-the-fuck-so.

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You got to know me in my best friend Savannah’s series. Now it’s my turn to tell you my story and for you to see my best friend’s journey to her happily ever after through my eyes.

My life is far from the norm. First off, I’m not your average girl. I’m wild, crazy, and everyone who knows me say’s I’m a free spirit. I guess I am, because I don’t sweat the little things.

˃˃˃ Life is too short.

I love hard and live harder. My dream is to become a star and that dream comes first and foremost before anything and anyone…except for my best friend Savannah, who I’d go to hell and back for. At 24 years old, I’m not looking for love. I’m just looking for a good time and a nice distraction after busting my butt on a movie set all week. The thought of falling in love has never crossed my mind. I’m too driven for love and everything that comes with it.

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That is until I meet a certain Southern hottie by the name of Dixon Beaumont, who just so happens to be the cousin of Kayden Knox. He flips my world upside down the moment we meet.

˃˃˃ My Dilemma…

The only problem is he’s the male version of me: Career driven and enjoys having a good time with no plans on settling down.

Throw in a bad boy rocker and a sweet Aussie and I find myself going from a simple, carefree life to a full-blown love square. It’s going to be dramatic. But hey, what’s life without a little drama?

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Prologue

 

Lawson has been the love of my life since the moment we met when I was just eight years old. We’ve had some bumps along the way—heartbreak, followed by years apart, and then found ourselves falling back in love. Even though we both know we never really fell out of love. The four years apart were the hardest of my life. But, fate works in mysterious ways. I think the years separated only make us appreciate each other that much more. I love this man with all of my heart and wouldn’t want to spend forever with anyone else.

For anyone just discovering our story, here’s a quick recap of our journey.

We met when we were kids after I moved in next door to Lawson and his sister, Delilah. She and I instantly became best friends over our love of the show Rugrats. We have been inseparable ever since. I found myself, even at the young age of eight, crushing hard on her brother. Fast-forward a few years and, finally, my crush turned into my high school sweetheart when Lawson and I start dating. We became the ‘it couple’ of our high school, Lincoln High, in Lincoln, Alabama.

Even when he went away to the University of Alabama, we made our relationship work. Distance was hard, but before he left for college, he proposed to me, promising we’d spend forever together. I was over the moon!

But, sadly, our happiness was cut short, and my happily ever after I thought we were working our way towards, when Delilah and I started college at Alabama University. Then, when we least expected it, tragedy struck our simple, carefree lives. After a night of being normal college students, partying at a fraternity house, we left in Lawson’s truck along with our friend, Lilly. Lawson was drunk, but we thought nothing of it. We had been going to parties since high school. Lawson would always drink a few beers and then bring us home afterward. We always thought he was okay to drive, because he wasn’t ‘drunk’, or what we thought drunk was.

We were teenagers thinking we were invincible. You always hear about drunk drivers killing people because they chose to get behind the wheel after a night of partying. We heard the entire spiel from our parents, teachers, television commercials—but we, like many teens, thought it would never happen to us. It was something that happened to other people.

Sadly, after that evening, we learned the hard way life is short and anything can happen in the blink of an eye.

Lilly died that night. Our lives were forever changed.

Lawson especially changed, and not for the good. Which, in turn, lead to us breaking up and me believing what we had wasn’t meant to be.

Then four years later, we got our second chance. A chance to get the happily ever after with the other half of our souls.

I believe wholeheartedly that Lawson McCoy is my soul mate. I was destined to move to Lincoln at eight years old and meet him.

Now, fast-forward to July 22nd, 2014, eight years to the day from when Lawson first proposed to me. We’re the proud parents to a beautiful baby girl and renovating our dream house, and the only thing missing is a ring on my left ring finger.

That all changes today.

Wedding dress hanging in a lobby of contemporary hotel.

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Happy 4th of July from #NYTimes & #USAToday bestselling author Danielle Jamie

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Fourth of July is a very important date not just to America but in my novel Tempt my Heart also.

On the fourth of July, my character Brittan  met Cane for the first time. Then a few years later on the fourth of July he proposed to her during a fireworks show on the beach in Miami ❤ If you’ve read the book you’ll also know its a very important day for Brittan again near the end of the book but I don’t want to give that away for anyone who’s not read it yet.

Since its a fan favorite I thought it’d be sweet to post the scenes on here to remind everyone of this amazing love these two shared in Tempt My Heart. I hope you all have a safe & wonderful 4th! Thank you to our amazing military who fought in the past and fight now to keep this country free!

July 4th 2000

 

 

The beaches of Miami are jam packed with people. Everyone’s coming with their lawn chairs, trying to find the perfect spot to watch the fireworks show. With my best friend, Roxie by my side, we trudge through the cool sand; lawn chairs in one hand, and our rocket popsicles in the other. We find the perfect spot by the shore. A place where we can dip our feet in the warm Atlantic water and watch the show without a million heads bobbing in front of us.

The first set of fireworks explodes; illuminating the sky in bright colors of blues, silvers, and reds. It’s breathtaking…my favorite thing about Fourth of July has to be the fireworks. Different patterns and color combinations light up the sky for over an hour; providing a magnificent show that I never want to end. The grand finale begins with hundreds of fireworks bursting into the sky at once, leaving me in a state of amazement. I glance towards my right, noticing the hottest guy walking towards me.

He smiles down at me, and I instantly melt. “Crap, looks like I missed them? At least I made it in time for the finale.” He says to the two guys standing next to him. They all plop down in the sand beside my chair. In all of my fifteen years, I’ve never felt butterflies like I’m feeling right now.

Elbowing Roxie, I signal my eyes towards the group of boys that just sat beside us. At first she’s annoyed because I’m bugging her while she’s trying to watch the finale. Once she gazes in my direction and follows my line of sight to the hotties sitting on the sand beside me, her mood quickly changes.

Flashing an impish grin at Roxie, I turn back towards the hottest guy I’ve ever laid eyes on. “You made it just in time; the finale is the best part,” I say a little louder than I wanted.

The loud detonations from the fireworks make it impossible to have a normal conversation.

“I couldn’t agree more, the finale is my favorite, too.” Giving me a wink, he extends his hand towards me. “I’m Cane.”

I hesitantly reach my hand out, taking his into mine. The contact sends my heart racing, and I’m suddenly covered with goose bumps. I manage to squeak out, “Hi, I’m Brittan.”

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July 4th 2004

 

It’s been almost a year since Cane joined the military. He’s only home for a few weeks before he deploys to Afghanistan. I’ve been a nervous wreck since he broke the news to me last week. Terrified does not come close to describing how I feel. I’ve been trying to distract myself with work, and spending every chance I get with Cane.

Since he’s been home, we’ve had almost no time for just the two of us. We’ve had to go to each of our parents’ house for dinner and Matt and Dalton have called almost every day to get together, either to go surfing or fishing. Roxie and Matt finally gave in to what they’ve been fighting since high school, and are finally together. So at least when they want to hang out with Cane and me, Roxie is there to keep me company.

We’ve spent the day out on the boat; it’s been in the nineties all week, and I couldn’t wait to get into the water. The boys took turns driving Matt’s speedboat and pulling us all on the inner tubes. After a few hours of tubing, we parked the boat for the boys to fish while Roxie and I read Soap Opera Digest and gushed over Nick Newman.

At the end of the day, we pulled into the marina and walked down the boardwalk to decide on a restaurant. Tonight is the annual fireworks show at the beach and we want to grab something to eat before heading down to the beach with our chairs to find a spot by the water to watch the display.

Today also marks four years since I first met Cane. Before then, the Fourth of July was always one of my favorite holidays…but now it’s definitely number one.

After stuffing ourselves on fried shrimp, burgers and fries, we head down to the beach. The guys are carrying our chairs so Roxie and I can race each other down to the water. I was excited to see the spot where Cane and I met was vacant. Dalton surprised us with a box of sparklers that we lit and swirled around in the air while waiting for the fireworks to begin.

I’m sitting on Cane’s lap, with him holding me tightly against his chest while I rest my head on his shoulder. We are watching as the fireworks shoot off, one after the other. There’s something about the loud boom of the fireworks and the fizzling sound as the colors explode across the night sky that’s takes my breath away. The guy hosting, the fireworks, comes on the loud speaker to wish us all a Happy Fourth of July, and announces that it is time for the Grand Finale.

I can feel Cane wiggling as he tries to slide out from under me. I stand up to allow him to get up and plop back down on the chair. “Where are you going?” I ask, “It’s the Finale!”

My jaw hit the sand, as I take in the image before me. Cane is down on one knee, pulling a ring out of his cargo shorts; transforming this moment into something extraordinarily special. Even more amazing is the fact that there are about a hundred fireworks going off above us.

Roxie is bouncing on Matt’s lap, screeching with excitement.

It’s hard to see in the dark, but with the glow from the fireworks, I can somewhat make out the ring he’s holding. It completely takes my breath away. It’s a small diamond with two butterflies on each side. The butterflies have tiny rubies in their wings and tiny diamonds along both sides of the band.

Taking my hand into his and holding the ring up with the other, Cane stares into my eyes with so much love it’s astounding.

“Brittan Nicole McKenna; four years ago I met the most beautiful, funny, and charismatic woman right here in this very spot. After four years of calling you my girlfriend, I now want to be able to call you my fiancée and then my wife. You are my best friend and my rock. You’ve stayed by my side through everything and supported every decision I’ve made, even if it wasn’t the one you wanted me to make. I want to spend every day, for the rest of my life, falling more deeply and madly in love with you. Please say you will be my wife?”

Covering my mouth with my free hand, cries of joy erupt from the deepest part of my soul. If I could pick the perfect proposal, this would be it. I gaze up at the night sky watching the fireworks spread across the sky. Turning my eyes back to Cane, I can’t help my scream, “Yes! Oh, my God Cane, I cannot believe this!” With shaky hands, he carefully slides the ring onto my finger. I can’t control my excitement and I tackle him, making us both fall to the ground.

“You’ve just made me the happiest man on earth.” Cane leans down kissing me with so much passion and love, I get a little giddy.

“No, you’ve made me the happiest woman on this entire planet!” I say into his mouth, happily kissing him back. Our moment is celebrated with explosions of bright, vibrant colors mixing and dancing together in the skies as we are surrounded by our friends and total strangers clapping and cheering for us and offering their congratulations. Cane climbs to his feet, extends his muscular arm and reaches for me. Taking his hand, he helps me stand; I can’t help but blush as I brush the sand off my body. Everyone is still staring at us as I quickly wave and sit back down in the lawn chair.

“The ring is just perfect Cane, I love it!” I gaze down at my left hand, now donning the most beautiful ring I’ve ever laid eyes on.

“I was hoping you’d love it; I’ve been saving up for months to get it. I know you love butterflies and the rubies are for July; the month we met and now the month we got engaged.” Taking my hand into his he pulls it up to his mouth; fluttering gentle kisses over my fingers and hand. A thousand butterflies invade my stomach at once, as our overpowering love and commitment rushes through my veins.

“I have an idea…Let’s go!” I say, jumping up out of my chair and yanking Cane across the beach. He yells back to Dalton and Matt to grab our chairs. Everyone is following behind us as we make our way through the thick crowd of people. After what feels like an eternity we finally make it to the parking lot.

Walking over to Cane’s Silverado he finally tries to pry my idea out of me. “So what is this great idea that has popped into this beautiful head of yours?” He asks tapping my temple playfully.

“You’ll find out. Give me your truck keys…I’m driving!” Shaking his head, he reaches into his pocket and drops the keys into the palm of my hand. He’s learned over our past few years together not to question me when I have a surprise. Nothing he says or does will get me to spill.

“Hurry your ass up, Roxie, we got somewhere to be!” I shout climbing up onto the step bar of the truck. Matt and Dalton toss the chairs and cooler into the back of the truck. After everyone climbs in, I roar the truck to life and head downtown.

“Where are we going?” Roxie asks popping her head between the front seats.

Turning, I give her an impish smile, “You’ll have to wait like everyone else. You’ll find out soon enough.” I answer in a high pitched valley girl tone. I know how much it irritates Roxie when I try to mock her voice.

After driving almost twenty minutes, we finally pull up to Tattoo & Co. “A Tattoo? You just got a freakin’ music note behind your ear when you aced your last semester!” Roxie shouts in my ear as she practically jumps into the front seat.

“Yes, a tattoo! God you can be such a prude.” Rolling my eyes, I smile at Cane. “So what do you think? I want to get one to celebrate tonight. You up for some ink?”

“I’ve wanted to get one before I leave for Afghanistan, so what the hell,” Cane says.

I jump out of the truck, bouncing with excitement. Since getting my first tattoo in May, I’ve been dying to get another. Tonight is the perfect time to do it!

After looking through the books, I finally decide on a butterfly with the body of a music note. I told the tattoo artist to add 07-04-04 under it. Cane decided on a Bald Eagle on the middle of his back with an American flag design behind it and the words ‘No Regrets’ on a piece of paper the eagle is holding. It’s beautiful, very symbolic and means a lot for the both of us.

We spend the rest of night partying with everyone at Ocean Side Dive, drinking and playing pool. Beyond Redemption, the most popular Miami based band around here played tonight for the bar’s Fourth of July party. They were impressive.

Seeing people on stage and performing sparks something in me; all I want to do is jump up on the stage and join in. I live and breathe music; it’s my passion and my world. If I had a choice between four years of majoring in Music or actually performing on stage; I would pick performing, hands down.

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Exes & Hos! *READER CONTEST!* New standalone coming out this fall!

In my new standalone Ex’s & Hoes, Christi is a book blogger who swears off men after having her heart broken one too many times. She decides that she’ll stick to fictional boyfriends because they always make you swoon and are hot enough to lite your kindle on fire with their skills in their fictional bedrooms.

In chapter one we see Christi posting a new blog post telling the readers who follow her blog about her decision to swear off dating.

She asks in the post for readers to suggest steamy reads for her to pick up that have amazing book boyfriends that she absolutely must meet!

SO HERE’S THE CONTEST I’M DOING! I NEED MY READERS TO COMMENT BELOW THIS POST PRETENDING TO WRITE CHRISTI! RESPOND TO HER STORY ABOUT HER DOUCHEBAG EX JAKE AND HER HOE OF A BEST FRIEND SARA ALONG WITH THE LAST 5 STAR READ YOU FINISHED AND YOUR COMMENT COULD END UP IN THIS NOVEL!!!!!

I’ll be posting comments in a chapter as Christi goes to the blog post and reads off the responses from her fellow book besties. 🙂

CHAPTER 1

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BED BANGING BOOK BLOG: Ex’s & Hoes, May 28th 2016

 

I’m official done with men!

Well real, warm blooded men that is. From now on the only men who’ll be stealing my heart and giving me BIG O’s are the fictional type.

I know all of you readers follow my blog to read my book reviews and stay up to date on what books are coming out next. But I’m shaking things up a bit today. Today I’m writing a blog post about my train wreck of a love life.

This my reader friends, is why I get lost in books. I’m at the point in my life where I’d much rather spend my free hours lost in a book, while relaxing on a blanket in Central Park, than waste my time out on a date with a douchebag disguised as my dream boyfriend.

To make matters worse, this time not only did my boyfriend betray me, but my best friend too. Hence the title of this blog post. We’ve been best friends since we met at NYU five years ago, but now I find myself wondering if we were ever really friends. Because what best friend sleeps with your boyfriend?

I felt like I was living out one of those scenes we read in a book, where you see something terrible unfolding before your eyes, you know you should stop reading and save yourself the tears you are certain you’re about to cry. Instead, your stubborn ass says, it’s okay, I can handle it! You foolishly push on reading and end up devastated, wishing you went with your gut and put the damn book down.

That is what happened to me last night. We were out at a local pub in town with a group of mutual friends, Jake said he was going out to have a cigarette, while I decided to stay inside with our friends so I could order our drinks. As soon as he stepped outside I got a text from my best friend saying she was on her way. So I thought perfect! We’ll have a fun night out to unwind after a long week of work and kick off the long holiday weekend.

Not even three minutes later, I step outside to find Jake and give him his beer. I began to feel this knot in my stomach forming as I looked around and didn’t see him in his usual spot getting his nicotine fix.

After searching through the sidewalk full of people hanging out smoking and not finding him, I rounded the corner of the pub, discovering a couple getting pretty fricking hot and heavy in the alley…after a few seconds it hit me that the guy was Jake and he was playing explore-the-inside-of-some-skanks-mouth. Not just any skank either…my back stabbing best friend!

I felt like the Wicked Witch of the East in The Wizard of Oz when Dorothy’s house dropped on her fricing head.

Saying I was shocked would be putting it lightly. There’s no words that I could say that’d truly express to you all what it felt like to witness my boyfriend and my best friend making out like two horned up teenagers before my eyes.

Shit hit the fan really quick.

After a huge fight for all of SoHo to see, I left in a cab stunned as the reality of what had just happened sunk in. I found myself wondering how many others there were besides her?

I’m just grateful I always made the asshole wrap it up because God knows what kind of diseases the man whore of Manhattan could have.

I don’t know if this is true for any of you out there or if it’s just me. I’ve found that it’s almost impossible to find a man risking your damn heart over. I feel like every guy I meet wants me for only sex. The second things start getting serious they reveal just how big of a tool they really are and leave you once again broken hearted.

I blame my high expectations when dating on all the ridiculously sexy and swoon worthy book boyfriends! While out with friends at a restaurant or walking down the streets of New York, I always find myself spotting a sexy bad boy that reminds me of Kellan Kyle, or a deliciously dressed man in a three-piece-suit that reminds me of Gideon Cross. Instantly I’d be falling over myself for these guys and finding myself throwing caution to the wind.

The way I looked at it is, if they look like my irresistible book boyfriend maybe I’ll luck out and they’ll also be like them. Fiction of course is based on some form of reality. So I’ve held onto that hope that I was possibly going out on a date with my future husband that’d whisk me away on romantic getaways and rock my world in the bedroom every single day.

Sadly, and rather quickly, I’ve learned that men like Kayden Knox and Archer Hale don’t really exist. Sure, there’s a shit load of guys that look like our perfect book boyfriends. There isn’t however a large number of insanely good looking men who aren’t complete and total jackasses.

For a while I was able to overlook the flaws of my current boyfriend because he had that smile you all know too well; the one they flash you and make you suddenly stupid and turning into a puddle at their feet. Every time I’d start to suspect something wasn’t right he’d smile at me, say something sweet and I’d push the worry into the back of my mind. Now I wish I would’ve stopped being so naive.

I’m once again single and drowning my sorrows in a pint of Ben & Jerry’s while he goes on with his life as if I never even existed. While me on the other hand find myself dissecting every single thing about myself. From my hair, to my weight, to the way I style my hair and my makeup. Why is it we try to find flaws in ourselves when a man breaks our heart? Instead of looking for the flaws in him?

The signs are usually always there; we just don’t see them until it’s too late. Or we do and choose to ignore them like I’ve done way too many times. With Jake, I choose to ignore the red flags that screamed ‘DOUCHEBAG ALERT’ and instead focus on his skills in the bedroom, and his overly charming personality and smile. Which in the end landed me here writing this blog post ranting about how big of an asshole my ex is.

After having my heart broken for the second time this year and it is only May! I’m ready to swear off all men. Unless a guy comes into my life and can show me that charming and ridiculously romantic men truly do exist and not just in my romance novels, then I’m through with dating. It’s too exhausting going through all that us ladies go through when dating a guy to keep wasting my time on pigs.

So my fellow bibliophiles, it looks like I’m going to have a lot of free time on my hands now to read. So comment below this blog post suggesting to me the last five star read that you finished. The steamier the better!

I just finished up reading The Crashing Series boxed set by Kristen Hope Mazzola, and currently reading Perfectly Imperfect by the amazingly talented Harper Sloan and LOVING the hell out of it!

I’ll update you all in a few days on how my celibacy is going and what I’m reading next! So suggest away book besties!

 

– Christi, AKA Bed Banging Bibliophile

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Ex’s & Hoes!

**A nerdy book blogger & her insanely hot NYPD best friend are going to make you laugh your asses off and steal your hearts in this Friends to Lovers story **

A romantic comedy that’ll be in a new anthology I’m in that is out this summer!!!

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