Synopsis:
Sadie Miller is attempting to
change her ways and hide somewhere no one knows her former self. She only wants
to finish her final year of college, obtain her degree, and get out from the
hold of her affluent parents. Then she meets Brady Carsen, the lead singer of
The Invisibles, a local band popular with the college crowd. She tries to stay
away but quickly realizes that, although he might not be what she’s used to,
he’s exactly what she needs and more importantly, everything she could possibly
want.
Unfortunately, Sadie’s troubled
past left her with insecurities that make her question Brady’s true intentions.
And while Brady is convinced that Sadie is the one for him, he has his own
secrets that he fears will be their undoing. If they want to be together, they
will have to stand united and fight the outside influences that are threatening
to tear them apart. Can they put their pasts behind them for good in order to
secure their future?
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Excerpt – First
Chapter
He
slams me against the door, his lips meeting mine urgently. His hands search my
body and I wrap my right leg up around his, moving my dress higher up my
thighs.
His
lips move to my tear-stricken cheeks, where lines of mascara still cover them.
He makes his way to my neck and then my ear, lightly nibbling around my earlobe
and I know at that moment, I need this.
“Make
me forget,” I whisper.
“Oh
believe me, you will forget your name when I’m done with you,” he says,
grabbing my ass, forcing my legs to wrap around his torso.
He
carries me across the room, his lips on mine, thrusting his tongue deeper in my
mouth with every step. My arms are tight against him, keeping him close. The
feeling of safety is what I crave.
He
throws me on the bed, our eyes never leaving one another. Pulling on my legs,
he brings me to the edge of the bed and takes off my heels. His hands inch up
my legs until his fingers are wrapped around each side of my black thong. He
slides it down my legs, tossing the tiny piece of material onto the floor
before returning to push my dress up, exposing me to him. I hear the breath
hitch in his throat before he starts unzipping his dress slacks and pushing
them down. He shuffles over to the nightstand and seconds later, he is on top
of me.
“I
have been waiting so long to have you,” he says, entering me hard and rushed.
“Oh…so worth the wait.”
I
remain quiet, trying to push all thoughts out of my head. When his hands reach
my ass, pulling me harder against him, the pleasure increases and everything
disappears. He thrusts forcefully into me, whispering how good I feel. He may
not have as many moves as others and he talks too much for my liking, but I’m
enjoying how well-endowed he is.
The
feeling builds inside of me; I love this part. All I feel is his touch while he
pumps into me. As sweat starts slicking between us, I flip him over, straddling
his body. I can no longer wait for him. He is going way too slow and I crave my
release. Isn’t this what it’s all about?
“That’s
what I’m talking about!” he says and smirks as I slide him back into me. I want
to stick a sock in his throat. His talking is making it harder for me to find
my relief.
He
grabs my hips, trying to move me to his rhythm, but I pick up his hands and
place them on my breasts so I can control the speed and rhythm. Five minutes
later, my body shudders and I sink down on top of him.
“Fuck,
Sadie. You’re awesome.” He moves to kiss me, but I climb off his body, pulling
my dress back down.
I
stand up to put my heels back on, but he grabs me from behind, bringing me
closer to him. “Stay with me tonight,” he says, wrapping his arms around my
waist.
“Okay,”
I agree, crawling back on the bed. It is better than being alone. I hate being
alone; it only makes me relive my mistakes.
He
wraps his arms around me and I can smell the alcohol on his breath as his mouth
rests close to my neck. The feeling of safety surrounds me and I drift off to
sleep.
The
next morning the light wakes me up, streaming into the small room and I find
myself alone in a strange bed. I look around, trying to remember where I am and
what I did. The dirty clothes overflowing in the hamper and the sports team
paraphernalia on the wall tell me that I’m most likely in a frat house…again.
I
tiptoe to get my shoes, hooking them in my hands. I slowly open the door,
peering right and left down the hall. I see no one, so I quietly make my way
down the stairs. It seems like the front door is a mile away and I can’t get
through it fast enough. Just as my hand reaches the knob, I hear talking in the
next room.
“I
wouldn’t brag, Soren, I had her last week.” A deep voice laughs. “Actually, you
might be the last to have her.”
“She
a great lay though,” Jeff Soren says in return.
“I
told you she was,” the other male agrees. “Ever since…the incident, she has
become the college slut.”
“I
know. It’s kind of sad though.” Jeff’s voice actually sounds concerned. “I
wish…”
“Dude.
You can’t save girls like that, you just enjoy what they give you,” the other
voice replies back.
I
close my eyes, taking a deep breath. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
Mascara is stained in long lines down my face and my long, honey-colored hair
looks like a bird made its home there. My lips are swollen red, and I can’t
help but think I resemble a hooker on the corner waiting for her next trick.
I
turn the knob to the door slowly, hoping Jeff and his buddy don’t hear me. I
sneak out, walking across the street to my sorority house. I’m happy to find
that everyone is either still asleep or out. When I crash into my bed, I take
the picture out of my drawer that’s been hidden away since last year. I clutch
it hard against my chest while sobs escape my mouth. Curling up into the fetal
position on my twin bed, I can’t help but think how I have disappointed him. I
need to change the direction of my life. Make him proud of me.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR :
Michelle Lynn has always been a
reader, but her passion has become a full-blown addiction since her husband
bought her a Kindle for Mother's Day. She's pretty sure that he regrets this on
a regular basis. Especially when she has it propped up next to the stove while
she cooks, which often results in a burnt dinner. Or when he loses sleep
because the glow from the screen wakes him up when he rolls over at three in
the morning. He does agree, however, that she uses this gift more than any
other he has ever gotten her. She joking counters that, because of some of the
steamy novels she reads, he also benefits more from this gift than any other he
has gotten her. ;)
Michelle moved around the Midwest
most of her life, transferring from school to school before settling down in
the outskirts of Chicago ten years ago, where she now resides with her husband
and two kids. She developed a love of reading at a young age, which helped lay
the foundation for her passion to write. With the encouragement of her family,
she finally sat down and wrote one of the many stories that have been floating
around in her head. When she isn’t reading or writing, she can be found playing
with her kids, talking to her mom on the phone, or hanging out with her family
and friends. But after chasing around twin preschoolers all day, she always
cherishes her relaxation time after putting the kids to bed.
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