Genre: NA Romance
*Inspired by true events*
Where do you turn when the ones who are supposed to love you most, hurt you?
When is enough, enough?
That is the exact question Chloe Evans had when she escaped her own personal hell that terrifying night. Even though the road to rebuilding her life has been tough, she's spent the last few years trying to mend her battered soul. Doubting that all her efforts are even worth it, she begins to feel she will forever be tied to the man who took everything away from her.
Ryder Matthews is the epitome of what most girls associate with perfection. With his good looks, bad boy persona, multiple tattoos and piercings he is every girl’s fantasy; every girl except Chloe Evans that is. Ryder sees Chloe as a challenge...one that he's more than confident he will win.
Drew Nichols is every girls dream guy. He’s sweet, sincere, trusting, and most of all patient. He’s exactly what Chloe needs in her life, but is he who she wants?
We all have things in life we'd like to forget about. Some bigger than others. When Chloe uses college as her diversion to escape the memories, will either of them be able to make her forget?
“I told you!” I sing, putting down the utensils and glancing around the
room. It has gotten busier in here since we sat down. My eyes fall on the pool table behind the glass doors that
lead into the adjacent bar, where a couple is just leaving. “Ever play?”
She glances around to where I'm staring
and shakes her head. “No, can’t say that I have.”
“We could use a little bit of fun to break up the seriousness.” I
eagerly get up and grab her hand. Pulling her to her feet, we walk toward the
table.
“I am going to look ridiculous,” she argues.
I laugh. “Does it matter? Just focus on us and I promise…I won’t laugh.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that,” she replies sarcastically, as I hand her a
pool stick. She watches me chalk it up and then follows suit.
I start to rack the balls, and she is intently watching me. “The key to
this game is to keep your eyes on the subject.”
She raises her eyebrows, and I laugh. “Don’t worry, you’ll catch on.”
“You go first,” she replies, eyeing the table.
I grab the cue ball and place it on the table then slowly I move the
stick and connect with the ball. It hits the balls and they all scatter, but
none of them land in a pocket. I groan. “The object is to get the ball in the
holes.”
She laughs. “Really? What a concept.”
“Now, it’s your turn.”
She stands behind the cue ball, looking awkward but sexy as hell. As she
slides the stick between her fingers, she seems to wait for the perfect time.
Once she lets go, she misses the cue ball altogether. I try to contain my
laughter as I walk behind her. I wrap my arms around her, cradling her, showing
her how to shoot. She glances up and our eyes meet. If I knew that she wouldn’t
slap me, I would kiss her. Instead, I look back down to the balls and slowly
move her arm with the pool stick.
“Nice and easy,” I whisper. Her eyes turn back to the ball, and I can
hear her raspy breathing. I wonder if it is because of our close proximity with
one another. I feel my dick harden from the close proximity of having her bent
over the table, as images run through my mind of taking her on the table slow
and steady. The stick hits the cue ball and it connects with one of the
stripes, landing it in the corner pocket. I pull back slightly readjusting
myself before she notices that I'm sporting a semi from our brief
contact.“Great job!” I yell excitedly, sadly pulling away from her body.
She turns around and winks, causing me to take notice of the way that
she is suddenly flirting with me. “I had a good teacher.” She walks back around the table and shoots another ball into a
pocket.
I stare at her, as she connects the cue ball with another and then
another.
“Really?” I quip, placing my hands on the table staring at her. “Did you
just hustle me?”
She shrugs. “At least we didn’t play for money.” Then she runs the rest
of the stripes into the pockets and finally pockets the eight ball. She puts
her pool stick back in the rack and crosses her arms. “That was fun. Have any
other ideas?”
I shake my head. This girl hustled me, and I will never live it down. I
am thankful that the guys aren’t here to witness this shit, but I know that she
will find a way to tell everyone. For some reason, I don’t even care. I'm just
amazed at how the evening took a turn for the better.
Brandy Lynn resides in Richmond, Virginia with her husband, teenage son, and furry friend. She's a retired blogger, chocoholic, aspiring writer, wine lover, avid reader, procrastinator, animal lover, and a craft fanatic. Her debut novel, Make Me Forget is scheduled to release on February 23, 2015.
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