Never trust a man who answers the front door wearing nothing more than a pair of low-cut jeans and a panty-melting smirk.
That should’ve been my first sign.
I write about guys just like him for a living—sexy and charming, yet reluctant to get into a serious relationship. His body screams sex appeal, but his condescending personality makes him a classic fuckboy.
And I want nothing to do with that.
Writing romance novels comes with its perks—traveling, meeting new people, creating characters from the voices in my head—but Ethan Rochester enters my life and rearranges all my preconceived notions about writing what inspires you.
One week is all it took. One week to realize that not everything is as it seems.
One week with the bad boy, and I wanted more.
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I’m pretty sure I need CPR or some kind of life-saving equipment.
I can’t seem to catch my breath, even though I’m breathing just fine, but the way he just kissed me and then walked away has my mind reeling and my body confused as hell.
His lips were so warm and inviting, I couldn’t pull away. I didn’t want to pull away and that’s even more confusing to me than I like admitting. However, I can’t deny the way his kiss affected me. The way his body pressed against me. The way my body responded to him like I was some desperate sex-deprived woman.
I’m not by the way. Stupid traitorous body.
I’m still trying to catch my breath when I leave and walk out the back door. Quickly glancing around to make sure Henry isn’t following me again, I walk down the garden path and head back inside the cottage.
I don’t have time to think about Ethan and that kiss, I remind myself.
I don’t have time to analyze the way that kiss made me feel, I also remind myself.
But fuck. It was a really good kiss.
But why did he kiss me? And why did I kiss him back?
Ugh! How dare he kiss me like that!
My mind is all over the place, I can’t keep up with my own thoughts. His proposal repeats in my head. I’m talking myself out of his offer then I’m talking myself into considering it. Would it really be so bad to have one night of fun while I’m here?
What am I even saying?
I palm my forehead, trying to smack the oxygen back into my brain.
This man is making me second-guess everything and is driving me absolutely crazy! I write about heroines who have one-night stands or who fuck a guy after just meeting them, but that isn’t real life. At least not for me. I’ve seen first hand what jumping into a relationship based off sex can do to a couple and it isn’t pretty.
Deciding to march back over there, I don’t bother knocking before letting myself back in. I stomp my way upstairs even though I have no idea where he went, I’m not thinking straight anymore. My heart is racing but I’m determined to give him a piece of my mind.
Brooke Cumberland is a USA Today Bestselling author who wears many hats on any given day. She also co-writes under the USA Today Bestselling Duo pseudonym, Kennedy Fox with her literary soul mate. She lives in the frozen tundra of Packer Nation with her husband, 6-year-old wild child, and two teenage stepsons. When she’s not writing, you can find her reading love stories, listening to music that inspires her, and laughing with her family. Brooke is addicted to Starbucks coffee, leggings, and naps. She found her passion for telling stories during winter break one year in grad school–and she hasn’t stopped since.
Lyra Parish loves to write, glamp, and sing obnoxiously loud at the top of her lungs in the shower. Sweet love stories (along with the dirty ones) make her gush. She is a firm believer that a person can never have too many cups of coffee, cats, or happily ever afters. When she isn’t busy writing with Brooke as Kennedy Fox, she can be found sipping various beverages from her non-alcoholic drink buffet, pimp slapping excel spreadsheets, or riding her bike. Lyra lives in Texas with her glassblowing, guitar-playing hubby and black cat named Nibbler.