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On sale for only 99 CENTS today! You can also pre-order book 2 – Friday: -- Sneak a peek at Wednesday: Aria: One day each week. Four days each month. Twelve days over the summer… if the arrangement would even last that long. He looks at me and the disdain in his eyes has disappeared. Now they warm for me. No. Burn. They burn for me and through me. Could I do this? Should I? “Well, Aria,” he purrs in a voice I don’t recognize. “What do you think? Forget it all and become mine for one day?” My brain tries to make sense of the sinful offer, but my body is already in motion – making my way to the man I once knew. His eyes delight with each step I take toward him. His stance somehow opens for me. When I stop, however, to meet his scorching gaze, a wave of confusion washes over his face and gives him away. He’s not as confident as he lets on. But when I answer his offer with my lips, it’s the last time I see any kind of trepidation. No, at that point I know – he will be in control from here on out. And in a place very deep inside, I am relieved. Tristan: Tonight’s the deadline for her decision. Seven o’clock, only twenty minutes from now. Aria said she’d consider my offer, but I’m not sure I can trust her. Still, I light the candles, straighten the bed, and hope. And it’s excruciating. Whoever said anticipation is half the fun is a moron. I need to show her what she missed when she left with him all those years ago. It was my fault, I know that now. I waited too long, and when I finally got the balls to do something about it, I was too late. That’s when I learned that nice guys finish last. Always. Forget the chick flicks where the nerd triumphs and gets the girl – all that Michael Cera bullshit. Doesn’t happen. Unless you’re Mark Zuckerberg or Jack Dorsey, and are on your way to making billions. I’m ashamed to admit that’s where my motivation came from. I thought I could erase Aria with another woman. But I knew I needed to make some serious changes to do that. It’s why I went to MIT. It’s also why I quit MIT to start my own company. And I why worked around the clock and spent every cent I had on my latest idea. For women. At least that’s how it started out. And it worked. Once I got out of Dodge, my lanky body filled out and I became confident and successful. Women were no longer an issue. Confidence? Out the window. Upper lip? Beaded in sweat. Nails? Chewed down to the quick. Hair? A big, kinky 1970s bush, after continuously running my hands through it. Balls? Blue, as they have been since she came back into town. Yep, in the span of ten minutes, I’ve gone from Magic Mike to Jonah Hill. Where are the assless chaps when you need them? Pacing around the room, I listen as the waves crash on the beach outside the door. The door I’m willing to open with my Jedi mind tricks. Forget everything I’ve done over the past three years: the start-ups; the research; the hours behind the computer. None of it matters now because I’ve become a pathetic shell of my former self, like the kid I was in high school. The dorky computer geek who always landed in the fucking friend zone. In less than a month, I’ve morphed back into that guy. Waiting on that girl. My mind races on an endless loop of insecurities. Will she do it again? Will she stand me up? Will she leave? I know I shouldn’t care. I have options a-plenty these days. Still, I want her. One day is all I’m asking for. It’s all we need. One day a week. Four days each month. Fifty-two goddamn times each year. On the other three-hundred-fourteen days, we could go back to business as usual. She would pretend not to notice me in town and I’d pretend that I hate her sweet little ass.
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Laura
5/25/2016 05:08:42 pm
Awesome giveaway! Thank you for the chance!
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