Soooo….I don’t know about ya’ll, but I’m so excited for this book to drop! I hope to have an official release date some time this week. But until then, enjoy this little sample. 😉
(Note: Sample unedited and subject to change.)
“Wow. I would’ve never guessed that one.”
I leaned against the center island of drawers as I asked, “What? That I find you sexy as hell?”
Her voice was low as she said, “No. I guessed that.”
“Ohhhh, so I got a little cocky one on my hands?”
She refused to give me her eyes, instead focusing on the clothes as she responded, “Not at all. I just hear you, even when you don’t think I do.”
“So you’re just ignoring me?”
“No. I’m…” she paused, letting her head fall into my shirts that were hung on the top rack of my closet before she continued, “Bryson I told you. I’m engaged.”
So I wasn’t hearing things last night. It really should’ve been no surprise that Kennedy was taken. All the good ones were usually off the market.
But I had to take a peek at her hand again before I asked, “If you’re engaged, why aren’t you wearing a ring?”
“It’s… I don’t know.” She resumed her job of finding me an outfit as she said, “I keep forgetting to put it on. Still not use to the whole thing.”
“Ah, so it’s a new engagement. How long have you guys been together?”
“A year and a half.”
“Not even two years and he already popped the question? You must have some bomb ass pussy.” She yanked a shirt down, causing the hanger to fly off the rack.
“Excuse me?”
I challenged her, taking the few steps over to where she stood. “That’s the only way you could’ve locked him down that quick. Bomb ass pussy, bomb ass head game…”
“Bomb ass personality?! Jesus, you can’t possibly be this shallow.” She stepped away angrily, going to the side of the closet that held my pants.
“I was just joking with you, Kennedy. Relax.”
“Whatever. Here, throw this on.” She tossed me the shirt she had pulled down and a pair of jeans from across the room. I dropped my towel right in front of her just for shits and giggles and you would’ve thought she saw a ghost.
“Bryson! What do you think you’re doing?!” She didn’t turn away, instead choosing to cover her eyes with her hands.
I shrugged, trying to hold back my laugh as I said, “I’m getting dressed, Kennedy. Throwing on some clothes like you told me to.”
“You could’ve at least let me get out of here first.”
“Kennedy, you’re engaged to be married. If you only have eyes for your future husband, you shouldn’t be worried about my dick; right?”
Bryson is a ladies man by nature.
And why wouldn’t he be?
He’s young.
He’s single.
He’s sexy.
And he’s fresh off of a record-breaking second year of professional basketball with his whole career ahead of him.
So when he meets Kennedy while interviewing for a new stylist, of course he wastes no time going after her.
Until he finds out she’s engaged.
And even though he knows how wrong it is to be so damn attracted to a taken woman – has already learned his lesson when it comes to taken women – he can’t help but be drawn in by her captivating persona of innocence mixed with a hint mystery.
But when Kennedy finds herself in the same predicament, caught completely off guard by Bryson’s charm and sex appeal, the line between attraction and distraction suddenly becomes a blur.
Who’s really the distracted one?
actually, it's alexandra 