“How on earth do I get myself in these situations? I swear it’s like a never-ending bad dream. One of all my mistakes that continuously bite me in my size ten ass.”
Azaria ‘Ree’ Gable had her one experience with heartbreak and that was enough for her. She’s perfectly satisfied with her ‘One Month Rule’ and doesn't need her life changing anytime soon.
When circumstances take her back home, she learns things have changed…
A lot…
First and foremost being with the complete and astonishing overhaul and revamp of the Belton Police Department, where apparently the application was changed to state ‘Ugly Men Need Not Apply’ and the only requirement is ‘How Well Do You Look In This Uniform?’
Ree unexpectedly catches the eye of the new ‘gina-quiver inducing Chief of Police Grayson Cole, which starts an endless game of cat and mouse.
Will Ree let go of her misconceptions about relationships and allow Grayson to show her how beautiful life can really be?
See, this is what annoys me. I don’t care
if a guy is checking me out. Not tonight anyway. I’m just here to say goodbye
to people I’ve come to love over the years. This night isn’t about getting laid
and after this morning I feel that I need to tone it back. The ‘clingers’ are
just getting too frequent.
I think all of this in the second it
takes me to turn my head (like I’m just looking around the bar) and then my
eyes lock on a delicious slice of heaven sent straight from the Gods. And he is
looking right at me. I try to keep my composure, but my body’s reaction to him
is instantaneous. Everything tightens. Especially my super-secret places.
Even sitting I can tell that he’s tall,
very tall, has short dark hair that stands up in different directions, like he
runs his hands through it a lot. His jaw is perfectly square and clean shaven;
his nose straight, with what appears to be a slight bump on the bridge that
adds character to his face. His body is lean and clearly defined in a maroon
shirt that is tight around his arms, chest and shoulders. His skin is a golden
tan color, and somehow I can tell that he must work outside a lot. He doesn’t
seem the type to lay in a tanning bed. His legs look long and powerful in a
pair of faded jeans that had to have been designed just for him. He may be
fully clothed, but I can tell that he is an exquisite package of pure
muscle.
His eyes lazily work their way up my
body, causing me to shiver, until they stop to look into mine. I can feel
myself panting, like a dog in heat, and I would be embarrassed if it wasn’t for
the fact that he obviously notices, and a slow, sexy, half grin spreads across
his face.
I immediately take back every negative
thing I have ever said about half grins in my life. They are the sexiest
fucking things God ever deemed necessary to give to man. My ‘gina agrees whole
heartedly as it begins to (literally) quiver.
After a few minutes in Swoonville, I
decide that my night of ‘no sex’ was just a delusional thought, during a weak
moment. I turn back to my friends, smile at them, pick up my drink and walk
towards the bar. I don’t feel bad about not saying goodbye to them; they know
how it is.
I sidle up to the bar and take a seat
next to him, surprised it isn’t already taken, and lift my bottle of beer up
towards the bartender, like that was my purpose for coming over here in the
first place. I can see his smile deepen through my peripheral vision. Well, at
least he’s not dense and can figure out what I’m doing. Hopefully, he plays
along…
The bartender brings my beer and sets it
down in front of me. I reach in my pocket to pull out money, but Mr. Sexy Half
Grin places a five on the bar stating, “I’ve got it.” Thank God.
I turn to him and smile, “Thanks.”
He turns his body towards me and smiles,
full on. No half smile. Just a full playful smile and I’m pretty sure my vagina
has a seizure.
“Well, that’s the way the game is played,
right?” he asks me straight out. How rude!
“You know, you shouldn’t point it out,” I
inform him. “It’s rude and could wound my girlie pride.”
He chuckles, annnd… another seizure for
my ‘gina.
“I have a feeling you can take it,” he
says lifting his beer to his mouth.
Yeah, I can take it. I could take it
all.
Wow. Those lips are fucking sexy. Like,
sexy, sexy. World Peace could be made with those lips.
“What’s your name?” he asks me.
“Ree,” I reach out my hand to shake his.
“Ree?” he asks grabbing my hand, not
shaking it. Just holding it, making electricity shoot up my arm.
“Yeah,” I sigh, exhausted from having to
explain this to everyone I meet, “It’s short for Azaria.”
“That’s a beautiful name,” he says in all
seriousness and my eyes widen incredulously, “What’s wrong with it?”
“It’s ridiculous. My parents must have
been high when they named me,” I explain, what I think is, unnecessarily; my
mind
notices that he is still holding my hand and I
don’t even care. “What’s your name?” I
ask him.
My first book, Darkness Deserved, released July
of 2013. It is the first book in the Shattering the Darkness Series.
I'm crazy and love my friends, family and booze.
I used to never read when I was growing up. My
mother always tried to get me to read and I wanted no part in it. I figured why
read when it's going to be a movie? (Yes, like I said crazy.)
Well a few years ago I jumped on the Twilight
band wagon. I've always loved supernatural movies and when I saw the previews I
knew I wanted to see it. And see it I did. I immediately went out and bought
the books and became hooked.
They came to me at a very special time in my
life.
I discovered I loved to read and found my nitch
in the paranormal and romance genre. I started a book club with a cousin and
all of a sudden these thoughts kept assaulting my brain.
So I wrote them down. Then, deciding that I
wanted to write, I contacted some wonderfully amazing women who helped me
through the process.
I now have three books under my belt and am
still learning constantly.
My Life Series, is by far my favorite to write.
There are some events in the story that are based on actual events that have
happened in my life.
I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I
enjoyed living them.
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