REEVE IS HERE!
Meet Reeve & Emily in First Touch by Laurelin Paige!
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Blurb
When
Emily Wayborn goes home to visit her mom while on hiatus from her hit TV show,
she receives a voicemail from her former best friend, Amber. Though the two
were once notorious party girls, they haven't spoken in years. Although the
message might sound benign to anyone else, Amber uses a safe word that Emily
recognizes, a word they always used to get out of sticky situations during
their wild days. And what's more chilling than the voicemail: it turns out that
Amber has gone missing.
Determined to track down
her friend, Emily follows a chain of clues that lead her to the enigmatic
billionaire Reeve Sallis, a hotelier known for his shady dealings and play boy
reputation. Now, in order to find Amber, Emily must seduce Reeve to learn his
secrets and discover the whereabouts of her friend. But as she finds herself
more entangled with him, she finds she's drawn to Reeve for more than just his
connection to Amber, despite her growing fear that he may be the enemy. When
she's forced to choose where her loyalty lies, how will she decide between
saving Amber and saving her heart?
Excerpt
“Tell me
something,” he said, overtly switching gears. “What’s with you and Chris
Blakely?”
He’d been
watching me at the Expo, then. Before he’d come outside after me.
His
question about Chris was spoken casually, but it was purposeful. A more naïve
woman might have missed it, but I was too experienced with men like him. He
wanted me to know that I was in his sightline. That this was what it meant to
be part of his life. That he would monitor me, if he felt like it; he’d rule
me. And he expected me to submit.
I couldn’t decide if that freaked me out or
thrilled me.
So I
played coy. “He’s an actor. We’ve worked together on occasion. I guess we’re
friends.”
I walked
into the kitchen and got a glass from the cupboard. Chewing my lip, I filled it
with filtered water from the sink and debated full disclosure regarding
Chris…It was a long shot, but since I hoped to contact Chris for more
information about Missy at some point, I decided the less I said the better.
I drank
some of my water then set the glass down and leaned across the counter to watch
Reeve. His fingers trailed across the spines. I couldn’t see the exact books,
so I tried to think what was there. My Katherine Hepburn autobiography. My copy
of Rebecca.
He
stopped and pulled one from the shelf then flipped through it lazily. This one
I recognized from the cover. PostSecret:
Extraordinary Confessions from Ordinary Lives, one of my coffee table
books. I collected them and had so many that most lived on my bookshelf rather
than on my coffee table. This
particular book was a printing of blog posts that shared secrets anonymously.
Parts of it read like my diary, and I’d marked several pages with Post-it notes
so I could easily come back to them. Reading it had always felt comforting.
Seeing it
in Reeve’s hands, though, wasn’t comforting. He flipped through the pages,
stopping on the ones I’d tagged. Chuckling at some. Growing somber at others.
At one, he lifted his head toward me and nodded slightly as if confirming what
he’d just thought, what he’d just read.
I ran
through several confessions I knew by heart, trying to imagine which it had
been—
“Again and again. Used.”
“I’m more scared of court than I was when he almost killed
me.”
“I would do absolutely anything in the whole world if I
thought it would make her happy.”
Whichever
ones he was reading, any of them—all of them—were private. Too private for him
to know spoke to me. Yet, I didn’t stop him. I let him sink one layer deeper
under my skin.
It was
bad enough that he was in my apartment—in an apartment that I paid for myself.
His presence reminded me of a time when everything I owned had been given to me
by men. The things I had now, though small in number and worth, were all mine.
Trying to
distract myself from the anxiety Reeve’s invasion caused, I asked, “Why do you
want to know about Chris anyway? Do you want me to fix you up? He’s got a
fiancé, you know.”
Reeve
shot me a glare. “Cute.”
He put
the book back on my shelf and moved toward me. When he reached the counter, he
said, “Chris doesn’t look at you like he has a fiancé.”
Ah. I’d
forgotten Reeve was a jealous man. Or I’d underestimated the depth of his envy.
Strangely, it was a fairly common trait of the kind of men I’d involved myself
with in the past, the kind of men who had everything. I knew how to pander to
them, knew what to say to put their insecurities to rest. No one could ever be man enough to compare with you, I’d say. It
might have been what Reeve was looking for in regards to Chris.
But I couldn’t bring myself to give it to him.
“A lot of men don’t look at me like they have a fiancé.”
Reeve
leaned across the opposite side of the counter so we were face-to-face. “I
don’t like that.”
Jealousy
was generally boring, yet, on Reeve, it was fascinating. And, I suspected,
dangerous. “You don’t? What are you going to do about it? Lock me up and never
let me out in public?”
“I have
some nice secluded resorts I think you’d like. My island properties are so
beautiful you’ll forget you’re in a prison.”
He
flashed his dimple. It was subtle, only noticeable when he smiled in a certain
way, the way he was smiling now. And his eyes…I’d thought they were blue, but
now I saw green flecks. They caught in the light. They caught me in them, made
me feel warm. Made me feel trapped.
I stood
up straight, distancing myself without moving away. “Look at you. Acting as if
you have some claim to me. I think I already blew you off the other night.”
“Look at
you, acting as if I’m a person that you blow off. I think I already warned you
about me.” He was teasing as I’d been. But he wasn’t all at the same time.
My heart skipped a beat. “Another threat?”
“If you
want it to be.” He looked at me like he had earlier—that intent way that saw
through me, into me. Saw all my dark parts.
In a way,
he was showing me his darkness as well.
My lip
quivered, but I wasn’t scared. Well, not scared enough. “I do.”
His eyes
sparked, and with that simple phrase, we entered into an agreement. He would
have me. He would fuck me. He would bring me into his world.
And in
return I’d let him break me.
Last Kiss (Book Two) A
First and Last Novel
Releases June 14th, 2016
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About the Author:
Laurelin Paige is the NY Times, Wall
Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She's a
sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there's kissing, much to the
embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn't seem to complain,
however. When she isn't reading or writing sexy stories, she's probably
singing, watching Game of Thrones and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael
Fassbender. She's also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn't
do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio.
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