Sam’s eyebrows shot up as she turned back at her mother. “What are you talking about?” She was so into her own world that she barely paid attention to the other apartments on her floor. She had forgotten there was even another vacant apartment. Leighton Enterprises handled many properties around the tri-state area. Most had been acquired by her father’s shrewd business sense after he married her mother, but the initial financial backing came from her mother’s small holdings, some long held family properties, and investments. Though she mostly took a backseat to her dynamic husband, Sam’s mom liked to stay busy by still handling some smaller, older properties. The building Sam lived in was one.
“Seems the investor that lived across from you finally decided he didn’t want to keep the apartment vacant for most of the year, since his business was primarily overseas. It was right on time, since we had another tenant in the building whose rental lease was running out and we weren’t in a position to renew with all the planned construction. The timing for him to buy couldn’t have been better.”
Sam sighed. “Mother, is there a reason you are telling me this?”
Her mother gave her in impatient look. “Dear, of course I would take an interest in this particular tenant since he will be living so close to you.”
Sam shot her a warning look. “Don’t start, Mother.”
But Liv Leighton laughed her daughter off with a wave. “Oh Samara, please. You really are too much. Though I’m sure he is a decent enough young man, his background credentials don’t really give me any leanings in that sort of direction.” Her mother gave a shudder and Sam shook her head.
“Seriously, Mother, you do amaze me at times. Did he have to give a DNA sample to pass the Leighton Property sniff test?”
“Of course not. It’s just that one can’t be too careful.”
Her eyes seemed to roll on their own. “Of course, I’d forgotten for a moment how exclusive a Leighton property can be. Can’t have the wrong kind mixing with our pretentious asses.”
She caught the muscle in her father’s jaw twitch and her mother lips tighten. Okay, maybe she went too far with that one, but they pissed her off with their elitist bull. Still, there was no need to argue all the time. It was tiring them all out.
Thankfully, it was then that the limo’s door was pulled open by their driver and Sam blinked against the brightness of the New York afternoon sun. She turned back to her parents. “Bye, and thanks for lunch. She smiled at her mother. Don’t worry, Mom. I shall be a model neighbor. No loud raves.”
Her mother gave her a glare, then softened and smiled back. “Just you make it to my dinner next week. I will call you tomorrow.”
She started to exit, but was stopped as her father grabbed her hand. “Speak to you soon. And be careful.” He palmed her a few bills.
“Dad, no.”
“Stop it, Samara. Don’t fight me on this. Now is not the time to go getting proud.”
She raised a brow and let out a sigh, easing the money from his hand into her own. Maybe he was right. So far what had her pride gotten her anyway?
*
Sam leaned back on the loft’s elevator wall and closed her eyes, fighting hard to push down on her anger. She shouldn’t have let her father get to her like that. But the paper and then her art and finally bringing up Charles? It was just too much. They all missed him, but for her father to use his death like that? It was just wrong. The thought of her brother brought a pain too familiar to her chest that she wished she could just rip away. Sam suddenly wanted to scream. But she took a breath and started to count instead. She had to keep control. It was all she had. She just had to keep it in place a little longer. Make it upstairs and then she could let it out in her own way. Her own safe way. In front of her canvas.
That is if the freaking elevator door would just close!
She should have known that having a family lunch with her parents would be a nightmare and prepared better for it. Sure, she knew her father would be up to his old tricks and manipulations and have something planned for her, but the guilt thing was low, even for him. When would he just let the past stay in the past and let her be her own woman?
Sam let out a frustrated sigh, already knowing the answer to that question. Never. He didn’t do it with her mother and he wouldn’t with her. Sure, he placated her mom with the short leash of letting her run a part of the business, but that was just to keep her quiet and the family image stellar. Keep everything in control and hold onto the power—and now he wanted to do the same with her. Sam knew he felt he’d lost it for a while when they lost Charles, and now it was her turn to pay the piper.
Sam made a tight fist, her newly manicured nails digging into her flesh. She told herself she was fine and besides, it was only her due and Leightons always paid their debts. Biting at her top lip, she felt a light sheen of perspiration form. She could handle this. She’d learned her control from the Leighton best— it was in her damned blood. No matter what he thought, somehow she would live her life on her terms.
Finally the elevator door began to close, and Sam let out a long breath of relief. Great, she’d be out of these freaking heels soon, could get out of this constricting skirt. She started to undo the button that was digging into her side when a large hand reached out and stopped the door from closing.
“So this is the clothing optional car?”
A voice like wheels on uneven gravel rolled over her.
“I want to paint you.”
The words tumbled out of her mouth before her brain could catch up to stop it. And there it was. Samara was trapped. Alone in the elevator, skirt half undone and looking into the dark, dangerous eyes of her silent rider. Oh holy freaking hell.
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Praise for the works of K.M. Jackson
“A lush island setting provides the backdrop for this equally lush romantic tale. K.M. Jackson’s wonderful writing voice brings her characters to life. Sit back, relax, and enjoy this sexy island adventure.” –Farrah Rochon, author on Through The Lens
“A fun Sexy Island romp that’s totally addictive,” —Phyllis Bourne, author on Through The Lens
“Not just sex in the city—Seduction’s Canvas Sizzles!” Two strong People get weak in the knees as this story heats up.” —Megan Caldwell, author on Seduction’s Canvas
“K.M. has a very fluid writing style, with just enough detail to keep you hooked….she’s good at creating characters that feel real and relatable… Threads of Desire did not disappoint.” —Christina Jones, author
“Deeply emotional, heartbreaking, funny and full of hope, K.M Jackson's, Bounce is absolutely fantastic!”—Lauren Dane, New York Times Bestselling Author
“Full of humor, unforgettable characters and a story that will have you wondering just how it’s going to end, Bounce is a must-read!”—Juli Page Morgan, author of Athena's Daughter
“An intensely personal look at modern marriage. Heart-wrenching as well as heart-warming with plenty of humor to soften the edges. One of my favorite reads this year.”—Irene Preston, author of Infamous on Bounce
“This story is funny, completely modern, emotional and heart wrenching at times… Bounce plays out almost like a Lifetime movie, except with more interesting characters and richer dialogue, complementing the storyline.”—RT Book Reviews
“With a sensitive touch, and an expert hand, Jackson leads the reader into a world that matches our own, into lives that could be ours, into problems that we've heard or experienced. The story had a real touch that can be appreciated. Great book club pick.” –USA Today Happy Ever After on Bounce
“Bounce by K.M. Jackson was one of those books that completely took me by surprise… heart wrenching and inspirational… It is a genuine real-life portrayal I think every woman should read and Sabrina Jacobs reminded me why I am so proud to be a woman. In all our glory, we truly are the stronger sex and she is no exception!”—Scandalicious Book Reviews
Other titles by K.M. Jackson
Book 1: Through The Lens
Book 2: Seduction’s Canvas
Book 3:Threads of Desire
Bounce
About the Author
A native New Yorker, K.M. Jackson spent her formative years on the ‘A’ train going from her home in Washington Heights to The Village where she attended high school. On that long ride to study math and science, K.M had two dreams: 1. to be a fashion designer and 2. to be a writer.
After graduating from high school, K.M. studied fashion design at FIT. She then spent ten years designing for various fashion houses. But after having twins K.M. took the leap of faith and decided to pursue her other dream of being a writer.
She currently lives in a suburb of New York with her husband, twins, and a precocious terrier named Jack that keeps her on her toes.
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Table of Contents
Copyright
Other Titles by K.M. Jackson
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Seduction's Canvas
Reviews for the works of K.M. Jackson
About the Author
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