by Anna Brooks
I hope you’ll stay tuned for Wesley and Quinn’s story, Edge, which is next. A brooding alpha and a pop princess… what could go wrong?! Let me be the first to tell you… Wes is the bomb. That’s all I’m gonna say for now.
Thank you so much for reading Drift! Feel free to contact me on social media! I’m @annabrooksauth everywhere! I enjoy hearing from readers and love nothing more than to talk books!
Until next time!
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Anna
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A preview of Fixing Fate, where you can meet Smith and Mellie.
“Mellie, Jesus, wake up.” He shakes me, and when I open my eyes, he’s above me, but not like before. Instead of being soft and sweet, he looks angry and scared. His eyes are frantic, and his hair is slightly wet, like he’s just taken a shower. Wait.
He just came in here. Norman wasn’t here. Smith wasn’t here. Crap, I was dreaming.
“Shit.” I sit up, pushing my hair off my face. “Shit. Sorry.”
“Dammit.” He runs his hands through his hair. “Scared the shit outta me. You sure you’re all right? You need anything? Water?”
I shake my head. “No, I’m fine. Just embarrassed.” I haven’t had a nightmare in a few years. I thought they had gone away.
“Okay. Okay.” He stands, and I can’t help the gasp that flies out of my mouth, but this time, it’s because he’s in nothing but a towel, and I’ve never seen anything so hot in my life. Like back at the hotel, he’s underwear model beautiful, and I can’t stop looking.
The towel is so low on his hips, I can see the start of the trail of dark hairs down there. I sweep my eyes all the way up… past the muscles in his stomach, the piercings in his nipples, all the way to the sexy shadow adorning his face, and finally stop on his dark eyes.
Any thought of the nightmare is long gone. It used to take me all day to get rid of the terrifying dreams, but one look at Smith, and he makes them disappear. He’s a miracle worker.
His Adam’s apple moves down and then back up when he swallows. He clears his throat, and I shake my head. “I didn’t know you had piercings.” I point at his chest.
“I have another one.”
I suck in a breath, and he curses under his. “Stop lookin’ at me like that, Mellie.”
“Like what?”
“The same fuckin’ way I’m lookin’ at you. Like I wanna climb in that bed with you. Like I’m dying to feel and taste every single part of you. Like I want you to help me remember who the fuck I’m supposed to be.”
My breathing slows, but my heart still drums a rhythm so fast and loud I can hear it. “Who are you supposed to be?”
He takes a purposeful step toward me; he’s so close I can smell the bodywash he just used. Soap and man. All man. I lean closer to him as he reaches out and cups my face with his hand. “Yours.”
Fixing Fate
A preview of Steady, where you can read Erik and Polly’s story.
I open my door, and before I even have my feet on the ground, Erik is there, grabbing me by my waist and hoisting me out of the truck. He slams the door and turns to face me. Oh, he’s pissed. His nostrils flare and his jaw clenches.
Predator, prey. He stalks me until my back hits the brick wall of the club. He puts his forearms on either side of my head, caging me in. The fury in his eyes should scare me, but it doesn’t. At all. In fact, I’m feeling the absolute and complete utter opposite of fear.
His nose actually brushes against mine. “What. The hell. Are you doing?”
“Excuse me?”
“You seriously got into a truck with a man you don’t know. Alone? Jesus Christ, Polly.”
My justification flies out of my mouth because I don’t want him thinking I’m an idiot. “My car died, and when he came, he offered me a ride since it was on his way. It’s really not a big de—”
“Oh, yes, it is. You were alone with a guy two times your size. He could have touched you, taken advantage of you… He could have hurt you.” He ends the statement on a whisper and drops his forehead to mine, his warmth sinking into me.
“He didn’t. And I was fine, Erik, perfectly safe.”
“Don’t ever do that again. Please. If you need a ride, if your fuckin’ drain is clogged, anything, don’t call another man. Call me.”
“Why?”
His lids close slowly before he opens them. The unrest swirling in his eyes makes them darken a shade, turning the amber jade specks the color of evergreens. “Because if something happened to you, and I wasn’t there…”
Steady
Continue reading for an excerpt from Bulletproof Butterfly, Jay and Livvie’s story.
Bulletproof Butterfly
“Jay.” Livvie slaps my stomach. “Stop it.”
Ignoring her, I continue, “And she was unable to answer her phone last night because—”
“Enough,” she snaps. “I’ll be right back, Paxton.” She puts both of her hands on my chest, shoves me back into the apartment, and then slams the door behind her. “Stop it. Right now.”
“Not gonna let another man stand there, right in front of my face, and spit lines at my woman.”
“He’s not.”
“You got a dick, baby? ’Cause I do, and I know the game he’s playing. I’m not going to be a participant in this shit. It ends, Livvie. Now.”
She shakes her head and points at me. “He’s my boss, Jay. He gave me a job when I needed it. You don’t need to be a dick to him just because yours is threatened.”
“Oh, my dick ain’t threatened, darlin’.” I grab my junk and saunter up to her. “What it is, though, is hard. So fuckin’ ready for you.”
I grab her waist, pulling her to me. My hands palm her ass, and I rub her against the object of our conversation. Her lips part on a quiet moan.
“Get rid of him, Livvie.” I slide my palm up her back and rest it just above her panty line and bring the other one up to the back of her head to fist her hair. She gasps and sways into me, right where she belongs. “If you don’t, I will.”
When she starts to protest, I take advantage and cover her mouth with mine. My tongue dominates, seeking the control I feel I lack right now. The fact that this guy thinks he has a claim to her amps me up in a way I know isn’t fair to her.
But if she cared, she’s certainly not acting like it right now because her fingers inch up my sides until they’re at my shoulder blades, and her nails sink into my flesh. I grab her by her ass again and back her into the door, lifting her up and pinning her there with my hips against hers.
She moans against my mouth, and I slide her core up and down, her pussy hot even through her yoga pants and my shorts. The heels of her bare feet dig into my lower back as she grinds herself against me. Her chest heaves, and she drops her arms, slamming them against the door and arching toward me as pleasure rips through her.
I’m evil enough that I pull my mouth from hers so when she calls out my name, I know he’ll hear it on the other side of the door. After a moment, her breathing evens out, her legs uncross and fall, and she glares at me.
I smirk back at her, not at all regretting what I just did.
Her hand comes at me, and I don’t stop it as her palm whips across my face. She pushes me, but I don’t budge. “You’re such an asshole.”
“An asshole who just proved his point.” I put my hand on the knob. “Get rid of him.”
Bulletproof Butterfly
Other Books
It’s Kind Of Personal Series
Make Me Forget
Show Me How
Prove Me Right
Tell Me When
Remember Me Now
Give Me This
Pleasant Valley Series
Fixing Fate
Love, Me
Steady
Standalones
Not Your Hero
Easy Sacrifice
Bulletproof Butterfly
Heartbreaker
Guarding Her Series
Surface
Drift
Edge
Closer
Roam
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Acknowledgments
I have made the absolute best friends the past few years, and it wouldn’t be right to start my acknowledgments without thanking them for their support. In order to avoid me being my normal scatter-brained self and accidentally leaving someone out, I’m going to say this to those women I’m lucky enough to call my friends; thank you for being there for me. I know you have your own life, your own books, your own family, so when you take the time out of your busy schedule for me (or listen when I overload your inbox with voice messages), from the bottom of my heart, I love you and am forever grateful for your friendship.
Thank you so much to Emily and the rest of the amazing team at Social Butterfly PR. Em, I am incredibly lucky to have you and am so appreciative of your friendship and all of your hard work.
To my FABULOUS beta readers! Elizabeth, KC, Crystal, Jennifer D, Jennifer E, Shannon, Kim, Nikki, Kelly, Nicole, Samantha, Marianne – thank you all for your feedback and helping polish this bad boy up!
Kelly Vidito thanks so much for coming up with the band name Broken Heart Renegades!
Anna Croswell for the completely awesome cover!
Jenny Sims for working with my insane schedule!
Kimberly Holm for your amazing eyes once again!
Stacey Blake, you are the shit. That is all.
Kylie from Kylie’s Fiction Addiction, thank you for all of the hard work you do!
The wonderful team at Give Me Books, thank you for doing such a fantastic job!
To all of the readers, bloggers, and reviewers, from the bottom of my heart, thank you, thank you, thank you.
And of course, to my husband and two boys. I love you guys.
About the Author
Anna began writing when she thought the world would want to hear her sick lyrics through song. Since then, she’s realized her childhood dream wasn’t so far-fetched, just misguided. Now she writes romance with real emotions and happy endings. If Anna isn’t writing or reading, she can be found by a space heater drinking a ridiculous amount of Diet Dr. Pepper. She also likes to hang out with her husband and two boys. If it weren’t for them, she wouldn’t ever leave the house. Anna was born in Wisconsin but now lives in the Evergreen State.
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