Brooke Bait
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Blake’s stare is sympathetic, yet clearly surprised. “I can’t really imagine a guy saying that to you.”
“Well, he did”—and that’s basically why I lied about her and me. I can’t bring myself to tell her this though, or how much it hurt me—because she (Blake) hurt me more by her reaction to the lie. Way more.
My voice trembles, “So please—just leave me alone.”
Blake smiles slightly. “This all comes down to the music you’re listening to, Renee. It will decide if I do as you request and leave you alone, and let you pay for your delinquent brother’s debt … or if I do my best to sweep you off your feet, and say screw his debt because I’m in actual love with his sister, and she lusts me—even if she’s not willing to admit it out loud—or to herself.”
My heart squeezing, I swallow nervously. “My music is going to decide it?”
She nods, her eyes slowly leave mine and travel to the object that holds the key. She quickly writes something down on a slip of paper next to her on the counter, then reverently clasps one of my dangling ear-buds and presses it to her ear.
She smiles, then slowly hands me the slip of paper.
My lips part as I read what she had written down—my song. She knew the song I’d chose to play. Every time I hear it—my heart soars. Puts me in heaven—just like she said. Somehow she knew.
Her eyes glisten. “You listen to that song when you want to smile and feel good.” She edges closer to me. “I know you Renee. Way too much. And I want you—just like you want me.”
Her hands come on either side of my face, making me look up at her. “Right?” She stares into my eyes questioningly, “Do you want me Renee?”
She seems to be holding her breath as she waits for my answer. Finally I nod, barely able to breathe, “Yes.”
I hear her sharp intake of breath. She murmurs huskily, “I need you to say it Renee.”
My heart jumps to my throat. I whisper emotionally, “I want you. And I want you to kiss me—passionately. Kiss me wild.”
Immediately her hungry mouth crashes on mine. “I’ve wanted this forever Renee,” she murmurs breathlessly in my mouth. “I’ve wanted it for a long, long time.”
She kisses and kisses me so passionately we ignite. My knees go weak and my insides burst. It’s like the friggin’ fourth of July. We’re breathless and on fire, yet she never stops kissing me. Even as she throws the blond wig in the trashcan.
CHAPTER 27
***EPILOGUE***
Blake
Okay, it didn’t really matter what song Renee was listening to, my plan was back on. It had been ever since I winked at her in Chemistry class. The way she gazed at me—I knew she wanted me.
I just didn’t realize I was going to have to torture her to make her realize it.
But as soon as I realized she wanted me, the plan was clinched, and it won’t ever change: She’s mine.
I’m hers.
She’s Blake-bait.
Forever.
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Update: keep reading. There is another story after the following book info. It is called: Spin The Bottle.
Note about the story you just read: Blake’s friends from the hockey team, Griffin and Mason, are from the author’s books His Kiss and Louder Than Words. (His Kiss stars Griffin and Ally) (Louder Than Words stars Mason and Summer). The books are available now.
(There is a peek at Louder Than Words included in this book after the romantic story, Spin The Bottle. So keep reading.)
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Summary of Jane’s Air:
Seventeen year-old Jane becomes an orphan and is pawned off by her aunt to work (and live) at the home (slash mansion) of the most handsome boy at Jane’s high school—Hunter Rochester. Hunter takes Jane’s breath away. But the handsome flirt is a mystery to Jane. Why did he persuade his mother to hire Jane to care for his little brother? And what other secrets is he keeping? (Jane has a secret of her own: she’s fallen hard for mysterious Hunter Rochester.)
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Note: the author’s book Beck Bait was based off the story you just read. The two books ended up being totally different but had been based on the same idea. Beck Bait is included as a bonus in the author’s new book: Even When I Sleep. The book is only a dollar right now. Below is the first chapter of Even When I Sleep, then there is the romantic story, Spin The Bottle, included in this book. So keep reading.
Summary of Beck Bait (which is included as a bonus in Even When Sleep)—
SUMMARY:
When the guy you thought you hated becomes the boy you can’t stop thinking about (in a steamy, breathless, heart-pounding way)—and you find out HE might be feeling that way about you too (and maybe always did) you might, possibly become “Beck Bait.” Well … if your stalker/tormentor/heart-throb is named Beck. And the whole freaking SCHOOL seems to know he likes you (if he really does).
My name is Alyssa—but Beck never calls me that. He calls me “Rocky” … because I threw rocks at him. (To be fair, we were only eight at the time.) (And they were small rocks.) Now we’re in high school. These days, I’d like to throw something else at him—me. Oh wait, everyone at school is already doing that! I’m their ‘Beck Bait.’ (I just want to kiss him.)
Beck Bait is included right now as a bonus in the author’s book: Even When I Sleep.
Summary of EVEN WHEN I SLEEP:
I stood fixated, watching her play the drums—the drums I taught her to play. Maaan. I stepped back, feeling like I was falling. Falling right back in love with her, like I never left. I didn’t want that. I needed to keep my distance from her. I had to.
But I didn’t want to. ***Darius
CAMMY: my best friend, Darius, stopped talking to me four years ago. No explanation. No goodbye. He just changed schools and never talked to me again. But suddenly the beautiful boy is back in my life. Can I trust him with my heart? Four years ago he broke it. Now I have the perfect boyfriend, and I’ve heard all the rumors about Darius’s many, MANY girlfriends. Only secretly I’ve always loved Darius. Even now. Even in my sleep.
Even When I Sleep is available now.
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Below is a peek at the first pages of Even When I Sleep.
EVEN WHEN I SLEEP:
“Hockey players,” my best friend whispers, sounding in awe. Her eyes actually glaze over as she stares at the long row of them at the table near the entrance.
With a grin, I roll my eyes.
We’re at the mall, by the way. And we so didn’t come here shopping for guys, though I can tell I’m going to have to remind awe-struck Nina of this fact.
Just to be clear: I have a boyfriend. A football player—not a hockey dude.
(Just sayin.’)
Still, there they are: eye-candy (er, I mean hockey players) in all their yummy athletic glory, sitting at a long table—for charity.
However, the charity is not actually getting to ogle the hot guys though. They are actually doing something—signing pucks for a charity event or something. However, my best friend is ogling the tasty team so intensely she should probably pay for the meal. I mean, it’s for charity. And she’s obviously getting a delicious feast for her hungrily devouring eyes.
However the scrumptious team isn’t from our school, so it’s not like we could, you know—be normal and get a puck signed. It would not go over well if someone—anyone—from our school saw us (well, saw me) get a rival team’s autograph.
I mean, my little brother is totally into hockey, big time, but no way can I give him a rival team’s puck. No way. That would be sacrilegious. (Well, at my school.) Though my little brother doesn’t go to my school yet—or any school yet. (He’s four.)
Still, my school would throw eggs (well, anyway—a fit) if they caught one of our
school’s cheerleaders getting an autograph from a rival school.
So, I try pulling enraptured Nina along. “Can’t go there,” I tell her.
“No. Wait!”
She totally stands her ground, as though she’s rooted in the spot. She’s absolutely not letting me drag her away, though I’m giving it my best shot. I really can’t afford this—getting caught near the enemy. It’s bad enough my boyfriend’s football teammates razz my boyfriend that his girlfriend is now head cheerleader for the hockey team. He’ll never hear the end of it if some “helpful” (aka: skanky) girl from our school snaps a picture of me in the enemy’s camp—and plasters it all over our school’s social media (which, unfortunately, I can’t put past most of the “helpful” girls at our school—that want my boyfriend. Big time.)
“Wait, wait, WAIT!” Nina insists. “I have to get this one guy’s autograph—I have to.”
I raise my eyebrows in surprise. “Which guy?” I scrunch up my brow. “You know a guy from that snooty prep-school—Madison Heights?”
The la-dee-da private school just barely sank to our school district’s level and started to participate in our sports programs. I didn’t know a soul from the school—and I had assumed Nina didn’t either.
But she nods, confirming I’m not quite up on my boy-crazy friend.
I blink. “You know a hockey player from Madison Heights?”
She nods again. “I do. Well, anyway, I want to. He’s absolutely dreamy. I met him at his school’s charity carnival. I took my little cousin there, and the hot dreamy hockey player was working in a booth.” She smiles sheepishly, “—a kissing booth.”
With a loud laugh, I groan. “Are you kidding me?”
“No.” She puts her hands on her hips, trying to sound offended and haughtily dignified (though she’s just playing), “It was for charity!”
I laugh again. “How much did you spend for the charity?”
“A lot,” she says.
Yeah, I’m kind of getting that impression from the way she has turned all love-struck and breathless ever since she laid eyes on that hockey table.
The guy must have been some kisser.
I sigh. “Nina, we can’t get in line for a rival school’s autograph. I’ll be burned at the stake.”
“Okay, well, I’m not going to get ‘their’ autograph—only Darius’s.”
I freeze at the name.
All the air whooshes out of me and prickles race down my spine.
When I can finally manage to form words, I choke out, “Darius?”
“Yeah, the dreamy guy I kissed, a thousand times—Darius Michaels.”
I swallow, trying to get control of my racing heart before I dare look over at the guy. Because I know it can’t be him—my Darius. It can’t … right?
I mean, my Darius is named Darius Night. And he lives somewhere far, far away. I mean, he has to. Or he would have come to see me—often.
Plus, well, it’s not the same last name. So, face it: it’s insane to get so worked up over a name. I mean, sure, my Darius was a super-star on the ice … but come on—it’s not the same last name.
It’s just the name, Darius—any time I hear it I go a little crazy.
And that’s what I’m doing now—going a little crazy.
So I swallow down my insane anticipation, and brace myself for disappointment as I finally dare peek over at the table.
But then—oh my gosh!!!
My heart slams against my ribcage.
I grab the counter for support. Because it’s him—it’s my Darius!
My heart thumping wild, I watch him in astonished awe as he signs a puck for a little boy, his dark hair falling over his gorgeous dark eyes as he hunches over the table, listening to the boy’s excited chatter as he signs the boy’s puck, his tiny smile amused as the boy gushes on and on enthusiastically to his rugged hero.
I stare at grown-up Darius in a trance, unable to breathe.
Of course when Nina had said the name Darius—of course my first thought was him. But I didn’t truly believe it was possible. Because it wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be him. It couldn’t.
… yet here he is right in front of me, smiling his beautiful smile as his little groupie rambles on and on to him energetically about hockey.
Without a word, I abruptly grab a puck from the bin.
Nina gushes out a laugh. “I take it you like?”
She waves a hand in front of my face as I continue to stare at Darius.
“Hello!” she gushes with a huge dose of wonder in her amused voice. She laughs, “You have a boyfriend, remember? You worship the guy.” Then she adds, “Though you seem to be worshipping Darius with your eyes at the moment.”
I ignore her, as it’s now my turn. Well, I might have cut a little in the line—not sure, since I was in a fixed trance and not at all aware what was going on in my surroundings. For me time stopped.
Darius went to take the puck from me to sign without actually looking at me. The line was long, it apparently took a bit of doing for him to notice one person from the next. Well, I needed him to notice me. I held on firmly to the puck as he tried to take it from me.
We had a bit of a tug-of-war.
It made him glance up at me, curiously. It was a very distracted glance.
But instantly he does a double-take.
He swallows, staring into my eyes. His lips part slightly and he goes completely still. A tiny noise comes from him as he stares.
“You’re a fan?” he asks at last.
As though he needs to ask.
I close my eyes. Is this moment real? This is really Darius? He goes to Madison Heights now? (Madison Heights!!!)
The thought is like a stab in my heart. Yet getting to see him again, actually be this close to him, it’s like a dream come true.
… only Madison Heights—the school isn’t across the country. It’s just across town—and full of filthy-rich kids. Two things that make me sick—Darius with snobby rich people, and Darius snubbing me.
The air is knocked out of me. Darius never came to see me, ever … yet he totally could have. Any time he wanted.
But he didn’t want to.
Apparently.
“No, I’m not a fan,” I tell him abruptly. “My friend is. Apparently you’ve kissed her a couple of times.”
He runs a hand through his shaggy, beautiful, messy hair. “Um, you’re going to have to give me more of a clue,” he says with a playful (weak) smile—like he’s kissed a lot of girls. Which no doubt he has. Another stab to my heart, though of course he can’t possibly know that. I mean, it’s been years, and he’s obviously forgotten all about me. He probably expects the same of me—no deep feeling, no bittersweet pain.
Sorry buck-o the pain runs deep.
He never came to see me. Not once.
“Doesn’t matter,” I tell him, trying to sound breezy. “She paid for the kiss—it was charity too. Just like this. You can sign it to my brother.”
He lifts a brow. “Your brother?”
I nod.
“Ouch,” he says with another playful (yet wan) smile. “I’ve been replaced.”
“Right,” I tell him, terse and hurting—but trying to just sound bitter. “At least this one doesn’t try to act like he doesn’t know me.”
Darius stills and his lips press together. He pales, squeezing his eyes shut a moment.
“Cammy … ” he murmurs, his voice husky and soft. So gentle, yet full of agony. “I didn’t mean to—”
“No, forget it. I don’t even care,” I snap inanely, then dash away from him.
Having just told the biggest lie of my life.
***
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*My Best Friend
*Maybe Me
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*Crush!
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*She Ain’t Mine … But I Want Her
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The book about Blake’s best friend, Griffin Piper, is: His Kiss.
By Melanie Marks.
Summary Of
His Kiss:
Ally’s world was totally on track: the right boyfriend, the right school activities, the right plans. But then she is bribed into kissing the school “bad boy.” (Griffin Piper.) Now nothing is right. Nothing! Because all she can think about is … His Kiss.
Books by (pen-name) Rachel Kiss:
My Best Friend
Maybe Me
Stepsister
Kissing Girls
Crush!
Her Christmas Gift—is Me???
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