Wonderwall

  “The truth is I was terrified that you would bolt out of that cab and out of my life for good if I had given you this instead.” I retrieve the simple diamond ring I had stuffed in my front jeans pocket and offer it to her. “I bought this at the same time I bought the bracelet, but I knew you weren’t ready for it. So I gave you the time I thought you needed, I let you take a good look at all my imperfections, so you would know what you were signing up for. I’m still terrified you will run, but I can’t be bound by fear any longer. I have to know if you will have me despite all my flaws, despite all the mistakes I’ve made.”

  “Ask her the question already!” Owen shouts from somewhere in the crowd.

  And I do. “Olivia Marie Dawson, girl of my dreams, will you marry me?”

  She doesn’t speak for a moment and my heart begins to shrivel. Then she nods and says the most precious words in the entire universe, “Yes, Sebastian Coleman, I will marry you.”

  ☂ The End ☂

  Extra Scene

  Do you want to know what happened between Oliver and Saylor when they went to help Liv escape the paparazzi? Here’s the extra scene. And stay tuned for their novel, Wreck of the Day, coming in 2016.

  Oliver

  It’s too early to be dealing with this shit. My head is about to split in two, I didn’t have time to eat or even to grab a cup of coffee, and to make my morning even more hellish, I’m horny as fuck. The image of a siren with green and blue hair, and a mouth as sinful and perverse as the goddess Venus comes to my mind. My cock strains against my jeans and I hold the steering wheel hard, turning my knuckles white. The moment I saw her singing on that stage, I felt the pull, an immediate attraction that had me craving her body like a junkie craves his next fix.

  A car cuts me off and I press on the breaks, narrowly missing the moron. I hit my fist against the horn and don’t let it up until my annoyance subsides. I switch lanes and when I pass him, I make sure to lower my window and flip the other driver off. Then I stomp the gas pedal.

  I love my car. It’s an Aston Martin Vanquish, the greatest fucking car in history, and it was the first thing I bought with my own money. I had never had a problem spending my parents fortune before, but it wasn’t until I started making my own that I realized how good it felt to not depend on them anymore, to finally be able to cut the strings. No more forced monthly dinners, no more pretending I give a shit about their high-society friends and appearances.

  As I approach Sebastian’s place, I grapple with my brain for an idea to help him out of the messed up situation he’s in. If the paparazzi see me, they will never leave. More likely, they will call their friends and we’ll have a mob in front of Sebastian’s apartment. I know I’m the reason they’re stalking my friend, I don’t want to make matters worse.

  I park on the street parallel to Sebastian’s, in front of the town house that is directly behind his place. If I’m not mistaken, I believe there’s a small garden at the back. If Liv can jump off Sebastian’s kitchen balcony onto that yard, she’ll be home free. I’m aware I’m betting on a lot of ‘ifs’ right now. I stare at the house in front of me, trying to guess what kind of people live in there.

  A cab stops ahead, catching my attention. I squint behind my sunglasses, trying to peer inside the black car, but with the tinted windows, it’s impossible. A minute later, the door opens, and I see a mane of multicolored hair emerge. I suck in my breath. You got to be fucking kidding me.

  Her hair is even more luscious in the daylight and it falls in waves down her back. It’s the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen and my fingers itch to touch it, to ascertain that those locks are as soft as they look. I let my gaze travel down her body and I commit every single detail to memory. She’s wearing dark jeans so tight, it doesn’t leave much to my imagination. She has on some kind of flouncy, asymmetric black top that peeks out of her cropped leather jacket. But what seals my fate is the pair of over the knees high-heeled boots on her feet. I forget the humiliation of last night. I must have her. I won’t quit until she’s under me, writhing in pleasure.

  She doesn’t glance at my car, even though she’s now standing right in front of it. Her gaze is fixated on the house I had been looking at myself a minute ago. She hesitates for a brief moment before she walks towards the front door. I manage to take my mind out of the gutter in time to realize what she’s about to do. Apparently, she’s here to save her friend, and somehow, came up with the same plan as I. A weird feeling unfurls in the pit of my stomach, something foreign that I quickly dismiss as hunger pains.

  I exit the vehicle and make my presence known. She hears the noise and turns to me, narrowing her eyes. I remove my sunglasses and recognition finally hits her expression.

  “You! What are you doing here?”

  Fuck me! Her voice is like soft, rich, velvet. I didn’t get to appreciate it properly last night while she was screaming at me. Smooth and raspy, it’s even more lethal than her mouth.

  Her tone is indignant which means she’s still mad at me for my bold preposition at the karaoke bar. I grin at her as I take a few steps closer. Her porcelain skin has almost no make-up on it besides some peach colored lip gloss. Instincts are telling me to keep walking until our chests touch and I can suck those plump lips into my mouth. But I can’t indulge in my crazy fantasies right now. My impulsiveness it’s what created this situation.

  “I’m here to help your friend out,” I say.

  ☂ ☂ ☂

  Saylor

  I cross my arms and stare at the stupid man in front of me, unable to decide if he’s serious or not. The few times I’d caught him on television giving an interview, I’d pegged him to be a snobby jackass. Last night just served to prove me right.

  His striking, almost surreal blue eyes are glued to my face, searching for something I can’t fathom. It’s almost as if he’s trying to invade my mind, peer into my thoughts. His blond hair is messy, like he’s just run his fingers through it without a thought. I don’t want to concede, I don’t want to acknowledge it, but he is a sexy motherfucker. Tall and wiry, with a face carved to be on the cover of a magazine, and that arrogant mouth, he has serious potential to be my next obliterating mistake.

  “I think you’ve done enough damage,” I say.

  He moves closer, almost invading my space, but I don’t step back, I don’t want to show that his nearness bothers me. He’ll never know how he’s affecting me right now. I have to tilt my head back to keep staring at his electric eyes.

  “You know, this is as much your fault as it’s mine. If you had been more accommodating…”

  My jaw drops, a reflex on my part when I hear utter and complete bullshit. Quickly, I realize Oliver likes to play games, mess with people’s heads. What he doesn’t know is that he’s met his match. I take a step forward, a movement he wasn’t counting on, if the flexing of his jaw is any indication.

  “You’re saying that if I had dropped down onto my knees, and taken your dick into my mouth right then and there, no one would have recognized you?”

  I’m close enough that I can see his pupils dilate and hear his sharp intake of breath. But he calls my bluff and leans down, until his nose almost touches mine, until his lips are close enough that I can smell his minty toothpaste. “I can’t undo the past, but the picture you just painted sounds a lot like an offering.”

  My heart is flittering like there’s a hummingbird trapped in my chest. But I won’t back down, I won’t step away. I’ve gone through more shit in my life than Oliver can possibly imagine. This stand-off is nothing.

  I smile. “Do you wanna hear a secret? I probably would have done more than suck you into oblivion last night if you haven’t been so crass about it. I guess you’ll never know what it fee—”

  Oliver crashes his lips against mine, cutting off my reply. His hand cups the back of my head, his fingers curl around my hair, keeping me in place as he l
iterally devours my mouth. And I let him. Not only do I let him, but I join the feast because this is the best fucking kiss ever.

  Author’s Note

  Many people ask me where I get the ideas for my stories. For Wonderwall, it wasn’t one spark that started it all, but a collection of experiences and observations that fed Liv and Sebastian’s story.

  My sister went to hotel school and worked in the hotel industry for a few years. We lived together at the time and by default I was immersed in that world as well. And let me tell you, it was a crazy world. There were too many outrageous situations to count and deep down I always knew that one day some of those situations would find themselves in print, part of a novel.

  Did I get invited to hang out with a rock legend in a club’s VIP lounge? No I didn’t, but a friend of mine did.

  I sincerely hope you enjoyed Liv and Sebastian’s love story. If you did, there are a number of ways you can help spread the word.

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  Wonderwall is the first book in the Love Me, I’m Famous series, a group of standalone novels focused on different couples. I recommend signing up for my newsletter to be the first to know when a new book in the series is coming up. Trust me, you will want to know.

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  Besides New Adult Contemporary Romance, I also write Mature Young Adult Paranormal/SciFi Romance. Check out my Arcadian Wars series:

  The Fall of Arcadia (Arcadian Wars Novella)

  The Prophecy of Arcadia (Arcadian Wars Book 1)

  The Phoenix Shadow (Arcadian Wars Book 2)

  Acknowledgments

  I’m going to keep this part short and sweet. Big thanks to my beta readers Monique Soares, Kittrin Fralc, Sharon Stevenson, Mia Hoddell, and R. Holland for reading the Wonderwall manuscript several times and helping shaping Liv and Sebastian’s journey into an epic love story. I couldn’t have done it without you.

  About the Author

  M. H. Soars always knew creative arts were her calling but not in a million years did she think she would become an author. With a background in fashion design she thought she would follow that path. But one day, out of the blue, she had an idea for a book. One page turned into ten pages, ten pages turned into a hundred, and before she knew, her first novel, The Prophecy of Arcadia, was born.

  M. H. Soars resides in Florida with her husband and baby daughter. She is currently working on the Arcadian Wars series, and the Love Me, I’m Famous series.

  Arcadian Wars is a YA Paranormal/SciFi Romance series. It follows the life of a group of teens who possess incredible powers and have a very important mission: save their planet and in the process, save Earth too. Books in the series already available: The Fall of Arcadia, The Prophecy of Arcadia, and The Phoenix Shadow. The two final books will be published in 2016.

  Love Me, I’m Famous is a NA Contemporary Romance series and each book is a standalone focused on different characters. As the name of the series suggests, at least one of the characters in each book will be somewhat famous. The first book in the series, Wonderwall, is already available for purchase. Stay tuned for We Used to Be Friends and Wreck of the Day, coming in 2016.

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