Dirty Lover (The Dirty Suburbs Book 5)
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I step through the front door, totally Goldilocking it up myself. I mean if these homeowners have bought each of my books, they won’t be that mad to come home and find me in their living room, right? And yup, there's a bookshelf stocked with my books. I gape at it in awe. “What the –?”
"SURPRISE!!!"
I yelp, nearly emptying my bladder on the foyer's dark wood floors when all my family and friends pop up from around the corner.
Eva and Annaleigh with Prescott, too. Isla and Reuben. Even Wesley and Emily are standing here grinning at me, taking turns hugging the fuck out of me.
That's when I notice the shimmery tin foil banner in the living room, hanging over a table of my favorite junk foods (including cotton candy). 'I DIDN'T FORGET YOUR BIRTHDAY! ', it announces in bright colors.
Gasping for air, I glance over my shoulder at Nicholas for an explanation. "What the hell is going on?"
He's bursting with pride for having pulled this off. "Happy Birthday, Princess." He gathers me in his arms and kisses me.
"I thought you forgot..." Now, I feel bad for having been hasty and prejudging him.
"Never."
I pull back and look around the room. "Wait – whose house is this?" Whoever owns this place has impeccable taste. Upholstered sectionals, geometric tables. And look, they have a throw blanket just like the one that mysteriously went missing from our apartment a few weeks ago.
Nicholas looks at me and says something I was not expecting. "This is our house, Blakely."
“Our house?” My head snaps left and right. Things begin to look familiar. Some of Nicholas’ Dwarf Warrior memorabilia on the living room shelves. Pictures of us sitting on the coffee table. My mother’s ceramic vase on the kitchen table.
“Aren't you sick of living in that rundown apartment?” Nicholas asks. That’s a rhetorical question if I’ve ever heard one.
“Our house…” The idea begins to settle in. I walk around, cooing and taking everything in as my guests snicker at my reaction. Several smartphones are aimed in my direction, recording. I don't care. This is the best moment ever and I won’t mind getting to play it back a few million times in vivid color.
When I spin around to Nicholas again, he's down on one knee. Oh my god.
"What do you say, Princess? Will you be my roommate? Forever? Will you marry me?" He holds a glittering diamond ring out to me.
I giggle with tears in my eyes as I sink to my knees in front of him.
This guy…This guy…
He’s everything. I’m so glad I met him. So glad I fell in love with him. So glad I had the courage to fight for him when it mattered most.
"I'll be anything you want me to, babe."
I mean it – I'll be his roommate, his friend, his lover, his confidente. I'll be his wife.
Forever.
THE END <3
Quick note from the author:
Oh my god!
I’m about to drop. It was really overambitious of me to promise you two books five days apart. But rest assured that Dirty Farmer will be up for sale as promised. I’m about to get my caffeine IV all set up and we’ll be good to go. Lol.
That said, I’m going to take a break from pre-orders just to see how it goes because those things are crushing (although they do keep an author disciplined). So no, there isn’t a pre-order link at the back of this book, but rest assured that Dirty Silver and Dirty Forever are currently in progress and I can’t wait to bring them to you this summer! Stay up to date with my progress by joining Dirty Folks, my Facebook reader group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/368971220152406/
Anyway, I’m so happy that you’ve read Dirty Lover. I’m in love with Blakely and Nicholas. I love how much they had in common without even realizing it, I love that they were both oddballs and what I love most is how they learned to embrace their weirdness and each other to find their happily ever after. I hope you found something special about them to love, too.
Thanks for your continued support :)
Cheers,
Cassie-Ann xoxo
P.S.: Don’t forget that Dirty Farmer will be available in just a few days so keep an eye on Amazon for it!
Dirty Silver (The Dirty Suburbs Series – Book 7)
Evangeline
I lied, okay?
My family and friends think that I'm traipsing across Europe dominating one runway after the next and amassing a small fortune. But the truth is I'm in New York City, on stage at the auction, about to sell off my body to the highest bidder just to pay off the outrageous debt that I owe to my modeling agency. I’m only 22 but apparently, I’m already past my prime.
I’m scared and I’m humiliated. Still, I know that one month with a wealthy stranger will solve all my problems.
But the last person I expect to be placing bids on my (non-existent) virginity is Raphael Silver, my father's sexy and filthy rich best friend.
Raphael
I miss the good old days when closing a business deal meant cracking open a bottle of aged scotch with a rich old bastard in the VIP section of an upscale Manhattan strip club. But, this young, trust fund brat wants to take it up a notch.
That's how I ended up at this ultra-exclusive sex club, watching idiot billionaires bid at a virginity auction. This place is sleazy, even for me. I'm not the type of man who gets off on ‘paying for play’. Still, I'll go along with it just to get this new client.
But the last person I expect to see on that stage in a sparkly little outfit is Evangeline Brooks, my best friend’s way-too-young, way-too-tempting daughter. I can't help but notice that she's all grown up but I'll be damned if I let one of these scumbags get their hands on her.
I’ll do anything to protect her, even if it means buying her for myself.
COMING SOON.
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Dirty Forever (The Dirty Suburbs Series – Book 8 )
The much-anticipated conclusion to the Dirty Suburbs series
Gracie
"Did he cheat?"
That's the first question women ask when they learn that I'm separated from my husband. I always offer them a weak smile and assure them that, no, Daniel didn't cheat on me. The man is a lot of things, but unfaithful isn't one of them.
So then, naturally, the next question that comes to their mind is, did I cheat? Thankfully, they usually have enough couth to refrain from asking that one out loud.
The reality is that neither of us were unfaithful. We found a host of much more inventive ways to break each other's hearts.
But I'm just about sick of crying myself to sleep every night. And I hate the look of despondency on his face every time he comes over to pick up our son for the weekend.
We've both suffered for long enough. It's time to end this madness.
One of us has to be the bad guy. I guess that's gonna have to be me.
Daniel
"Are you dating?"
That's the first question women ask me when they learn that I'm separated from my wife. Hell no, I'm not dating. And neither is she. I swear – I'd kill any man that gets near my Grace.
People in this town assume that my marriage is over. But they don't know the lengths I'd go to for that woman. I'm not giving up on my wife. On my son. On my family.
I'm sick of falling asleep in a cold bed every night. I need her body curled up beside me. I need to wake up next to her.
She still loves me.
We've both suffered for long enough. It's time to end this madness.
One of us has to be the bigger person. I guess that's gonna have to be me.
COMING SOON
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