Synopsis
She's the high school softball
star. He's the fraternity chaplain.
He's the good guy. She's the
wild child.
Eliza Nichols has a secret.
After one night, one mistake, she throws away her softball career, walking away
from everything she loves. Broken and damaged, the last thing she needs is
someone making her question everything she's done.
No one has ever made her want to
be so good.
Declan White is the
stereotypical nice guy. When his fraternity brother betrays him with the girl
of his dreams, he struggles to be the man he is without losing himself. Eliza might just be what he needs.
No one has ever made him want to
be so bad.
When these two come together,
their lives collide in a battle of wills. One moment can change the rest of
your life. You can accept it... or you can hope for something more.
Excerpt
Excerpt #1
Declan's POV
I've learned to disappear. Over
the last few months, I've perfected the art of avoidance. Quincy wants to
apologize. Brody wants to apologize. Everybody's sorry about what happened.
Apology not accepted.
There's not a damn thing, not
one word, that either of them could say to make me feel any better. The old me
would have pushed the pain aside, ignoring my own feelings, to do whatever it
took to make things right. Well, I'm not that guy anymore.
I can't stomach the pity on
Brody's face, that misplaced concern, too little, too late. I don't want his
pity. I just want to punch him in the face, but it still wouldn't be enough.
Accepting his apology would allow him to breathe a little easier, and he
doesn't deserve it.
And Quincy. Just thinking about
her twists the knife in my gut. It's not that I don't believe her when she says
she's sorry. It's just that I don't need her apology. I need her.
Excerpt #2:
Liza's POV
"Hey, I need to go. You
want me to walk you home?" I can tell by the expression on his face that
he really means 'walk me home' when he says that. It's not code for 'wanna go
get freaky?' like I'm used to.
Home? No. That is not what I
want. I see Jerk-off weaving his way through the crowd, looking for me, and I
grab Declan's hand, pulling him along behind me. All of a sudden, a night on
that guy's couch with a few minutes of rutting no longer appeals to me.
"Let's go!" I yell
over my shoulder, wishing he was asking something different but knowing it's
for the best. I head straight for the stairs, the loud music and heat pressing
in on me.
I push open the large metal
doors, taking a deep breath as we step out into the warm night air. It's
after midnight, and this isn't how my nights usually end.
Releasing his hand, I begin
walking in the direction of my dorm. I walk quickly, turning the
corner into an alley, not even sure he's still following me. I'm startled when
he reaches for my shoulder, stopping me, and steps in front of me.
"Liza, is something wrong?
I didn't mean..." He rubs his hand over his dark, cropped hair once more
as he takes a step back.
"It's fine. I'm just drunk
and need to get out of here." I'm defensive. Rejection settles in the pit
of my stomach. It's not something I'm used to, and I hate it. I mean really,
really hate it.
"Liza." His voice is
low and steady but commanding. I look up, finding him just as conflicted as I
am. He takes two small steps, closer to me, and I back up, until my back is
against the hard concrete wall. When he's standing directly in front of me, his
chest heaving and his voice breathless, he whispers, "I'm going to be
naughty now."
He leans down, a hand tilting my
chin up to his. For a moment, the world stands still, and then, his mouth
crashes into mine, his hands find my waist and lift me up, pressing my back
into the wall. It's hard, and sexy, and raw, and I can't fight it. I don't want
to.
I raise my legs, wrapping them
shamelessly around his waist, unable to get close enough. His hardness fits
tightly against me, the friction pure torture. I'm aware that my skirt is above
my hips and someone could see us at any moment, but I can't make myself care.
There's nothing but his tongue,
pushing its way into my mouth, his fingers gripping my thighs, and his heart
pounding against mine. Nothing but him.
Wrapping my hands around his
neck, I deepen the kiss, our teeth clashing together, desperate, hungry for
more. He groans, devouring my lips with his own. Abruptly, he pulls away,
leaving me stunned as our chests heave between us. Staring into each other's
eyes for several long moments, we struggle to catch our breaths.
He breaks the silence first.
"How did I do?" His mouth is so close to mine, the words vibrate
across my lips, his lips teasing mine.
"Perfect."
"Do you wanna go
somewhere?" This time, I know he means something different. And this...
this is what I can handle.
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Meet Sydney Lane
Sydney Lane lives in Nashville,
TN with her husband and children. Growing up in Smalltown, USA, Sydney dreamed
of being a writer. After spending an outrageous amount of money to go to
college, Sydney finally decided to follow her heart. Drug dealer and mommy by
day, her alter ego is an author by night. Sydney is very active in charity work
for anti-bullying and depression awareness groups.
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