The Problem with Heartache
Crazy
in Love #3
By Lauren K. McKellar
Genre: Contemporary Romance (New Adult)
Out February 27, 2015
Synopsis
The problem with heartache is that there’s no
one-size-fits-all relief package. You can go to classes; you can try to embrace
change. But when you wake up at two in the morning, a smile on your face
because you’ve dreamt about the could have—the should have—nothing
will console you.
Because seconds
later, you remember.
And remembering can
rip you apart.
***
Kate will do
anything for her family. It’s why she took the job with Lee. It’s why she’s
attempting to forget her pain. But it's hard to forget, when you're
desperate to hold on. Even if Lee Collins is the perfect package.
Lee will do
anything for the ones he cares about. It’s why he hired Kate.
It’s why he
keeps his secrets, and it’s why he cannot, will not fall in love. Not with
Kate—not with anyone.
Ever.
The one
thing he can’t forgive.
The one
thing she can’t forget.
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Excerpt
“You. In.”
She pointed to the room behind me, and I glanced over my shoulder.
“In
there?” I smirked again, but her cheeks didn’t get any redder, to my
astonishment. “Is now really the time?”
She
pushed against my naked chest, her steely eyes fixed on my face the whole time,
then slammed the door behind us with her foot.
“If
you wanted some private time together, you just had to say so.” I joked,
leaning back against the chair that was positioned in front of the mirror in my
dressing room.
“You
think this is funny?” Kate asked, her head tilted to the side.
“Actually
… yeah.” I nodded and smiled again, not unkindly.
Kate
looked down, and for one God-awful moment I thought she was going to cry.
Then,
she did something better than crying. Holy mother of crap sticks, was this
better than crying.
She
raised her hands to the top of her black button-up shirt—and she undid the top
button. Creamy, white skin is exposed, defined collarbones, teasing my eyes
down to—
She
undid another button. Holy fuck, what was Kate doing? Her cleavage heaved in
front of me, and I got a hint, just a hint of her black lacy bra.
“It
cannot be a coincidence that one man is shirtless in front of me six times in
two weeks.”
I
grinned. She’d counted.
That
totally means she’s into it.
Then
she did something that completely surprised me. Hell, it shocked the living
daylight out of me. In one fluid movement, she grabbed the sides of her shirt
and pulled, popping open her entire top and then shrugging it over her
shoulders so she stood there in the world’s hottest black, lacy bra, skin-tight
black denim jeans and these shoes—how the hell did I not notice them
before?—that were red, high, and sexy as sin.
I
swallowed. “So … this is a revenge …” Swallow, “… strip?”
“This
is me, trying to do something to get you to pay attention and listen when I ask
you to do something.” Kate’s voice was honey as it melted into me.
I
raised my hand to the back of my neck and rubbed at the muscles there that had
suddenly become tight with tension. “Oh, I’m paying attention, all right.” I
widened my eyes. There was absolutely no doubt about that right now.
“Get
back stage, Lee. Seriously. This is your last warning.”
I
swallowed again, and felt the clamminess of perspiration beading my brow. Was
it hot in here? It sure felt hot.
She
stepped close to me, till her chest was almost touching my chest. Shit, she
smelt like soap and hairspray and … apples. Delicious.
“I
…” My gaze flicked to her lips, and I wondered if it would really be that bad
if I kissed her. After all, that wouldn’t be promising her marriage, and maybe
she’d be up for a casual thing. And her lips—they were so red, and plump, and—oh
God, she just licked them with that sweet-as-hell little tongue, and—
The
palm of her hand made contact with my face before I even registered her arm
moving. Five elegant fingers stung my cheek and I jerked backward, clutching my
face in pain. “What the hell?”
Kate
walked over to where her shirt lay on the floor and picked it up, casually
shrugging it on. She had the biggest shit-eating grin on her face, and I
couldn’t help but give a little smile myself. I’d not seen her look so animated
since she first boarded the bus.
“I
told you it was your final warning,” she said, doing up her buttons, then
turned to the door, wrenching it open and making a sweeping gesture with her
arm, allowing me passage through. “Now, Mr Collins, if you please.”
“Thanks,”
I mumbled, walking past her and out into the corridor. I passed Xander’s door,
and a thought flashed through my mind. What if she stripped for all the guys to
get them on stage? I couldn’t have her just—
“Lee?”
The voice halted me in my tracks. I spun to face her.
She
threw my black shirt at me. “Put some clothes on.”
Meet the Author
Lauren K.
McKellar is an author and editor. Her debut novel, Finding Home, was
released through Escape Publishing on October 1, 2013, and her second release,
NA Contemporary Romance The Problem With Crazy, is self-published, and is
available now. She loves books that evoke emotion, and hope hers make you feel.
Lauren lives
by the beach in Australia with her husband and their two dogs. Most of the
time, all three of them are well behaved.
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