From USA Today Best-Selling Author comes the second book in a series of standalones in The Saint Series.
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Synopsis
Jude
I faked my way long enough by keeping my mouth shut, painting a fake smile on my face and focusing hard on my job.
I quit going out to find that random piece of ass.
Not a one of them would stand up to her anyway.
She hates me, loathes me even.
Little does Vivian Shepard know I’ve got more tricks up my sleeve than she will ever begin to imagine to get her to change her mind, to get my chance.
I’m not giving up.
I want her, and by God, I’ll fight as dirty as I can get to have her.
No matter what!
Vivian
Of course, I knew it was a one-night stand.
It’s was the perfect night before all hell broke loose to be quite honest.
Drinking, talking and flirting.
One I relished in as I tried to gravitate my mind back to solid ground after soaring so high I could feel the rush of flying.
My stomach dipped, my heart fluttered, and my toes curled inward and then I splattered to the hard surface of the ground.
Jude Westbrooke opened his big fat mouth.
He ruined it, ruined me, ruined it all.
Excerpt
“We need to talk.” I finally manage to pull
away from her. My eyes are diverting from her mouth to her soaked t-shirt.
“Fuck,” I snarl. Her pink nipples are standing out against the wet fabric,
which is white and very thin. My gaze darkens the further south it goes, down
to her tiny little pink and white shorts that are saturated. Rivulets of water
are dripping down her long, toned legs, dripping off her silky skin to mix with
the giant puddle on the floor.
“You look
absolutely beautiful, Red.”
“What in the
hell are you doing here, Jude? It’s a monsoon out there. And what gives you the
right to barge into my house and attack me like that, anyway? Have you lost
your mind?” She shoves me back a step and climbs off the counter, nearly
falling on her ass in the process. Slippery when wet, baby! The spell is
broken.
“I didn’t lose
my mind. You fucking stole it. I can’t stop thinking about you, and no matter
what you try and say, I know damn well you don’t want me to. So we are talking,
goddamn it!” I yell.
“Well, that sure
didn’t sound like talking to me. And take your mind back. I don’t want it.”
Liar.
“No, darling, it
wasn’t talking. What that was, was several months of pent-up frustration over
wanting more of what you gave me the night we met. What that was, was me
telling you that I’m not a man who walks away from something he knows is rare.
You want to give me my mind back, then let me give you something more to stew
about in that pretty head of yours. You are so full of shit if you think for
one second I’m buying the piss-ass excuse that you don’t want me. And before
your head gets all rattled and you start spewing more of your shit, I’m not
talking about sex, Vivian. I’m talking about you. The woman I know is in there,
but is too fucking stubborn to let the best side of her out. I want that woman.
The woman I met before I fucked shit up. The woman I want to ask out on a date.
So, you know what? I’m here to tell you that once you decide to let that woman
emerge, you give me a call.”
I turn to leave
and grab the door handle. I’m so fucking mad she isn’t trying to stop me like
she should that I could spit nails into this door. Hammer this goddamn thing
shut.
“I’m telling you
right the hell now, Vivian, that if you don’t call me, then you are wasting
what I know for a goddamn fact would be the greatest gift given to me, which is
you.”
Meet the Author
Amazon Best Selling Author Kathy Coopmans, lives in Michigan with her husband Tony where they have two grown sons.
After raising her children she decided to publish her first book and retiring from being a hairstylist.
She now writes full time.
She's a huge sports fan with her favorite being Football and Tennis.
She's a giver and will do anything she can to help another person succeed!
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