Author: Kate Stewart
Publication: March 27, 2014
****Mature Audiences only**** (language,
explicit sex, some drug use)
In every life there is always that...one.
In every life there is always that...one.
Twenty-one year
old Laura Sedgwick is a rebel without a cause. Her only plans for life are to
make no plans. She revels in her fascination of the unexpected as she navigates
her way through mid -1990’s Dallas
nightlife. One very bad night brings her face to face with the one man likely
to change her mind about…well...everything.
Twenty-three
year old Seth Whitaker has every intention of seeing through with his well
mapped out life. He is a hard working over-achiever that has no intentions of
slowing his pace for anyone. With a fierce determination to not let life pass
him by without taking a huge bite, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to the
one distraction that could keep him from his best laid plans. Little did he
know his determination to keep his life on track would be the very thing to
trigger the events that change the course of both their lives.
In this life
she had only done one thing right...
...and she was
his only chance at salvation.
Kate Stewart, a native of
Book Excerpt
All I was feeling was showing in the bathroom mirror on my reddened face. I was having a hard time enjoying it, instead of being terrified. I cupped some water from the faucet and swallowed, willing myself to get it together. I walked into the hall of the long corridor that led back to the rooftop door and found Seth waiting for me, arms crossed over his chest, casually leaning against the wall. I stood on the opposite wall, placing my hands behind my back. I felt a drop of water drip from my bottom lip onto my chest and slide into the V of my dress. I saw his eyes follow it with envy as he spokes his first words to me.
“You are all I think about, and I come here
and you look…like this,” he breathed the words to me and I felt them on every
inch of my body. I moved to go to him and he made a small gesture that kept me
where I was. He still wanted to play and I was game.
“What do you think
about?”
“Your laugh, the way
your voice is raspy in the morning when you wake up, the arch of your perfect
feet, the way your hair falls over your face when you’re on top of me, the way
this feels right now and every time I’m with you.”
I pulled my leg
through the thigh high slit in my dress propping my heel on the wall behind me
and smiled. He cursed as he came toward me in a blur. He stopped himself inches
away, placing both hands on the side of my face against the wall.
“Temptress,” he
whispered into my ear.
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