Publication date: January 29th 2018
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Suspense
He died that night, alone, in the rain, in the dark, the boy that called me baby girl.
I was only seventeen; we were going to be together forever.
On his way to pick me up for prom, he swerved. I’ll never know what made him do it, what killed the boy I’d loved my whole life. With roses clutched in his hand, he bled out in icy wetness all alone.
His best friend is here though, and I’m pretty sure he loves me.
But after the accident, I left for a year and didn’t look back.
Now I’m back in town and my heart is like shattered glass.
Do I pick up the pieces and risk getting cut? And do I let another boy call me baby girl?
“You fucking bitch,” the gunman from the stairs snarls, dragging me backwards.
He doesn’t get far.
With a roar, Phoenix is just suddenly there, throwing a punch at the man that literally cracks his front teeth and drops him to the floor with blood oozing from his nose and mouth.
The crowd goes silent as Phoenix steps up close to me and I realize for the first time ever exactly how big he is. He fucking towers over me, his gray eyes focused on my face, his breath ragged and wild. The way he looks at me … it’s like he’s not even my childhood friend anymore.
Sucking in a sharp breath, I find his scent on my tongue—musky, minty, sweet.
Phoenix looks at me the way a man looks at a woman he wants to be his.
Scooping me up in his arms, I find myself pressed to his sweaty chest as the crowd cheers once again and several more guards step up around us. Nobody touches Phoenix though as he weaves his way through the thick heat of the crowd, over to a small door in the back wall.
Yet another guard lets us through and then … it’s just me and Phoenix in a quiet locker room.
He sets me down on my feet, making me rock with the suddenness of it, and then smashes both palms into the lockers, one on either side of my shoulders.
Phoenix stares at me like he isn’t sure what to think or say or do.
“We should get out of here,” I say, but he looks like a man who’s about to come unraveled. Plus, he’s literally covered in blood. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” I choke out, closing my eyes against the sight of him.
My body is reacting in all sorts of strange, inappropriate ways.
C.M. Stunich is a self-admitted bibliophile with a love for exotic teas and a whole host of characters who live full time inside the strange, swirling vortex of her thoughts. Some folks might call this crazy, but Caitlin Morgan doesn’t mind – especially considering she has to write biographies in the third person. Oh, and half the host of characters in her head are searing hot bad boys with dirty mouths and skillful hands (among other things). If being crazy means hanging out with them everyday, C.M. has decided to have herself committed.
She hates tapioca pudding, loves to binge on cheesy horror movies, and is a slave to many cats. When she’s not vacuuming fur off of her couch, C.M. can be found with her nose buried in a book or her eyes glued to a computer screen. She’s the author of over thirty novels – romance, new adult, fantasy, and young adult included. Please, come and join her inside her crazy. There’s a heck of a lot to do there.
Oh, and Caitlin loves to chat (incessantly), so feel free to e-mail her, send her a Facebook message, or put up smoke signals. She’s already looking forward to it.
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