Publication Date: October 7, 2014
Shy. Intelligent. Naive. Statistic. Raine
Forester was an average girl leading an average life. She slipped beneath
everyone's radar, until Camron Moss, the most popular guy in school, took
interest in her and changed everything. Some acts are unforgivable. Raine
thought she'd been accepted. She thought she was one of them. She thought she
was in love... until one moment made her realize she'd trusted the wrong
person. Lies are told, hearts get broken, secrets are revealed, and sometimes,
true love is found in the least likely places.
EXCERPTThanks to the dreams dogging him every night for the past week, his mind was filled with pictures of Raine. All kinds of dirty, inappropriate thoughts, like what would she taste like if he licked her between her thighs? What would she sound like in the throes of an orgasm? The sound of his name, high and keening, when he walked into the kitchen and caught her by surprise had him hard all over again.If she knew the kind of thoughts that ran through his head every time he looked at her, no doubt it would get him slapped in the face. Or worse. He needed to come home for another Raine fix.She was becoming an addiction. One that he needed to kick before it spun out of control, but he just couldn’t seem to help himself.Imagine his shock when he’d walked through the door, expecting… well, he didn’t know what he was expecting exactly, but it wasn’t that.What the hell was she doing, sitting in the middle of the kitchen with her robe gaping open? Was it on purpose? Did she hear him pull in and decide to give him an eyeful?Camron’s warning rose up in his head, giving him pause.Could Raine really be the kind of girl his brother claimed she was? Was she playing him?The thought angered him. He wasn’t someone to be played, and he’d be damned if he walked blindly into a trap. If she was up to something, he planned to get to the bottom of it.Shutting off the water, Jarret snapped the towel off the rack and wrapped it around his waist. His focus was no longer on what he couldn’t have, but what he would have. If Raine was playing, then she was about to get beat at her own game.He found her in the kitchen in the exact spot he’d left her. She had her head bent down and her hands in her lap. Hearing him approach, she jerked her head up, her brows furrowing as he marched toward her. Her eyes skated over him, taking in the towel tied around his hips and the water still clinging to his skin.It was a quick appraisal that filled those brown eyes of hers with heat and him with satisfaction.She likes what she sees, does she?“Why are you here, really?” he asked, his tone brooking no argument. He wanted answers, and he was going to get them.“What?” Confusion laced her tone, adding to the air of innocence that clung to her, but it could just be another layer to her game. “You brought me here. You made me come.”“Not yet I haven’t.” His eyes narrowed as he stopped in front of her, her knees pressing into the fronts of his thighs. Looking uncomfortable, she tried to scoot back, but he refused to give her an inch. Leaning over her, Jarret held her gaze captive. “You argued about living with me. An hour ago, you asked me to take you home. I’m wondering why you don’t fight harder. If you really didn’t want to be here, you wouldn’t be. So, I’ll ask you again, why are you really here?”Lips parting, Raine choked on her words. “I…don’t know what to say,” she said finally.“How about the truth.”She studied him for one long, silent moment. “No one’s ever helped me before. I don’t know how to take it, but I…” She looked away briefly, and when her eyes came back to his, they were wide and pleading. “I need it. And I like being with you.” Those last words were spoken in a whisper, almost as if she didn’t want him to hear them.But he did.And they gave him so much pleasure, he couldn’t help himself. Despite their connection to each other, he’d made up his mind. Not allowing himself time to think, Jarret grabbed ahold of her face and kissed her.
About the Author
USA Today Bestselling author J.C. Valentine is the alter-ego of Brandi Salazar, whose enjoyment of tales of romance spurred her to branch out and create her own.
She lives in the Northwest with her husband, their wild children, and far too many pets. As a university student, she studies literature, which goes well with her dream of becoming an editor. Brandi entertains a number of hobbies including reading and photography, but her first love is writing fiction-in all its forms.