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The Edge of Madness –
A Thriller & Horror Anthology
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Release Date: March 1, 2016


MARCH MADNESS as you’ve NEVER seen it…


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Kick off Spring 2016 with a collection of macabre, suspenseful and disturbing thriller/horror stories from around the globe — some of which you might be able to read with the lights off. The rest are going to scare the bejeezus out of you! One thing is guaranteed: once you’ve read them, you won’t ever be the same! 

A mix of previously-released stories and never-before seen tales, this set holds fifteen new worlds to explore — fifteen incredible experiences to bombard your senses, fifteen sets of characters to love, hate and run from — and who could ask for more? 

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13 — Julie Elizabeth Powell 
SLOTS — R.E. Hargrave 
SPLIT — Michele E. Gwynn 
NO CALLER ID — Ruby West 
SECRETS ROOM — Kim Faulks 
BLOOD CROW — Cleve Sylcox 
BLOOD IS POWER — Ella Medler 
DUPLICITOUS — Stephanie Nett 
LOST SHADOWS — Julie Elizabeth Powell 
DIRTY BUSINESS — Julie Elizabeth Powell 
NORTH BY NORTHEAST — Cherime MacFarlane 
CAPTIVE (Book 1 of A New Life Series) — Samantha Jacobey 

RATED MA 18+ for mature content, V — violence, S — graphic sexual situations, L — vulgar language. Not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. Reader discretion is advised. 

RELEASED by PERMISSION — All works in this box set have been professionally proofed by Paper Gold Publishing, unless this service was expressly refused by the author. Some stories are written in American, some in Australian, and some in British English. The authors have chosen to stay true to their heritage. 
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Chapter 1
“Surgery went well, Levi, but it looks like you’ll still be out about two full months. You should be back on the field mid-season. My advice is to rest up and follow your physical therapy to perfection.”
“Two months?” I question, hoping I heard him wrong.
“Levi, your body can’t take many more hits, and it definitely deserves a full recovery.”
Trying to sit up in the bed, I begin to argue again. “But football is my…”
“It’s only going to take one wrong hit on your spine, and you’re done. Done, as in the rest of your career, or finished, as in a wheelchair. Without a full recovery, your chances of being in a wheelchair the rest of your life is heightened.” Dr. Valentine hesitates a moment, jotting down some quick notes on a prescription pad, and then continues. “It’s your choice, Levi. You need to give your body the time it needs to heal. I will be the only one clearing you to play again.”

The doctor’s words are crystal clear, and I can see none of my razzle dazzle and shit talking will convince him otherwise. The words finished and done scare the living shit out of me. They are my worst nightmare and truly haven’t been a reality for me until now. I feel it every morning when I get out of bed. Muscles, bones, and joints all scream in protest with every single movement. Just the simple act of tying my shoes has been painful.

I knew it would be a vicious tackle to take me out, and it was.  In a fucking preseason game where it’s understood to take it easy on the players, especially the first string.  I guess karma is a bitch. I saw number eighty-two flying in my direction, but chose to put all my faith in my linemen to block him or at least hold him off until I released the ball.

There was a wide-open receiver for a gain of about twelve yards, but I wanted the long bomb for the TD. When I saw my receiver finally open up in the end zone, it was just about the exact time the defender took me out. Lost the ball, lost the game, and lost my opportunity to play for two months.

“Want me to contact your father? You’ll need someone around.”

“No, I’m good.”

“Levi, I can’t stress to you how important this recovery is. You’ll need someone around for physical and mental support. I don’t think any of your blonde bombshells
will be much assistance at all.”

His last words make me laugh because he’s absolutely right. None of my frequent weekend entertainment is in it for the long haul. They’re all plum satisfied with a
weekend full of hot and heavy sex.

“No, don’t call my dad. I don’t need his judgmental, overbearing ass on me.”

“Well, you’re going to need some type of assistance over the next two months. Who else is here in Dallas?”

While finally being able to shift my head enough to look out the window, I answer, “I’ll have my driver pick me up.”

“You’ll need help, Levi.”

“I’ll fucking take care of it.”

Everything inside of me wants to pick up the nearest object and chuck it at the window or the doctor’s face. Glass breaking or some bones crushing under my hands
would feel brilliant right about now. I have nothing left to live for until I can get back out on that field.

If I were my brother, Lincoln, I’d have a loving wife and a dog at home to comfort me while I heal. Instead, I have trophy case after trophy case to console me—oh, and my three Super Bowl rings. The one thing about the trophies and rings is they are amazing and life altering to win in the heat of the moment and during the passion of the game, but the metal grows cold mighty fast, leaving behind rapidly fading memories.

My dad has always groomed me to be a living legend, something to talk about for years and years. Football was and has been my only option, throwing the pigskin in the back yard after school and on weekends, attending every single football camp within a hundred miles of home, and watching tape after tape of game films. I could recite any playbook when I was six years old. Lincoln, on the other hand, loves football as well, but played it his way. He did it without dad’s approval. And that’s my biggest regret; I wish I could’ve been strong like him. Instead, I was molded into my dad’s dream.

Feeling guilty and like a typical ass, I finally let the surgeon know I’ll be okay and taken care of.

“I’ll call my driver and fly back to Colorado to one of my homes.”

“Who is there to help you?”

“Lincoln and Lynlee.”

“Good, I’ll set up a physical therapist for in home services. We’ll do everything on our end to get you back out on the green.”

“How many nights do I have to stay here?”

“With how smoothly the surgery went, I’d just like to observe you for the next couple days. Why don’t you make arrangements to fly out on Thursday?”


“Do you want to call any family or friends?”


“Levi, I’d like to help you through this.”

“Then I need more pain meds.”

Moments later a nurse walks in, and I watch as she injects something into the tube of my IV. She’s quite the hot piece of ass. I’d definitely be tapping that shit all night long.

She even has a sweet smell covering her body that I could easily visualize myself consuming.

“Levi, this will make you drowsy,” she says, capping the needle. I can’t seem to pry my eyes from the back of her as she reaches up to dispose of the needle and syringe in the red container.  A strip of her flesh peeks out between her scrubs, and this narrow glimpse sets me on fire.  I find my hand willing itself to reach out and touch her before she turns around.

“I’ll be your night nurse, so if you need me, push this button. Oh, my name is Ashley, so just let me know if you need anything, and I do mean anything.” She finishes
off her words with a flirty little wink in my direction.

My insides turn with her looks, scent, and presence. I’d definitely be taking this one home for a couple nights. Yes, she’d be granted a VIP pass to the Wilks’ Wild Weekend Express, hosted smack dab in my bed at my mansion in Dallas. My hand finally responds, stretching out in her direction, and when she places her petite little palm in mine, I know I have her.

“Ashley, I could do so many things to you. I’d love to see those panties of yours…”

Before I can finish my last word, everything goes black.


“Sir, you’re not supposed to walk. I’ll get your wheelchair.”

“Just shut the fuck up and get my bags.”

I let Lincoln know I was coming to stay for the next couple months. For fuck’s sake, in reality it’s my house. Lincoln and Lynlee have lived here since they married. They both wanted to stay in Colorado since it was the place they met, and Lynlee wanted to go to college. Lincoln lucked out and was drafted to Denver.

The assholes have the perfect life just the way they want it. I can’t deny the fact; they fought tooth and fucking nail to get it. They didn’t pussy out and let someone else call all their shots, and I, for one, wasn’t going to allow them to live in the home Lincoln and I were raised in.

Dad and Lincoln have truly worked through most of their shit, and Lincoln still came out the way he wanted. Played defense, went to the college he wanted, majored in what he wanted, dated who he desired, and let his middle finger fly to the rest who didn’t approve. Not me. I’m the oldest, and yearned for approval around every corner, leaving me with a hollow life.

“Sir, you are not supposed to walk.”

Turning to the naive puke of a driver, I lay into his ass. “Do you fucking realize you’re talking to? Do you?”

The young douche clams up. The look on his face is almost comical. Even in my weakest state, I have the power to bring pussies like him to his knees, and I enjoy every fucking second of it. It might make me an arrogant ass, but being a dick is the only saving grace I posses.

“And you weren’t supposed to be born, so shut the fuck up, already,” I add to sting the wound a little more.

I feel muscles rip and tear as I try to peel myself out of the limo. The pain is familiar and immediately reminds me of my younger days when my dad demanded perfection from each pass. I now have the same sensation years later trying to simply walk from a car to the front fucking door of my own home. The pain is so intense I want to ask the young puke to honk the horn to get Lincoln’s attention to come help me, but then again it might even be worse to have the brother I envy help me
I never would’ve thought ten simple steps would be the longest of my ever-loving life, but I want to be the dick to knock on my own door. I bet Lincoln is about to sit down and eat dinner with his wife, with his dog lying obediently at his feet. Fuck, I bet she’s the kind of woman to bake his ass chicken potpie every Thursday night.
What a douche.

Before my hand instinctively turns the doorknob, I decide to ring the doorbell at the last minute. I chuckle to myself, imagining Lincoln complimenting Lynlee on his dinner and petting her knee under the table, only to mutter curse words when he hears the doorbell ring. Lincoln may be a wild spirit, and we might as well have different fathers, but I can call his next move from a mile away. Some might say we haven’t been brothers for years, yet I know him better than anyone on this earth, and right now he wants to knock the lights out on the fucker ringing his doorbell, because he was moments from taking his wife to bed.

When the door opens, it’s neither Lincoln nor Lynlee looking back at me. To my utter amazement, my fucking little bro has gone and hired the hottest fucking home nurse. A blonde bombshell stands before me, and I try hard as I can to keep my jaw from dropping wide open. Every muscle in my body is aching, yet my cock has no problem springing to action for the juicy blonde. It’s obvious my home nurse hasn’t had the chance to change into her naughty little nurse outfit.

“Well, are you going to invite me in, Nurse Nancy?”

“Excuse me?”

Talking slowly and deliberately, I say, “Are. You. Going. To. Invite. Me. In?”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” she asks, and the rush of her hot breath brushes my lips.

The smell is so sweet and tender it makes my cock bulge even further. I know one thing for sure; this nurse will be checking my blood pressure topless tonight.
“Levi,” comes a familiar voice, Lincoln. “You’re supposed to be in a wheelchair.

What the fuck you doing walking already, bro?”

“Well, if Nurse Nancy here could help a fellow out…”

Not only do I say it, I also gesture with my hand, grabbing myself. Another voice joins the mixture, and it’s Lynlee’s this time. “Levi, you made it.”

When her gaze hits mine, I see the same concern as in my brother’s eyes. They know I should be sitting and not standing. They know the consequences all too well.

Without allowing her to respond, I relieve their stress. “Well, if Nurse Nancy would move her ass, I could get up into my bed and get down to business. I knew Valentine was setting up in home therapy, but not an in home nurse.”

Grabbing the inside of the doorjamb, I force myself up into my house, and looking around the place, I really like what they’ve done with it. Looks like a home, the perfect loving home complete with two dogs to kick.

The big tittied blonde looks mystified and almost a little horrified with my arrival.

Doesn’t the bitch realize this is, in fact, my house? Or maybe she has no idea a three-time world champion just graced her with his presence.

“Weren’t expecting your patient to arrive so early or what?” I finally ask, breaking the silence.

“I’m not a nurse.”

Losing my patience with this stuck up bitch, I demand, “Then who the fuck are you?”

The bitch really has some balls, as I watch her step up into my face, pinning me down with her best death stare.

“Stop,” Lynlee yells and pushes her way in between us. “Levi, this is my best friend, Jazzy. She’s staying here with us.”

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Reaching Her Blitz

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Reaching Her

by Elizabeth Lynx


Genre: Contemporary / Erotic Romance (Novella)
Release Date: September 2014
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Josephine Powell is an intelligent assistant professor of Psychology. She is a woman who knows what she wants: a man who can earn a grade “A” in the bedroom, but is smart enough to earn an “A” in romance as well. After last night with Pierce Carver she thinks she found her first-ever A-man, but will he be able to capture her heart in the daytime?

Pierce Carver has, between hard work and brains, achieved everything he’s set his eye on. A serial entrepreneur, now independently wealthy, his sexual prowess has always kept women from leaving after the deed was done, much to his chagrin. Until the night Josephine comes into his life, that is: the one woman he wanted to stay through the next morning! It’s the morning after the best sex of his life, when he wakes to find neither her nor her number, only an enigmatic note. Will he even be able to find her? If he does, will she even want a man who has no idea how to woo a woman?


Suddenly Johnny Cash’s “I Walk the Line” starts playing and I reach into my purse to grab my phone, instantly knowing who is calling. I knew this ringtone would fit him perfectly.

“Hello Pierce, I was wondering when you would call.”

“Hello Josephine, I hope I am not interrupting you?”

“No, I’m just eating ice cream with Luna as we discuss baseball.”

I wink at Luna who is covering her mouth with her hand trying to suppress a laugh.

“So you like baseball?”

“It’s ok, I guess. I’m not really into sports. It’s just the topic that came up. How about you, do you like baseball?”

“Yeah, I do. I’m not into sports as much as some men, but I hang out with the guys sometimes and we watch baseball, football and basketball. College basketball, not the NBA.”

“Oh, good to know. We were also discussing your friend Corbin.”

There is a sudden smack on my upper arm. I look up to see Luna glaring at me as she shakes her head, mouthing the word ‘no’ to me.

“I guess you were talking about their date last night. I talked to him this morning and he mentioned he had a good time.”

“That’s what I am getting from Luna. A good time was had by all.”

“Well, that’s not why I called, to discuss their date or baseball or sports.”

“You didn’t. Well, I never would have guessed that Pierce.”

I give a smirk.

“You know you’re smart ass mouth is having a unique reaction on me right now. It’s taking all my strength not to hunt you down, toss you over my lap and give you a spanking.”

I close my eyes and try to suppress a moan. The muscles between my thighs pulsate to life and I am suddenly wishing I was in an air conditioned room and not baking under the hot sun.

“I have to say Pierce if that is a threat it’s not working. In fact I think it’s having the opposite effect of what you intend.”

“God Josephine, please stop talking like that.”

He sounds breathy and the words are fading as I struggle to hear.

“I’ll stop talking like that for now, but we will have to pick up this conversation later. Perhaps tonight, you call me and we can discuss this in further detail.”


It was faint but I managed to make it out.

“Good. I have to go now Pierce. My vanilla ice cream is melting all over my hand and I have to lick it off. Have a good day and I look forward to talking tonight.”

I hang up the phone figuring I wouldn’t get much of a good bye from him. Luna is staring at me with her mouth wide open and her ice cream melting fast.


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Elizabeth Lynx grew up in Maryland and lived an average life. In college she was a theater major, but she didn’t think she was that good so she left the acting world behind once she graduated. She did keep up writing comedy sketches and eventually pursued Improv. That took her to Chicago where she was in the Second City Conservatory Program. But, to her husband’s chagrin, she gave up Improv. Now she is a writer, no longer the performer. She makes characters perform for her on the page. She and her husband and two little boys have moved back to the Washington DC area to be closer to family. Every day while her boys eat, sleep or play she writes.

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Grey, Isla: A Voice in the Dark, The Dark Plots #1


by Isla Grey

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Series:  The Dark Plots, #1


Publisher: Limitless Publishing

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Death Never Takes A Holiday…

Abigail Farmer knows one thing, the funeral home business…

By day, she works at her family’s funeral home. By night, she lives alone on its upper floor. With her stepfather, Sam, about to retire, Abigail is convinced there is only one person who can run the business effectively, her.

However, her life at the funeral home changes when Hasten Holmes arrives.

Ready for his first day on the job Hasten is met by a reluctant Abigail who hopes Sam sends him packing after they exchange unpleasantries.

Reluctant to get too close to anyone, especially someone who’s associated with Stu—Sam’s lowlife friend and wannabe business partner—Abigail deliberately keeps things strictly professional between them.

Then something unexpected happens…

Abigail’s plans to take charge of the family business take a drastic turn when she finds the mutilated body of one of their clients, and it becomes apparent that there’s more going on in the funeral home as a sinister plot begins to reveal itself.

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Abigail puckered her lips and applied a light coating of peach flavored lip gloss. She cringed at the sight of her tired reflection staring back at her in the mirror. Picking up a tortoiseshell compact, she dabbed a bit of concealer on the circles under here steel-gray eyes. There was nothing worse than visitations and the constant barrage of people who came out for them.

Just as she reached the bottom step, a swift tug at her arm threw her off balance. Her left knee buckled, but the firmness of the grip refused to let her fall.

“Make sure no one goes on a sight-seeing tour tonight,” Stu growled in her ear.

“Why on earth would you care what people do?” Abigail sneered through gritted teeth while trying to pry her arm away.

“They come in the door, down the hall, look at the dead guy, tell the old crone they’re sorry, then leave. We don’t want anyone staying longer than they need to.”

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Isla Grey grew up in a small town in central Virginia. From the time that she won an elementary school writing competition, Isla has always seemed to have a pen and paper handy and a story in her head. She likes to write a variety of stories especially those that bring out the darker side of things.

When she’s not being called Mom, Mama, Mommy (you get the picture) by her daughter who constantly keeps her on her toes, she’s the pet human to a plethora of cats that have taken up residence at her home that is in the same small town that she grew up in.

Isla likes traveling but for her there’s “no place like home”. She enjoys good music played loud, walking and reading. She also inherited her grandmother’ love of movies and writes movie mistakes articles for one of the top women’s sites on the web.

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McKee, Emily: The Beautiful Series

A Beautiful Idea

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Isabelle Clark always had ideas, but that’s all they ever were . . . until now.

She grew up in a world filled with poverty and hatred from the person who gave birth to her and had decided she would finally make her ideas a reality.

After moving away to college as a junior she ran into the University of Maryland’s walking one-night stand. Literally.

Ryder Mitchell was every girl’s wet dream all in one muscled, tattooed, pierced, baseball playing package. He thought he had the life: going to school, tattooing people by day, and giving girls the best orgasms of their life by night.

When he found out that Financial Aid didn’t fully cover Isabelle’s room and board Ryder had an idea: Isabelle should move in with him.

On the outside everybody sees Isabelle as a quiet bookworm and Ryder as a player, both on and off the baseball diamond. They soon learn who the other truly is.

Either way, they’re about to realize this idea was a beautiful one.

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A Beautiful Mess

The Beautiful Series #2


Ashlynn Miller has always done the right thing. She’s always known what to do when it comes to situations in life.

That is, until she met Jason Williams their freshman year of college. Now it just seems like her life is one big mess after another.

To everyone else Jason Williams is just another hot, single guy walking around on the University of Maryland’s campus.

However, deep down his life is a complete mess. Growing up wasn’t as easy for Jason as it was for Ashlynn. He’s had to deal with things he may not ever be able to share with anyone, especially not Ashlynn.

Keeping secrets and harboring feelings doesn’t sound like the best way to start off a relationship. Could it be too much of a mess for them to handle?

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A Beautiful Mistake

The Beautiful Series #3


Jade Williams has been a walking mistake since the day she was born.

Picking the wrong friends. Picking the wrong boyfriend. She also thought it was a mistake when she allowed her brother’s sexy old roommate, Neil, to move in with her.

Neil James is a walking contradiction.

He has piercings and looks like a bad-boy rebel, but he also stutters through his words and blushes whenever he talks to Jade.

His whole life Neil has seen the effects of what can happen if you make a mistake. He’s seen the damage it has caused and the outcomes because of those mistakes. Learning from others’ actions he decided to make a promise to himself and has kept that promise. Up until, he met Jade and moved in with her.

When a secret unravels, Jade questions what exactly is going on in their relationship…

Will this be yet another terrible mistake made on Jade’s part or can Neil repair the pieces to Jade’s past and give her a beautiful future?

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A Beautiful Struggle

The Beautiful Series #4


Patrick Christiansen has faced his fair share of struggles throughout his life.

Losing his parents at a young age. Coming to the conclusion on his sexuality. But he’s embraced every single struggle with open arms because he knows everything happens for a reason. Even when he’s introduced to the sexy, football playing Derrick Miles.

Derrick Miles has lived a pretty normal life for the most part.

But he’s never fully lived because he’s always been hidden by a secret… just exactly who he is. He knows what he wants but he’s afraid what others will think of him when he becomes who he was always meant to be.

But what happens when Derrick can no longer hide who he really is? Will the truth destroy everything around him? Or will it set him free and make the struggles he’s dealt with his entire life beautiful?

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A Beautiful Choice

The Beautiful Series #5


Sarah Thompson …

You already know Gabe and I get our Happily Ever After. You might be asking yourself what’s the point in this story when you already know the outcome? We get married. We have a child. The thing is, while we get to the happy part, it was a difficult and turbulent ride to get to that very point.

I made choices. He made choices. We both made choices and sometimes they were filled with regrets. But you can’t change it. And I wouldn’t want to because we grew from it. We learned. We fell in love.

With Gabe? They were the most tear-filled, screaming and yelling moments of my life. They were disastrous and ugly. And I wouldn’t change them for anything. Why you ask? They became the most beautiful choices of my life. So for that sole reason – I wouldn’t change a damn thing.

Gabe Prescott …

I made very few choices in life. For the most part people made my choices for me. I never got to choose anything . . . besides Sarah Thompson. The beautiful, blonde haired selfish-bitch who was best friends with my boy Ryder.

I honestly don’t know how the hell he survived that cold-heart. Yet somehow I melted that icy heart and fell in love. I made that choice. And while the road was sometimes the ugliest, it still to this day is the most beautiful choice I ever made.

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Emily McKee

For the past 21 years, I have been a planner and an organizer. I always needed things a specific way and then everything changed for me. I’ve always had a vivid imagination and thoughts racing through my mind. I realized that life is way too short to let things pass me by, because in the blink of an eye everything could change. So I decided to just live in the moment, taking every chance and opportunity led my way. No second thoughts and just going with the flow.
I decided to put the fictional characters and the conversations going on in my head to paper. I know, it makes me sound crazy, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’ve embraced crazy and hectic and last minute because it’s led me to making my dreams a reality.
When I’m not writing Happily Ever After’s I’m reading about them and living one. I think this world is filled with too much sadness already we don’t need to read about it as well. I write because I love it and I’ve allowed my imagination to run wild and be crazy and free. Just like me. ❤
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Suzanne, Lisa: Separation Anxiety


by Lisa Suzanne


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Author: Lisa Suzanne

Genre: Contemporary Romance


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We all get one true love in our lives, and it’s up to us to find it. Fate will act and try to push us together, but ultimately it’s up to us to recognize who that one person is when he’s standing in front of us.

It turns out that I recognized who my one person was when I was separated from my husband.


On the same day I determined that I was finally going to file for divorce, I confessed my secret to Jesse Drake, my swoon-worthy colleague known for his womanizing ways. Jesse invited me to crash with him, and with each new piece of the enigmatic Jesse puzzle that I started to fit into place, I found myself wondering if Fate had pushed us together for a reason.

If only my husband would stop getting in the way of the man with whom I was meant to be.

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I felt his presence behind me as he stood over my shoulder and watched me pound out the chicken.

“Not so hard,” he instructed.

I let up my pounding, hitting the side of the chicken.

“No,” he said, and I felt him move in closer behind me. “Like this.” He placed his hand over mine, lifted our joined hands, and hit firmly in the center of the chicken breast.

But, honestly, I had no idea that we’d just hit raw chicken with a kitchen mallet. All I could feel was the heat from his body standing behind my own and the sizzle from his hand over mine. I felt my body automatically lean back into him for more contact as he brought our joined hands up and back down again.

“Got it?” he breathed into my ear, his breath on my skin sending a tremor down my spine as I realized that his front completely ran the length of my back. I shivered and goose bumps broke out across my skin at his proximity. I felt the sinewy hardness of his muscles, and I was certain that I felt another hardness pressing lower against the base of my spine.

Was he as turned on as I was? Was it possible that the little flirtations that I kept brushing off were sincere?

Was it possible that someone like Jesse Drake was interested in me?

I doubted it, but it didn’t stop me from dreaming.

“Uh,” I stuttered. “Yeah. Got it,” I said, and he broke that sexy moment between us as he backed away, running both of his hands through his hair.

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Lisa Suzanne is a high school English teacher who lives at home in Arizona with her amazing husband and adorable yellow lab. She loves summer more than her students do. She has loved to write for as long as she can remember.


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