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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)

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From USA Today and Amazon Top Five bestselling author Fiona Cole comes the emotional conclusion to Aspen—where passion collides with pride and surrender changes everything.

Aspen Quinn—my rival. My fiancée. My future wife.

She gave up her control, and I gave up my freedom. She began to trust me—leaning into my dominance, giving me the chance to care for her in ways I’d forgotten I could.

Somehow, our calculated arrangement turns dangerous, deepening with every heated argument that spirals into lust.

Because the more we fight, the more our lines blur.

What began as strategy has become temptation. What I told myself was obligation now feels like surrender—and I’m standing on the edge of something I swore I’d never allow again.

Because hatred was never the opposite of desire. It was just passion turned inside out.

And now that it’s finally spilling free, I don’t know whether Aspen Quinn will be my ruin…or my salvation.

Lucian is book two in this duet. It is required to read Aspen first to fully enjoy their romance

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

CHAPTER 1

LUCIAN

For the third time in an hour, I looked up from the report, pretending the dry facts were to blame and not the hope of seeing Aspen walk through the door.

I should have stayed at the office, but as the minutes had ticked by, the collar of my shirt grew tighter until I had to remove my tie. Yet, I struggled to sit still, eyeing the clock in anticipation of the day’s end. By two, I gave up and headed home, promising Vic, my right-hand man, that I’d take the reports he’d collected and go over them.

When he quirked his brow, unused to me leaving early, I’d explained it away as needing a change of scenery, unwilling to admit that I was heading home so I could be here when Aspen arrived. I didn’t want to sound like I was eager to welcome her home like some loving husband—because I wasn’t. Despite having dreamed of that life before Emily doused me with a bucket of cold reality, I didn’t crave that kind of naïve domesticity anymore, like I had growing up.

No, if anything, I wanted to be here when she arrived to ensure she returned—and stayed. Not just to collect her belongings and walk out. After our argument the night before, doubts plagued me. Remembering the way I threatened to ruin her father’s retirement and steal the entire company from her if she didn’t follow through with our agreement that she would marry me to help fulfill the promise to my dying godfather. In return, I’d ensure she was able to obtain the five percent of Quinn Music Group, giving her majority control of her family company. The threat only served to add a pinch of guilt I couldn’t ignore.

Her father wouldn’t be back from his trip until later this week, but the anticipation of waiting for her to tell him—to make him believe our story—left me on edge.

In the end, being there when she got home was for the best. To ensure our interests still aligned. Not because I used to be a foolish man who dreamed of being the type of husband who greeted his wife at the door when he could. That man died fifteen years ago, taking the hope for an idyllic life with him.

I looked back at the report, confident in my reasoning for coming home early.

Then, the click of the deadbolt sliding open hammered against my chest, leaving a crack with enough room for warmth to bloom behind it. My heart beat faster with each sound of her arrival.

The slam of the door falling shut.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

The jingle of her keys being placed on the entryway table.

Thump-thump, thump-thump.

The slip of her jacket from her arms.

Thumpthump, thumpthump.

The delicate tapping steps growing closer.

Thumpthump-thumpthump-thumpthump.

Until, finally, she appeared.

Her dark hair fell over her face as she looked into the large tote bag slung over her forearm. She pushed it behind her ears, revealing her full red lip pinned under her teeth and furrowed brows. I bit back a groan, imagining biting it myself. She hadn’t noticed me yet, and I took the time to soak her in. When she placed her bag on the island, she sighed, her shoulders dropping, and I caught a glance of how exhausted she looked.

“Tired, princess?”

Aspen jumped about two feet with a high-pitched scream. Quickly followed by a slew of swear words with interesting combinations that didn’t make sense. “Is today scare-the-shit-out-of-Aspen day?” she exclaimed between gasping breaths.

I tipped my head. “You get scared a lot?”

With one hand on her chest and the other clutching the kitchen island for support, she glowered up at me. “No, I just wasn’t expecting you home this early.”

“I could say the same for you,” I said, ignoring the flood of heat at hearing her call the apartment home.

“I was done at the office and kept getting interrupted. I figured here would at least give me alone time.”

I hummed, giving her a moment to collect herself with a deep breath. “So, how was work?” I asked lightly.

Her lips curled, and brow furrowed. “Why?”

“Can’t a man ask his fiancée about her day?” I shrugged and casually glanced toward her hand, still splayed wide across her chest. “I see you kept your ring on, finally.”

She looked at the sparkling diamond as if she forgot it was there.

“Anyone notice?”

Squeezing her hand into a fist, she dropped it to her side. With another deep breath, her eyes slid closed, and she rolled her head around her neck. When she came back to center, her eyes opened with a very different look. One that set off a warning.

That warning grew to a blaring alarm when her lips tipped into a wicked smirk, and she began closing the distance with measured steps.

“As a matter of fact, someone did,” she said, full of false innocence.

“And who was that?”

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Aspen Read Online Fiona Cole http://www.wownovels.com/aspen-read-online-fiona-cole Thu, 01 May 2025 18:17:48 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/aspen-read-online-fiona-cole Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Authors: Fiona Cole Advertisement

Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)

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A hate-to-love novel that will leave you craving the romance and the fight!He's arrogant, ruthless, and irresistible–the last man I should ever trust.
And he wants me to be his wife.

Lucian Daire wants my family’s company.
I want to watch him burn for it.

He thinks I'm nothing more than a spoiled princess and I think he’s a heartless bastard.
But no matter how much we push, we keep pulling back together.

When I discover he needs a wife and he realizes my determination to save my family’s legacy, a deal is struck–lines are drawn.

But the more we fight, the more those lines blur.

Because hatred is just passion turned inside out.
And when it finally explodes, it threatens to destroy us both.

And we might just be desperate enough to let it

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PLAYLIST

She’s Always a Woman - Isak Danielson

Left Handed Kisses - Andrew Bird (ft. Fiona Apple)

Dreams - Brandi Carlile

Head Above Water - Olive James

Exploding - Angie McMahon

Like That - Bea Miller

Sleepwalking - James Arthur

Poison - Alice Cooper

Guy I Used to Be - Lawrence

Take Me Home - Chord Overstreet

Real Love - Ashe

Angry Hill - George Ezra

How Could You - Jessie Murph

Mad at Me - Sexyy Red

Sick - Dominic Fike

Amongster - POLIÇA

Hurt - OneRepublic

Dear Love - Forest Blakk

What If This Is All the Love You Ever Get? - Snow Patrol

Tin Man - Miranda Lambert

Strange - Celeste

Make You Drip - CryJaxx

Hold My Girl - George Ezra

The Most - Miley Cyrus

Ghost Town - Kyndal Inskeep

Tornado Boy - Jillian Rossi

STRESS - Michael Aldag

Cool - Gracie Abrams

Risk - Gracie Abrams

Free Now - Gracie Abrams

Scared Of Loving You - Selena Gomez & Benny Blanco

Moment of Weakness - Tenille Arts

Somebody Else - Ruelle

Be Still - Canyon City

Too Much - Dove Cameron

A NOTE

Aspen’s mother is from Puerto Rico. It was important that I represent her heritage accurately and with the most respect possible. I’m grateful to my three sensitivity readers who helped me accomplish this while still keeping true to Aspen as a character.

CHAPTER 1

ASPEN

“Are you kidding me?”

The office door hit the wall and swung back closed with a slam, almost drowning out my question. But my anger was louder, bolstering the question across the room to my father’s feet.

“Good afternoon, Aspen,” he calmly greeted with a heavy sigh that I swear they taught all fathers on day one.

Congrats! Here’s your baby girl and here is how you sigh with exhausted patience every time she acts how you don’t want her to.

He could sigh all he wanted. My anger was justified by the bullshit I just heard.

I stomped across the imported rug to where he stood beside his desk, almost meeting him eye to eye in my pumps.

“No. Not good afternoon. It’s actually a shit afternoon. Especially when I’m minding my business, getting my coffee, and find out from overhearing an intern that my father is selling my company.”

His lips flattened—the only reaction to my accusation. “You know you shouldn’t be having coffee so late in the day.”

“Are you shitting me right now?” Shock mixed with anger peeled my eyes so wide I expected them to pop out of my skull.

Along came another sigh. This time with my name trailing behind. “Aspen…”

Before he could say more, a deep voice cut in behind me. “Is it your company, though?”

I’d stormed in, so full of rage, I hadn’t considered someone else might be in the office. Not that I gave a shit because my discovery took precedence and whoever decided it was a good idea to butt into my conversation could fuck right off.

Slowly, I peered over my shoulder with a curled lip, my eyes narrowing to glare daggers at the voice I didn’t recognize.

Even with the sun shining through the wall of windows lining my father’s office, the man lurked in shadow. Like the sun shriveled up and ran away before it got too close to him. He sat back on the leather couch, one leg casually crossed over his knee, his strong thighs splayed wide. My eyes lingered over how they strained against his black slacks, spiking my irritation.

This man lounged as if he owned the place with his hand resting along the arm of the couch, tapping long fingers as if I had interrupted him.

Which I probably had, but I didn’t care. I was playing the daughter card and Mr. Dark and Dangerous could suck it.

And what had he asked? Was it really my company?

I recalled his tone, and any twinges over his muscular thighs and long fingers burned up in the resurrecting flames of anger. “Excuse me?”

His fingers stopped. “I asked if it was your company,” he repeated. “Or is it your father’s company that you wish to own someday?”

He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. The move brought him out of the shadows, revealing sharp features and eyes that still lacked any light. The alluring black depths attempted to lure me in—to ignore his question. But the words wrapped around my throat and yanked me back to reality.

The reality of another person who dismissed me with some shallow stereotype. The reality that this man probably leveled men and women with that dark stare and expected them to crumble at his feet.

I turned, pulled my shoulders back, and slipped into the cold bitch that got me as far as I was. This man had no idea what he was talking about. He may think he was correct in assuming Quinn Music Group only belonged to my father, but I’d devoted every part of myself to helping him build the company bigger and better. I’d happily done it because I knew one day it would be mine. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

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Goner Read Online Fiona Cole http://www.wownovels.com/goner-read-online-fiona-cole Sat, 24 Dec 2022 22:13:18 +0000 http://www.teennovels.net/goner-read-online-fiona-cole Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Novella Authors: Fiona Cole Advertisement

Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)

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From bestselling author, Fiona Cole, comes a steamy, holiday novella about taking advantage of forbidden nights.

You’re invited!
Come celebrate the Twelve Days of Christmas at Voyeur, the club to make all your fantasies become reality.
Join us for a wild night of passion—a night without rules.
The invitation promises exactly what I need: a chance to relax and find a woman who can handle my unique tastes.
As soon as I walk into the forbidden club, I know exactly who I want.
The feisty vixen tries to pretend she doesn’t want me, but I see right through her cold shoulder act.
After she left me high and dry the other night, she owes me.
And I plan to collect.

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Chapter 1

Atlas

“I’m glad you were able to finally make it,” Ian said.

“You’ve praised this city so much. How could I not visit you in Cincinnati?”

He extended a glass across the kitchen island, and I gratefully accepted, already anticipating the warm amber liquid on my tongue.

“It’s no New York, but I find that to be a plus.”

“We’ll see,” I challenged. “I’ll have to do some exploring during my stay.”

“I’m sure Abby or Brianna would be happy to show you around. Or maybe both,” he suggested.

I scoffed over his bouncing brows and smirked. “I’m good. I don’t fuck where I eat, and two associates of Carina’s is too close.”

“Carina will be devastated. Ever since she met you in London, she’s determined to find you a woman.”

Another scoff. “I’m quite content with an ever-changing variety.”

“You say that, but it’s only because you don’t know.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I brushed him off, already having heard him gush about how he used to be a playboy until Carina came along. “So, tell me about this charity event at the sex club.”

“It’s not a sex club, and don’t let Daniel hear you call it one. He gets touchy. Also, we should keep that on the down-low tonight around Abby and Bri. They’re not members, so we have to respect the NDA.”

“But if they want to donate a hefty sum of money to our charity, they can join the conversation at any time,” a deep voice said behind me.

“Erik,” I greeted. “It’s good to see you.”

He shook my hand before accepting his own drink from Ian. I’d met them both when they opened an office in London. We ran in the same circles and eventually formed a friendship. After Ian and Carina had their twins, I decided to make the trek to his part of the woods. And lately, somehow, two of the most fascinating cities bored me. All of it blurring into one mundane day after the other—one similar woman after another.

All I need is a little break—a little change of scenery, I thought.

“You, too. You remember my wife, Alexandra.”

“Nice to meet you,” the petite, raven-haired woman greeted before addressing her husband. “I’m going to let you men do your guy thing and go find Carina.”

With a kiss that bordered inappropriate, she left.

“I knew we’d be able to entice you here with the promise of a night at Voyeur,” Erik said.

“And for a good cause. How could I not support a charity that helps victims of sex trafficking?”

“Exactly,” agreed Ian.

“Add in the promise of live porn and sex, and I’m all over it.”

“No promise of sex,” warned Erik.

“Oh, trust me, I’m sure I’ll be able to find a lucky lady to fuck.”

“Well, then. Sorry to interrupt.” The soft words stroked up my neck with a bite of annoyance. It coiled around my muscles, urging me to turn to find out if the woman was as enticing as her voice.

Dark brown eyes greeted me first, tempting me to fall headfirst into the rest of her.

Full lips above a slender neck that tugged my gaze to the shadowy curves peeking from between the deep vee of her cream sweater. Visions and ideas flashed in my mind like they hadn’t in months.

What did she taste like? What colors did her lips turn when they stretched tight around a cock? How hard would I have to spank her to turn her warm, honey skin red? The words clamored on my tongue for freedom. They almost escaped but were halted by the clearing of a throat.

Prying my eyes away from the length of her body, they crested the sharp line of her jaw, back to the brown depths. Somehow, despite not having a single feature wrinkled or clenched, annoyance oozed from her pores. Disdainful judgment hung from her neutral lips. With just a flare behind her eyes, she burned me with her dislike.

She probably wanted me to shrink back and fumble over my words to repair whatever image she had of me.

Except…I didn’t care.

In fact…I liked it.

I liked the thought of all that cold, rich-bitch attitude writhing wildly underneath me. The colder her stare, the more I craved it.

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Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)

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When he said his vows, he told me how much he loved my determination and strength.

If I wanted it, I got it.

Except now all I want is to have his baby. And for the first time ever, no matter how much I want it, no amount of strength and determination can make it happen.

With each negative test, my confidence waivers and I start to lose sight of who I am.

Each month, my doubt swells, creating a space between us.

Through it all, I know I’m his.

But will he still be mine when we falter?

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Chapter One

Olivia

“I hate you,” I muttered to the stupid test lying in the stupid trash can with its stupid single line. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”

The apartment door slammed shut just before my verbal abuse could turn physical. My mind scrambled to process the sound as I was the only one home, and Kent didn’t plan to return from his trip to Chicago for another couple of days.

Unless…

My heart jolted with a bolt of excitement.

Unless he was home early.

The clang of keys against the entryway table played like a favorite song I’d heard a million times and never tired of.

Kent was home.

I jumped from my perch on the edge of the tub and managed to shove a handful of tissues over the pregnancy test before running out. Over five years together, and I still raced to watch him round the corner from the foyer into the living room. I still melted at the sight of his body encased in his tailored suits, knowing each delicious hard bump and ridge underneath. My lips still ached to press so hard to his that his scruff marked my skin.

People judged when they saw us together. My youth obvious against his age showing in his salt and pepper hair and the lines around his eyes that hinted at years of laughter. But all I saw was the man that showed me what it meant to be alive. I saw a man with dark eyes brimming with excitement and more youth than anyone my age. He was perfect, and he was mine.

He turned chocolate eyes to my blue ones just in time to drop his bag and catch me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and buried my head in his neck. It’d been all of four days, but I missed him, and he’d shown up as if he knew I needed his arms around me right then.

Rough fingers dug into my long hair, fisting the strands to pull me back.

“Hey, beautiful.” His deep rumble contradicted the light that always sparked behind his dark eyes with every smile.

“Kent,” I practically sighed.

Then his lips were on mine, familiar, filthy, and new all at once. One of the things I loved most about my husband was his ability to make even the things we’d done a million times feel brand new. With him, I had no doubt that every kiss would be just as exciting and thrilling as the first.

He walked, backing us toward the dining room until he could rest me on the table. I lost myself, mentally plotting the best way to get us both naked, when he pulled back, brushing his thumb tenderly along my lips.

I basked under his gentle touch. As much as I loved having him inside me, I also loved the caress of his loving gaze on my skin—his stare so intense it grew to a physical burn, setting me on fire everywhere it touched. “I didn’t realize you were coming home.”

He huffed a laugh, one side of his mouth ticking up along with his brow. “I tried to call.”

“Oh, yeah,” I said with an apologetic smile.

“Let me guess, your phone was on silent?” he admonished without any heat. This wasn’t the first time we’d had the issue.

“And dead,” I added, leaving off the part about how I’d gotten distracted and forgot to plug it in after lunch. I’d rushed out of the office, skipping the usual café salad so I could run to the corner market and get a pregnancy test. I’d convinced myself that this time my breasts were sore because I was pregnant, not from another period. I’d been so anxious to get home and take the test that I’d lost track of everything else.

I held him tighter when my mind flashed to the negative test in the trash can, trying to ease the crushing weight around my heart.

“Sorry,” I whispered, nuzzling my nose against his.

“You can make it up to me later.”

“I promise,” I said, squeezing my thighs tight around his waist.

“Until then, how about dinner?”

“Shit. If I knew you were coming, I would have made something.”

His eyes narrowed.

I scoffed at his doubt. “Hey, I’m getting good at making pasta.”

“America’s next top pasta chef,” he teased with a wink. “Until then, I figured it would be safe to bring something home.”

“Oh, thank god,” I sighed.

He delivered one last quick kiss before walking back to where I first attacked him and picked up two brown bags with my favorite Italian restaurant’s logo. I’d been so distracted by him that I’d blocked out everything else, including the heavenly smell of garlic and pasta.

“Have I mentioned how much I love you?”

“Maybe a time or two, but you can never say it enough.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Just like the first time, heat bloomed on my cheeks, and my heart fluttered. I closed my eyes to live in the moment, taking my first deep breath in what felt like an eternity rather than since lunch.

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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 95350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)

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What happens in Vegas doesn't always stay in Vegas. Especially when you wake up married to your best friend. Don't miss Raelynn and Austin's friend-to-lovers romance, Blame it on the Vodka, coming April 21st. Waking up beside my best friend after a crazy night in Vegas is nothing new. However, waking up wearing nothing but two shiny, matching wedding rings is. For the girl who promised to never settle down, it's her worst nightmare. For me, it's a dream come true. I've wanted Raelynn Vos since she first propositioned me at a frat party. I, of course, turned her down, knowing I'd need more than a one night stand. Nothing less than forever would do. She's fierce and determined, but I'm more determined than she could ever be. When fate forces us to pretend our marriage is real, I use every second to prove I'm the perfect man to tame her wildness. In fact, by the end of our charade, I'll have her begging for it.
Books in Series:	Blame it on the Alcohol Series by Fiona Cole
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Playlist

Drinks - Cyn

Like I Can - Sam Smith

Moment of Weakness - Tenille Arts

Bad Bitches - Lil Jon, Kronic & Onderkoffer

when the party’s over - Billie Eilish

Real Talk - Angie K

Telephone - Lady Gaga (feat. Beyonce)

Bill Murray - Matt Nathanson

Hiding - Florence + the Machine

Lover to Lover - Florence + the Machine

If There Was No You - Brandi Carlile

The War Is Over - Kelly Clarkson

You Are the Reason - Calum Scott

There’s No Way - Lauv (feat. Julia Michaels)

Guilty - Paloma Faith

River Lea - Adele

Like That - JP Saxe

Sky Full of Song - Florence + the Machine

Forgive Me Friend - Smith & Thell (feat. Swedish Jam Factory)

Kill - Jimmy Eat World

that way - Tate McRae

unbreak - Camylio

Can I Sleep in Your Brain - Ezra Furman

One More I Love You - Alex Warren

Please Notice - Christian Leave

I Lost a Friend - FINNEAS

Shrike - Hozier

Prologue

Raelynn

“Wanna fuck?”

My lips tipped in my best fuck me smile, growing a little sinister the longer he took to respond. Maybe he hadn’t heard me. Except I knew he had by the way that sexy muscle in his cheek twitched at my bold words.

I probably should have flirted and batted my lashes before propositioning him, but that wasn’t me, and I didn’t like beating around the bush.

Just as my patience almost snapped, he finally turned my way, adjusting his gaze down to my height. I wasn’t short, but he had to be well over six feet—packed in with muscles I’d been fantasizing about licking since I saw him standing in the corner of the frat party. I’d studied him subtly until curiosity got the best of me, and I had to know if he was just as big everywhere else.

I could almost taste the salt on his skin. I slid my tongue along my lips in anticipation and was rewarded when his eyes landed there first. Then, finally—fucking finally—they lifted to mine. Across the room, they looked muddy, but less than a foot away, they cleared to green, barely rimmed with a deep brown that matched my eyes.

It was fate.

I’d felt his eyes on me all night, and I was ready to feel his hands, too.

Would he be soft? Hard? Or would he—

“No, thanks.”

Like a record screeching to a halt, my fantasies stumbled over the unforeseen roadblock and started to crash.

“Excuse me?” Surely, I heard wrong.

“No. Thanks.”

His deep, rumbly response curled around my senses, sending shivers up my spine, only serving to piss me off more than how much his shocking answer already did. Trying to hide my reaction, I stiffened, pulling my shoulders back and looking as regal as every etiquette class taught me to. “What do you mean, no thanks?”

His lips—those perfectly shaped lips—tipped into the most delicious smirk I’d ever seen a man pull off. “You don’t hear that very often, do you?”

“Never.”

I was Raelynn Vos. No one turned me down. If I wanted you, I had you. I didn’t say it with arrogance but with confidence. I was hot, and I knew it. I’d been in college for two years, and I’d worked my way through the campus population, searching for who I deemed worthy.

And this specimen before me screamed more than worthy. His attention over the past hour stroked along my spine, almost begging me to come get him. Yet, there he was, turning me down.

“Sorry to be your first,” he apologized.

“Don’t be,” I said, rolling my eyes away to scan the room. “I’ll find someone better.”

“Doubt it. I’m the best.”

I snapped my attention back to him, hating that he got a reaction from me. Hating that his confidence only made him sexier. “Arrogant much?”

“Just honest.”

With a scoff, I forced my gaze away again. Across the room, I saw my out when my best friends, Vera and Nova, came into view. “Whatever. I have better things to do. Bye.”

Walking away, I waved my hand as if I was shooing him off, and I hated that—even though I didn’t turn back—I knew he was watching me with that same damn smirk.

“Asshole,” I muttered.

“Who’s an asshole?” Vera asked, fingering the pearl necklace she never took off.

“That guy back there.”

“Why’s he an asshole?” Nova asked. For a second, my calm friend’s eyes flashed as fiery as her hair.

“Ugh. He turned me down.”

Both sets of eyes shot to me—wide, mirroring the same shock still reverberating through me. I’d met Nova and Vera at the start of college, and we hit it off, complementing each other perfectly. In all the time I’d known them, I’d never not gotten someone I wanted.

“Like, did he know you wanted him?” Vera asked.

“Uh, yeah. I very clearly asked him if he wanted to fuck.”

“Jesus, Rae,” Nova chided, her cheeks now matching her hair.

I shrugged it off, trying to be aloof when I was anything but. “Whatever. There’s a whole ocean of fish. I’ll just find another one.”

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Blame It on the Tequila Read Online Fiona Cole http://www.wownovels.com/blame-it-on-the-tequila-read-online-fiona-cole Sat, 29 May 2021 22:37:18 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/blame-it-on-the-tequila-read-online-fiona-cole Genre: Angst, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance Authors: Fiona Cole Advertisement

Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 111253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)

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It started on a dance floor after too much tequila and ended with looking into the handsome face I never thought I’d see again. In person, at least. I saw his face all the time on magazine covers. To the world, he’s Parker Callahan—famous rockstar. To me, he was the boy I loved, the stepbrother who left me behind to follow his dreams. After our tequila-fueled encounter, he wants me back but that’s not a road I’m ready to walk down again. He broke my heart once, and even five years later, I’m not sure I could handle another blow. When a once-in-a-lifetime offer comes my way, even my broken heart isn’t enough for me to be able to turn it down. I agree to join the band’s tour and help Parker write his next album--but this time I’m not falling in love. This time I’ll walk away. But if there is one thing life has taught me, it’s that love never goes according to plan—especially when Parker is involved.
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Playlist

There’s a lot

Open Hands - Ingrid Michaelson (feat. Trent Dabbs)

Is That Alright? - Lady Gaga

Grace - Rag’n’Bone Man

Your Name Hurts - Hailee Steinfeld

Glitter In the Air - P!nk

Right Now - One Direction

Take Me Home - Chord Overstreet

Hello - Adele

Falling like the Stars - James Arthur

Happy - Leona Lewis

Sorry - Mali-Koa

coney island - Taylor Swift (feat The National)

If Our Love is Wrong - Callum Scott

New Year’s Day - Taylor Swift

Take on the World - You Me At Six

Rise Up - Imagine Dragons

Love in the Dark - Adele

evermore - Taylor Swift (feat. Bon Iver)

Hurricane Drunk - Florence + the Machine

Won’t Let You Down - Callum Scott

Always Remember Us This Way - Lady Gaga

Looking Out - Brandi Carlile

Is There Somewhere - Halsey

Even If It Breaks Your Heart - Eli Young Band

Bill Murray - Matt Nathanson

Where’s My Love - SYML

Tempo - Lizzo (feat. Missy Elliot)

Cuz I Love You - Lizzo

Feel Something - Landon Austin

Always Be Loving You - My Brothers And I

Breakups - Seaforth

Shut Up and Dance - Walk the Moon

Leaving My Love Behind - Lewis Capaldi

Always - Isak Danielson

First In Line - Matthew Mayfield

when the party’s over - Billie Eilish

Take Me to Church - Hozier

Therefore I Am - Billie Eilish

Lo/Hi - The Black Keys

Jump Around - House of Pain

Wish That You Were Here - Florence + the Machine

Secret Love Song - Little Mix (feat. Jason Derulo)

You Are the Reason - Callum Scott

Say Something - A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera

Way Away - Yellowcard

I Forgive You - Kelly Clarkson

Heat Above - Greta Van Fleet

Pain - Nessa Barrett

Two of Us - Louis Tomlinson

Falling - Harry Styles

To Mama Lucia.

Prologue

Nova

PAST

“I’m so sorry, Nova.”

I watched Parker’s head drop to the white sheets of my hospital bed, his dirty-blond waves looking almost white in some spots from the harsh fluorescent lighting.

Lifting my hand slowly, I dragged my fingers through his hair, enjoying the thick texture, remembering just days ago that I thought I’d never feel it again.

“It’s okay.”

He shook his head hard and lifted upright, but not pulling away. As if struggling to do so, he hesitated before meeting my eyes. His usual ocean blue eyes dulled against the dark circles and bloodshot exhaustion, but they flared with his flexing jaw.

“It’s not okay. It’s not okay, Nova. Jesus. It’s—”

The deep lyrical voice I loved to listen to cracked, and he looked away, dropping his chin to his chest.

He was right. It wasn’t okay. None of this was okay. The part he played wasn’t okay.

But right then, I needed him by my side more than I needed to blame him for what happened.

So, I slid my hand up his forearm until I could link my fingers with his, careful to not bump the IV rehydrating my body.

He held on tight and kissed one knuckle at a time with reverence and so much more.

“Just talk to me,” I requested on an exhale. I’d barely woken up from my last nap, and already I could sleep again.

“What do you want to talk about?” he asked.

I started to say anything when a floppy-haired blond popped his head around the corner, his goofy smile flashing behind a handful of wildflowers.

“Did you tell her?” Oren asked, maybe a little too excitedly for the situation.

I darted my eyes to Parker because I had no idea what the hell he needed to tell me and found him with a shut the fuck up look on his face.

I flashed back to Oren just in time to watch the smile drop. “Ohhhhh. Well, my bad.” He sat the daisies down on a chair next to him and started backing away with an awkward laugh, only to bump into the other two members of the band, Ash and Brogan.

“What the fuck, dude? We want to see her,” Ash grumbled.

“He hasn’t told her yet, and the look he gave said to get the fuck out,” Oren tried to whisper, but he sucked at it, so we all heard.

Parker groaned and dropped his head.

“We’ll be back,” Brogan called as Oren ushered them out.

As soon as they left, I focused on Parker, who chewed on his bottom lip and rubbed a hand over his face. Never a good sign for him to do both. One meant stress, and both meant I needed to brace myself. In the few years since Parker Callahan came crashing into my life, I’d only seen the combination a handful of times.

“Tell me what?” I asked. I was too tired to brace myself or dig it out of him.

“It’s nothing right now.”

Heaving a sigh, I dropped my head back on the pillow. “Distract me, Parker. Tell me.”

“Are you hurting?”

“No, I’m fine. I just want to not think about lying here right now. So, just tell me.”

One more hand swipe across his face, over his head, and around the back of his neck. “The music executive at the show offered us to go on tour with Rufio.”

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The first book in a brand new series from bestselling author Fiona Cole coming December 15th, 2020. There’s only one thing to do when you wake up, married to your brand new boss, whom you hate but can’t resist: You blame the champagne. I blame the bubbles for my wild night with a masked stranger. Who cares if it's nothing this good girl would normally do--with a man that turns out to be my horrible boss? Who cares that I’m promised to someone else? I blame the alcohol for agreeing to marry him. As long as my new husband keeps his mouth shut, I can survive five years of our little arrangement. It's too late for anything else. But our impromptu wedding leads to so much more than I bargained for. His dirty promises warm me. His kisses make me lightheaded. His respect slips past my best defenses. The hate turns to friendship, and makes me dream of more. He’s like the most dangerous kind of champagne. That’s why I blame him for making me fall in love with him. But when I find out our marriage was nothing more than revenge, what’s to blame for my broken heart?
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One

Vera

“Hey, Mom,” I whispered to the picture on the wall.

Every time I came home, her memories wrapped around me like the warm hugs she gave me every chance she got.

“Can I take your purse?” Irene, my father’s maid, asked.

“Of course, thank you.”

I passed off the small bag but held on to the leather folder I’d brought with me, looking around the black and white tiled foyer that had been my only home outside of college. Despite my mother having passed away ten years ago, the bright sunset of peonies she always loved decorated the round table in the foyer.

“They always were your mother’s favorite,” my father’s deep voice greeted me from the stairs.

“Papa.” I watched the man who acted as my own personal playground descend the stairs. As always, he wore a dark suit, but since it was Saturday, no tie. A man has to relax a little.

“She always claimed this room needed a burst of color to liven it up a bit.”

“Even though she picked out the color scheme in the first place,” I said, laughing.

He laughed with me, closing the distance to pull me into a hug. “It’s good to have you home, Verana. I wished you’d stay.”

I bit back my initial retort and forced a smile. “I like being on my own.”

“So independent, just like your mother.”

At that, a real smile stretched my lips. “Thank you.”

“Although, I’m not sure what she would say about your attire,” he grumbled.

And just like that, the smile faded. “There’s nothing wrong with what I’m wearing.”

He scrunched his nose in distaste, taking in my cream cardigan, striped blouse, and pearls—and cut off jean shorts.

“College away has made you forget your appearances. Everyone is always watching, Verana.”

It’d been nice to be away in Pennsylvania. To just be me and not worried about being on my best behavior in New York.

“Businesses are always waiting for the Marianos to slip up, and a family’s reputation is just as important as the company’s in the shipping industry. We must lead by example.”

“Yes, sir,” I responded dutifully. They were the same words that had been drilled into my head since I was little. As one of the top shipping companies from an overly traditional Italian family, I was always reminded of my place—of my role in this world.

“Now, come. Let’s eat. I had Antonio make your favorite.”

“Mama’s stuffed meatballs?” I asked like a little kid.

His smile was the only confirmation I needed, and I almost ran to the dining room. We sat at our long wooden table, and Irene poured his glass of wine before looking to him for approval to fill mine.

Sometimes the traditions and etiquette hung around my neck like a noose, but it had been my life for so long, I’d grown used to it.

“I missed you at graduation,” I said after he’d taken his first sip.

He winced, focusing his attention on the food being brought out rather than me. “I explained that. Work has been hectic, and I had an opportunity for a meeting I couldn’t pass up.”

Not having him there had been hard but expected.

He allowed me to go to college as a way to check a box—to keep me busy and brag to his colleagues about his daughter. Not because he ever intended on me working at Mariano Shipping. As his daughter, my role would be a figurehead—a socialite who sat on charity boards and planned events. My role as a woman would be to marry a man who would benefit our company—one chosen by my parents.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

I loved our company. I loved the shipping industry. Add in that it was one of my last ties to my mother, and it was no wonder I went to school for business marketing.

“Nothing you need to worry about, Verana.” The response never changed, and I never pushed the boundaries—until now.

With a deep breath, I opened the black file, extracting a thick, cream paper. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that.”

I slid the paper across the slick wood and held his questioning stare, my chin high. He looked down, and his curiosity shifted to a scowl.

“What is this?”

“My resume. I wanted to give it to you personally, although I submitted one to HR also.”

“You turned in a resume to Dane?” he asked.

“Yes.” His scowl weighed down my confidence, but I pulled my shoulders back and pushed on. “As you can see, I graduated with Magna Cum Laude. I partook in multiple business societies, even starting a new one that has been very succ—”

“Verana,” he interrupted, waving his hand like he would shoo a fly. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I want to work at our company. I’m smart—an asset.”

“You’re an asset because you will marry a man who will carry this company into the future.”

“Someday, you will have a husband to woo—someone to take care of. It’s important to have proper table manners to impress your husband.”

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I promised her that I'd live my best life once I was free. It was that promise that led me to Voyeur — to Daniel. What better place to conquer my fear of intimacy than a club that allows you to watch? Who better to help me than the owner himself? On night one, my past comes roaring back, urging me to run like I always had before. This time I ran into his arms. With my fear still clinging to my skin, he brushed it away and made his own promise. "I'll teach you." His promise turns to friendship. A friendship turns to passion. We didn’t know what to do with that passion — between the not-so-broken girl and the man who promised to never love again. Daniel and I started because of a promise, and I hoped that we wouldn’t end because of one too. Teacher is Daniel and Hanna's steamy, tension-filled, friends-to-lovers standalone romance. The last book in the bestselling Voyeur series. Are you ready to watch?
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Prologue

Hanna

“When we get out of here, I’m going to take ballet. Fuck everyone saying I’m too old.”

“Sofia … we’re not getting out of here.”

“Nonsense. What are you going to do when we get out?”

“Sof—”

“Humor me. Please.”

The pleading and exhaustion she tried to mask with her usual positivity gutted me. Everything gutted me. I wasn’t sure how when I didn’t think I had anything left to give.

It’d all been taken. Again, and again, and again.

I wasn’t even sure how long we’d been here. If I had to guess, I’d say a few months, but we were kept in windowless rooms, given drugs that made time both speed up and stretch on endlessly. I didn’t even know where we were anymore; we’d moved so many times. All I knew was that it was hot, making the flimsy shirt cling to my sweat-soaked skin.

Otherwise, each place was the same. Same dirt-stained mattress. Same smell of piss and hopelessness. Same windowless room.

This time it wasn’t a room with a door, but a set of dividers with a curtain. I preferred the room with the closed door. At least then, it masked the sounds of the horrors going on around us.

The grunts, the cries, the disgusting sounds of skin hitting skin.

A tremor wracked my body, cramping my stomach. I hadn’t eaten since yesterday, not that I could have kept anything down past the nausea. Part of me craved the drugs they constantly pumped into our bodies. Craved the nothingness. Craved the escape from what was being done to my body. Craved the absence of pain.

The other part of me feared what happened in the darkness when I was unaware.

“Please, Hanna.” Sofia’s sluggish voice reminded me she asked me a question. What did I want to do when we escaped the men who took us—the men who sold our bodies like cattle?

Stupid tears burned my eyes because I knew what Sofia didn’t. We weren’t getting out of here unless it was through death—which, as the days stretched on, didn’t sound horrible.

But I answered anyway. Because Sofia was my everything, and for her, I’d pretend.

“I don’t know what I’d do. I didn’t know before all this.”

Before we snuck out of our hotel on vacation in Florida and used fake IDs to get in a club. Before I pushed us to make the stupidest mistake of our lives. Before we were broken down to pieces of meat.

“There’s lots of things you loved,” she argued, her words slurring.

Metal clanked against the headboard as I tried to shift to my side to face her. My arm stretched at an awkward angle from the handcuff, but it wasn’t anything I wasn’t used to. Sofia laid on her side facing me too, and even though I hadn’t seen my reflection in months, I knew what I looked like, looking at her.

My twin.

Her cheeks sunk under sharp cheekbones, and dark circles made her look gaunt. Almost like the zombies we’d dressed up as for last Halloween. Her once vibrant green eyes were lethargic and dull, even under the glassy reflection, letting me know she was still high. The only difference was her stringy, almost black hair falling around her shoulders. Before this, I’d been a rioting teenager, resentful to not have anything of my own, so I’d cut my hair and dyed it bright pink. Otherwise, we were the same, and it hurt to look at her.

Her full lips, dry and cracked, did their best to tip into a smile. “You love math. Do math.”

“Math is for nerds,” I answered in rote. Maybe saying the same thing I did before this would help make the game a little more real.

“Then be a nerd,” she slurred, her eyes drooping. “Let’s be who we are supposed to be and fuck everyone else.” Her shaking hand brushed my hair back before it fell limply between us. “When we get out of here, we’re going to deserve whatever life we want for ourselves. So, take it. Take it with me. Promise. We’ll do it together.”

As if the passionate demand had sapped the last of her energy, her eyes slid closed.

“Promise,” I whispered.

How could I deny her anything? It was my fault we were in this mess, so it was the least I could do to promise her the moon and stars, even if it was just pretending to believe it.

“I’m sorry, Sofia.”

“Shut up, Han-Han,” she murmured, her eyes still closed. “We’ll get out of here. Erik is probably tearing the world down, looking for us.”

Maybe. But our captors were like ghosts, moving too quick to be caught, not even real to the outside world.

“He’s going to be so mad we snuck out, and I can’t wait to see his angry face, his eyebrows pulled so low they’ll be right above his lips.” Another slow breath rattled in her chest like it hurt to breathe. I almost thought she’d fallen asleep when she spoke again. “But then I’ll dance away because I’ll be a damn ballerina.”

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He was my uncle’s friend, and I was too young for him. But in the heat of the moment, against the wall in a darkened hallway of an illicit club, none of those things mattered. It was just one night of giving in to what we both wanted. I never expected to see him two years later, sitting across me during a family dinner, encouraging me to do my internship for his business. On day one we both agree that repeating that night would be a mistake. But it’s a mistake we can’t help but make again and again. The rules are simple. We can’t tell my uncle. We have to be content with our hotel rendezvous. And we won’t fall in love. But we both know we’re liars.
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1 Olivia

Remember that time I fucked an older man in a sex club?

I think that was when I peaked in life. Can you peak at nineteen?

I rubbed my thumb across the creased paper pinned to my Kate Spade planner. I’d folded and refolded it so many times, taking it everywhere with me as a memento. My fingers stroked across the sharp lines of his initial like maybe I could get back the feeling of touching him just by feeling the dent of his forceful strokes. Anything to cling to the night, I felt alive.

Thank you for last night.

- K

“Please be sure to have your business selections to me next week,” Dr. Arden said from the front of the room. I slapped my planner closed and shoved it in my leather tote, standing with the rest of the students who were hustling to leave class. “I know a few of you have been procrastinating on making a decision. If you don’t come with a selection, one will be made for you from the list of local businesses.”

I was one of those people, and as I walked past her desk, I knew—just knew—that if I looked up, she would be pointedly staring at me with disapproval. So, I kept my head down and got out of there. I needed to find something fast because that list of her options was lame, and I didn’t want to spend the rest of the semester with a clock and jewelry owner. Not that I knew who I did want to intern for. Hence, why I’d been avoiding the assignment. We needed to find an unpaid internship for the semester and create a mock business based on what we’d learned.

I didn’t intentionally put it off; I was just waiting for something to excite me—to make me excited like I’d been when I first chose my business major. I took a deep breath of the cold air and tried to remember that feeling. A feeling that faded with each passing semester. I dropped my head back and exhaled hard into the blue sky, trying to figure out what was missing. Why I’d been plagued with this boredom. Boredom that wasn’t just in college. Boredom with life.

“Are you trying to see if the sky is falling?” my best friend, Oaklyn, said, walking up beside me.

“Nah, just hoping for a sign for my business project.”

“You still haven’t picked one?”

I stuck with the trend of the day and avoided her eyes too. At least, I tried. I peeked at her in my peripheral. She was currently swiping long wisps of her hair out of her face where the wind had blown it. It took the effect of her glare down a notch, but the sun making her light brown eyes shine gold like a little fire of accusation, boosted it back up.

I rolled my eyes at her glare and started walking.

“What about Voyeur? I’m sure Daniel would let you shadow him.” She barely got the words out around her twitching lips.

“Oh, yeah. That would be great. I can see the PowerPoint presentation now.” I deepened my voice and said, “And on slide seven, you’ll see that gang bang is the most requested performance among women.”

Oaklyn laughed. “Actually, it’s usually just a threesome.”

I stopped walking and stared at her. “And you just look so innocent.”

We laughed and started walking again.

“You know you could always go to your dad’s business,” she suggested falling in step beside me.

Another eye-roll. “Ugh. Gas and gas parts? No, thank you.”

“You’re such a diva.”

I opened the door to the dining hall and blew her a kiss when she walked past. “You love me.”

“Unfortunately,” she grumbled with a smile.

“Whatever, you’re lucky to have me. In fact, lunch is on me.”

“Olivia…” she groaned.

She hated when I paid, but I did it anyway. I had enough money to pay for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for her entire college term, but her pride prevented it. Her pride also prevented her sexy-as-sin professor-boyfriend from paying either. At least he got her to move out of her shit box apartment and in with him.

“How’s Callum?” I asked, changing the topic.

She put her wallet back in her bag with a sigh but took the bait. “Good. We’re good.”

“And the sex? How’s that?”

“Olivia,” she whisper-shouted.

“What? He’s ridiculously hot, and I may still have fantasies from when we had him for class.”

She glared and walked off to get in line, ignoring my laughter.

We had barely sat down when a deep voice spoke right behind me. “Hey, Livvie-baby.” I clenched my jaw at the nickname and looked across the table to find Oaklyn, not even bothering to hide the look of disgust from her face.

“Hey, Aaron.” I turned and smiled at him over my shoulder.

He sat his plate down and straddled the bench beside me. “You want to hang out tonight?”

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The first time I saw him, he entranced me and offered to help me forget my broken engagement. The second time was on a blind date with no last names and undeniable passion. The third time, I was eight months pregnant with his baby he knew nothing about. This time he’s not letting me walk away so easily.
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1 Carina

I never used to spend my weekends in the office. Hell, not too long ago, I was fucking two men.

I’d been engaged.

I’d been happy.

Now, I was scrambling to shut down my computer on a Saturday to go on a blind date my four aunts had arranged as a Christmas gift.

A blind date that was a boudoir photoshoot with a stranger. They’d set it up and wrapped it with a bow in a card. I’d never forget looking up into their giddy faces as my jaw hit the floor. Who the hell got their niece a blind date that required intimate situations with a strange man?

“It will do you some good.” Aunt Violet waved away my concern.

“Is this sex?” my dad yelled. “Did you get my daughter sex?”

“Stop being such a prude, David,” Aunt Vera chimed in.

“Our girl has been down and smiling less than usual,” Aunt Vivian defended. “It will be good for her to have some adventure to take her mind off that dick that abandoned her.”

Aunt Virginia, the quietest, but by no means the calmest, just smirked, letting me know she was the mastermind behind all of it.

I’d put off their gift, but they’d hovered over me for a week until I booked it. They’d promised to ask for all the details once it was over to make sure I went. They’d gushed over the possibilities and finished off more than a couple bottles of wine as I filled out the form.

“Request a big dick in the preference box,” Aunt Vivian had demanded. “No harm in asking.”

All I could hope for was someone hot and not a creeper who wanted me to put the lotion on the skin. Honestly, I just wanted to get it over with, so I could get back to working on my projects—the only thing that sparked my interest these days.

Maybe my doubts would be proven wrong, and I’d actually enjoy myself. Maybe a ridiculously hot man would be waiting to sweep me off my feet and ignite the fire that had almost been extinguished six months ago. Someone to make me have somewhere better to be than the office on a weekend.

I’d made huge strides in my career, but I missed the girl who danced while she cooked, laughed more than not, who bravely slept with two men. I missed the girl who dared her fiancé to fuck her in public. Who owned her body and lacked any inhibitions. Who feared no man and the pain they could cause.

Shutting my car off, I sat outside the building for a few more minutes before heading in. I fluffed my hair that had been pulled up in a bun earlier this morning, practiced my smile that had grown rusty, and took one last cleansing breath, trying to go in with an open mind.

“Hello, welcome to Queen City Photography,” a smiling woman greeted from behind her desk. “What can I do for you today?”

“I’m Carina Russo. I’m here for an…appointment.”

She dropped her gaze to her computer and typed a few things in. “Ah, yes. The blind date session. Your match is already here. If you want to head through those doors, he’s in the waiting room on the other side. Make yourself comfortable, and Sarah, the photographer, will be in to talk with you in a bit.”

“Oh…okay. Thank you.”

I turned, facing the door like a firing squad was on the other side. When was the last time I’d dated? Six years ago? I’d been with Jake, my fiancé, for so long, it all of a sudden hit me that I didn’t remember what dating felt like. Even before Jake, I’d been in college and hadn’t really dated anyone. It was just parties and fooling around.

What if I sucked? What if I was the worst at dating? What if this was the worst hour of my life and I was scarred from the experience? What if I never dated again. and died surrounded by all the cats I’d eventually buy so that I wouldn’t have to be alone?

I was being ridiculous—a coward. My eyes slid closed, and I breathed as deep as possible, stretching my lungs, forcing them to push past the band of panic that had been squeezing them. I was Carina Russo, heir to Wellington and Russo, marketing queen, and a powerful woman. I didn’t fail. I pushed on and succeeded.

You failed pretty epically at your engagement, a voice reminded me, faltering my steps.

Shut up, stupid voice.

With my hand on the knob, I reminded myself one more time. I was Carina fucking Russo. Whoever was on the other side of that door was about to have their socks knocked off. Like an engine sputtering to life, my excitement began, a coy smile forming on my lips.

A hallway greeted me on the other side of the door, and I pulled my shoulders back, making my way to the opening a few feet down. My heels clicked with authority, and the first thrill shot through me when I rounded the corner to find a man filling up an entire chair. His legs were spread wide, elbows on his knees as he looked down at his phone. I couldn’t see his face, but I could see the dark head of hair attached to ridiculously broad shoulders encased in a gray sweater. I could see his long fingers moving over his screen, his hands elegant but manly.

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