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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT:
“I’d like to talk to you,” Noah said to
Cassie.
Cassie
looked at Noah and then back to the blond.
“Noah,”
she said. “I’m talking to Kyle.”
Noah
looked at Kyle. Kyle smiled. At least until he saw the look in Noah’s eyes.
“You
were,” Noah said. “I need to speak you. Please.”
Cassie
smiled and said, “Can’t it wait?”
“No,”
Noah said.
She
rolled her eyes, but grabbed Noah’s hand and brought him to one of the empty
bedrooms. Once inside, she put the beer bottle down on a dresser and closed the
bedroom door.
“What?”
she said, all trace of humor gone.
“You
need to go home,” Noah said.
“What?”
Cassie said. “Why?”
“You’re
drinking,” Noah said. “That’s your fifth beer. You’re going to…”
“What?”
Cassie said. “I’m going to what? Have a good time? Get lucky? What business is
it of yours? I’m a big girl.”
“I
know that,” Noah said, taking a step closer.
“I
don’t need you riding to my rescue,” Cassie said. “Is that all you know how to
do? What do you want from me?”
“I
don’t know,” Noah said. “Maybe that is
all I do know how to do. Ben just told me out there that he considers me his
friend. I’ve never had my own friend before.”
Cassie
blinked at the revelation. It was the first real private thing Noah had ever
shared. “I didn’t…”
“I
don’t let people in, Cassie,” Noah continued. “I don’t know how. What I do know
is that you’d probably be better off without me. I feel like the best thing for
me to do is let you get together with Blondie out there…”
“Kyle.”
“Who
cares?” Noah said. “Here’s the thing. I can’t. I can’t stand to watch you with
him like that.”
Cassie
put her hand on his chest. She could feel his heart pound in his chest like it
was trying to escape. What in the world was scaring him so much?
“Then
do something about it,” she said. “You’ve got to tell me what you want. You
have to…”
Noah
crushed his mouth against hers, his body pressing her against the wall. This
kiss was even more powerful and wanting than their first, and it ended even
more abruptly.
Noah
backed away quickly, leaving Cassie gasping for breath. His eyes narrowed.
“What?”
she asked. “For the love of God, don’t stop.”
Noah
moved toward the door.
“You’re
leaving now?”
Without
ever taking his eyes off of hers, Noah grabbed the beer bottle off the dresser
and sniffed it.
Cassie
bit her lower lip.
Noah
took a small sip from the bottle.
“This
is water,” he said, showing her the bottle.
Cassie
shrugged. “I never said it wasn’t.”
Cassie
watched Noah quickly replay everything in his head. The quick looks between
Brady and Cassie and the blond guy named Kyle. The beer bottles that Cassie
kept downing one after another.
“You
set that whole thing up,” Noah said. “Just to get under my skin. It was
probably Brady’s idea.”
Cassie
squeaked. “I’m sorry.”
Noah
stepped forward. She smiled meekly. He leaned down and kissed her again. This
time, he didn’t pull away.
“I’m
not.” he said. “Maybe I needed it.”
“You
did,” Cassie said.
Noah
kissed the top of her head and held her. “I still may need to take things slow.
This is new for me.”
Cassie
nodded into his chest. “As long as we take it slowly together.”
~~~~~~~~~~~
When Cassie Shaw looks at Noah Hunt, she sees a knight in shining armor, but she’s convinced he sees her as nothing but damaged goods.
Noah saved her from a brutal assault, talked her through a panic attack, and held her when she broke down crying.
Noah is a mystery. He avoids talking about his past, his phone rings with calls from four women he won’t talk about, and he receives texts from over a dozen more. To add to the intrigue, when Cassie tries to kiss him, he gets a look of sheer panic in his eyes.
Cassie finally finds a chink in Noah’s armor, and realizes that he’s even more damaged than she is.
He saved her. Now it’s her turn to save him.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Born and raised in Brooklyn NY, Vincent Morrone now resides in Upstate NY with his wife. (Although he can still speak fluent Brooklynese.) His twin daughters remain not only his biggest fans, but usually are the first to read all of his work. Their home is run and operated for the comfort and convenience of their dogs.
Vincent has been writing fiction, poetry and song lyrics for as long as he can remember, most of which involve magical misfits, paranormal prodigies and even on occasion superheroes and their sidekicks.
As they say in Brooklyn: Yo, you got something to say to Vincent?
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