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All I’ve ever
wanted is to fit in.
But no
one can ever see past how weird I am. Bright lights? Can’t stand them. Loud
noises? Definitely sends me over the edge. And touching? Forget about it.
At
least, until I met Drake.
From the
moment I walked into that nightclub, I finally felt like I belonged somewhere.
And when Drake touched me, it didn’t send me into a tailspin of sensations that
I couldn’t stand. It actually felt…nice. Like something I could get used to.
And it doesn’t hurt that he’s probably the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.
But now someone
wants to close the club down. And since I promised Drake that I’d help him keep
it open, I’m going to have to find a way to tap into whatever that inner
strength thing is that everyone always talks about. And fast. But what happens
if I can’t?
He offered his hand. “Name’s Drake Markham.”
I nodded but didn’t reciprocate.
“So, you work here now?” Drake asked.
“Yes.” I spotted the band signaling the sound
tech that they’d finished warming up and knew the music would end this
conversation soon.
Hawaiian tossed an empty bottle over his
shoulder into the trash. “She’s awesome. Can make change in her head and shit.
Einstein here has crazy math skills. Awesome when the machine don’t work.”
“That’s high praise.” Drake pushed from the
mahogany bar top, his biceps straining against his thin T-shirt.
Ugh, no. I traced the X on the back of my
wrist, reminding me of my promise to remain straight. No promiscuous sex.
“Well, let’s see what you’ve got.” His gaze
penetrated me like he’d just stripped and threw me up on the bar to have his
way with me.
I swallowed the slut comment that would land me
in the back room, strung out, and unemployed. “Okay. Whatcha want?” I asked.
Drake rubbed his stubble-coated jaw, the kind
that screamed strength, sensuality, and sex. “Surprise me.”
That all too familiar Dr. Hyde part of me took
hold. “Sure.” I began mixing every fruity concoction together while remembering
what flavors mixed well and which tasted like shit. I dropped a few cherries
and orange slices into the drink and handed it to him.
He eyed the concoction in the clear plastic
cup. “And what’s this?”
“BBBW.”
Resting his elbows on the bar, he tapped his
class ring against the surface three times.
I strummed my fingers against my jeans. “Stands
for Big-Boobed Bitch Whipped.”
Drake roared with laughter, cut short by the
hard banging drum sounding off the start of the band’s first song. “Not whipped
anymore. I’m done with Margo and any woman who only cares about money.”
I scanned the bar for the next customer, but
they’d all turned to watch the show.
“I like you,” Drake shouted over the bass
guitarist.
I couldn’t think of a snarky comeback with the thu-thump, thu-thump pounding in my
ears. A thought formed. I opened my mouth, but he slid from the stool and
walked away. Not just any kind of walk—a hip-swaying, firm-ass,
I-know-how-to-move-more-places-than-the-dance-floor kind of walk.
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About Ciara Knight
Ciara Knight is a USA Today and Amazon Bestselling author who writes 'A Little Edge and A Lot of Heart' that spans the heat scales. With almost twenty-five full-length stories, she has crossed mountains, blown up spaceships, vacationed in exotic islands, and snuggled up in a mountain cabin with that special someone. For more on Ciara Knight, please visit her website at www.ciaraknight.com
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Silver Edge sounds awesome! hot cover!!! Thank you
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