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About The Right Kind of
Reckless
I'm in love with a woman I can't
have, and there's absolutely nothing I can do to stop myself from falling.
The
problem? Her brother's my best friend.
I
shouldn't want her this much. Not when it goes against the bro code. Not when
I've never been able to commit to a woman for longer than a night.
But
one look into her eyes and I'm a mess for her. She's my everything. And I have
to walk away with nothing.
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Exclusive Excerpt
Addie
and I watched the guys play round after round of Skee-Ball, while Chloe jumped
and cheered and stole the occasional ball from each of their rows. No matter
what my state in life was, I was happy the three of them had found one another.
“Here,
let’s get our picture drawn.” Knocking me out of my woolgathering, Addie guided
me toward one of the caricature sketchers who sat just outside the carnival
gates. The man had a unibrow the size of Lake Michigan’s shoreline, and his
mustache was curled at the end, handlebar style. But his work was amazing.
Charcoal sketches with colored eyes, balloon- shaped heads with movie-s tar
hair.
“How
much for both of us?” Addie asked, fishing through her purse. We sat on the
stools, as directed, our shoulders touching.
“Thirty-
five,” the guy said, his fake French accent too thick to be believable.
I
groaned and looked at my friend. “Seriously? That’s too much.”
“Seriously.
We have to do this.” Addie mocked me. “Look at how cute those are.” She pointed
to a couple with a heart surrounding their heads. Little doves swooped in the
air around them, carrying heart balloons in their beaks. Had to hand it to the
guy. He was talented.
“I’ve
got this, ladies.” I looked up at the sound of Max’s deep voice, finding him
searching through his wallet. He pulled out the money, handed it to the artist,
then lifted his gaze to meet mine. A soft smile covered his bow-shaped lips,
and everything inside me stirred to life at the view.
Addie
faked a cough, then pressed a hand over her stomach. “Oh…oh no. I don’t feel
very good, guys.”
I
faced her and narrowed my eyes as she stood. Don’t, I mouthed, already knowing
her game.
Ignoring
me, she looked at Max and said, “You’ll take my place, won’t you, Max?” She
batted those brown eyes and twirled a lock of her dark hair. No doubt her way
of getting anyone and everyone to say yes to her. “Lia here was dying to get
her picture drawn.”
Oh,
the little liar…
Max
nodded, immediately taking her empty seat to my right. With an extra hop in her
step, Addie walked away, her ponytail swinging back and forth more the closer
she got to Collin and Gavin and Chloe. I wanted to pull it out of her head.
“All
right, look this way.” I blinked at the sound of the artist’s voice, my body
far too aware of Max’s heady scent.
God,
why did he have to smell so good? Fit so perfectly against me?
“You’re
much too stiff.” The artist tsked from behind his easel. “Here, wrap your arm
around zee pretty lady’s waist, like so.”
I
sucked in a breath as Max’s hand was guided along my back, ending at my side
with his fingers tucked just under the edge of my T- shirt. I swallowed,
shifting in my seat and instantly remembering our kiss— the way he’d moved his
mouth over mine.
Warmth
pooled low in my stomach, drifting in between my thighs. His touch was like
adrenaline, kick- starting my orgasm-starved body to life.
“Chin
on her shoulder, lips close to her ear…” I shuddered as Max followed the
artist’s directions to a T, the stubble on his chin igniting a stormy thunder
inside me. Max seemed unaffected, his chest rising and falling at an even rate,
while mine was suddenly in asthmatic mode.
“Relax,”
Max whispered in my ear, his warm breath grazing my neck. “I’m not gonna bite
ya.”
I
shut my eyes and shifted once again, the ache between my thighs becoming
unbearable. “I didn’t want to do this,” I finally murmured, refocusing on the
artist.
Max
laughed softly, his chest vibrating against my back and shoulder. “I know you
didn’t.”
My
eyebrows pushed together in annoyance. “Then why did you agree to sit here?”
“Because
Addie wouldn’t give up until I did.” He sighed, far too relaxed compared to me.
I
was jumping, itching, crawling with…something, yet he was unaffected. Which
only further emphasized that he didn’t want me the way I did him.
“Plus,
she folds my underwear, remember? Gotta make sure she doesn’t stick ants in
them or something.”
“Yeah,
like Addie would ever stoop to your level.” I couldn’t help but grin, my nerves
easing slightly.
He
squeezed my ribs. “You would.”
I
turned to face him, our noses inches apart. “Damn right I would.”
A
slow nod later, he moved even closer, our bodies in sync…
My
smile fell away. “Maxwell,” I whispered, so lost in his dark eyes that I
couldn’t concentrate. The apology was there on my tongue like earlier, but the
need weighing me down was even heavier. How could I ever be just friends with a
guy who was likely to break my heart, no matter what we were to each other?
“Tell
me why you kissed me that night.” He looked at my lips, a serious glint in his
eyes.
Blood
rushed to my face at his out-o f- the- blue question. My composure slipped as
confusion took its place. Why was he asking me this?
“Because
I…” I gulped. “I owed you, remember? For bailing me out and for keeping me safe
from those guys.”
Something
shifted in his eyes. Disappointment? I squeezed my eyes shut at the thought.
When I looked back at him, I knew I was imagining things, because flirty, fun Max
was back, winking at me. “Well then.” He cleared his throat. “That’s good to
know.”
“What’s
good to know?” I frowned.
“That
you still owe me.”
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About Heather Van
Fleet
Heather
Van Fleet is stay-at-home-mom turned book boyfriend connoisseur. She’s a wife
to her high school sweetheart, a mom to three little girls, and in her spare
time you can find her with her head buried in her Kindle, guzzling down copious
amounts of coffee.
Heather
graduated from Black Hawk College in 2003 with an associate degree and has been
working in the publishing industry for over five years. She is represented by
Stacey Donaghy of Donaghy Literary.
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