church. I had graduated from being attracted to trouble to picking it up in a church parking lot. Then
she came flying out of the back door of the church, her skirt bundled up in her arms, exposing her legs
from the knees down, a veil flowing behind her. She ran in heels like the devil himself was after her,
and hell, maybe he was. I had been shocked that she had texted me, and even more shocked still to
find myself offering to pick her up. But Bella had gotten under my skin. Maybe it was seeing her
holding my son so sweetly. Maybe it was her humble admission that she wasn’t good in bed. Or more
likely it was the fact that she had come to my mom’s still planning to marry an extreme douchebag
and had now seen the goddamn light. I didn’t want her to change her mind and lock herself into a life
with such a miserable guy.
cheated. It would be my fault and I would take responsibility, not make excuses. And hell, I never
cheated on a woman I was involved with, because I was never involved. I just helped women cheat.
Yep. Fucking saint sitting at church, that was me. I started to get out to open the door for her but
she called out, winded and hysterical, “Get in and drive!” She yanked open the passenger door,
tossed a bag over the seat to the back, and scrambled to get inside.
“You in?” There hadn’t been a door slam. She was grappling to get it closed, but finally I heard
the click. Her head turned toward me. “Okay, I’m good.”
onto the road in a wedding dress. “Where are we going?” I asked her.
one can see me or find me.”
used back in the day for fishing and hunting. There was a dilapidated shack on it and an old
railroad caboose my grandfather had thought was cool.
of a bride. There was white fabric everywhere, and her hair was curled in long waves. She had on
extra makeup and thick, dark eyelashes, and her cleavage was popping. “You look beautiful,” I said,
even though it was probably the last thing she wanted to hear. But she did.
heaving, turning me on. I wanted to yank that bodice down and suck her nipples. Lift her skirt and
dive on under there with fingers, mouth, my hard cock. I wanted to yank that tiara veil thing off her
head and bury my hands in her hair, tugging her head backward, forcing her to look at me.
written over sixty novels and novellas in teen fiction, new adult romance, paranormal, and
contemporary romance. Erin is a RITA finalist and an ALA Reluctant Young Reader award recipient,
and is both traditionally and indie published.
fleece pajamas depending on the day, and herding her animals, kids, and amazing renovation-addicted