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When Bellamy Strong started writing, it wasn’t with the intention of
becoming the next phenomenon. It was…to be blunt she had no
friends. School is rough on the anti-social. It’s even harder publishing
your books and the world decides it wants a piece of you.
Now her series is ending and her publisher is demanding she show
up for her fans. End her reclusive persona. A three month,
worldwide book tour dressed as Makyla, the lead character in her
book. As for Maxsen, the love interest, her fans pick model Caleb Pace to play the role during a
casting contest. No big deal right?
What happens when your fantasy comes to life and turns out better than you imagined?
**Recommended for ages 18 and up**
Author Bio
K.M. has a coffee addiction that’s just begging for an intervention and an obsession with music that borders on unhealthy. She’s undefeated in the Office trivia and looking for her own Ron Swanson while she writes. The entire Twenty-Something series is now available.
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EXCERPT:
“I want to kiss you.”
I freeze. “What?”
“You heard me,” he says leaning in and setting his chin against my temple as he pulls me close. I can feel the slight tug of my hair getting caught in his scruff as he nuzzles there. “I want to kiss you. I want to know what you taste like.”
He exhales and it raises goose bumps down my neck and shoulders.
“Caleb.” I groan as my head falls back.
I can feel his smile against my forehead and he leans down to ghost his lips across mine. “What?”
My hands settle on either side of his ribs, gripping his t-shirt and I lean closer, soaking up his warmth. “You’re changing things.”
His tongue licks at my bottom lip before he buries his head in my neck and bites it gently. The pounding between my legs is nearly unbearable and I no longer give a shit that I haven’t brushed my teeth. I arch my neck, giving him better access, but he’s already moved on to whisper against my lips. “You like it.”
Caleb kisses my cheeks and nose, nips my chin and I can no longer take it. “Caleb, kiss-“ I’m cut off as he seals his mouth over mine.
My hands grip his shoulders, needing something solid to hold on to because if I let go, I’ll fall. This weak in the knees shit is real and somehow I knew I’d feel it with this temperamental, wonderful, aggravating friend.
He’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted. His lips are softer than I thought they would be and I find that I can’t help but to give his full bottom lip a playful nip. He groans against my mouth and I feel the vibration down to my toes.
Caleb fidgets with the bottom of my boxers before his hands run up the sides of my legs, slipping underneath the fabric until his hands are on my bare ass. He lifts me a little higher until I feel his erection against my center and I move against him helplessly.
I whimper at the contact, both loving the pressure and wishing he’d move. Who is this needy girl? I don’t recognize her.
His tongue duels with mine and it’s odd that a first kiss should feel so natural, like we’ve been doing this for years. Our mouths are in a rhythm that seems to have been established years ago, his flavor recalling memories we haven’t made yet but one I knew I’d become addicted to instantly.
We’re interrupted by a knock at the door and I move away slightly. Our breath mingling and we wait, our heads tilted towards the door.
Caleb takes this as an opportunity to kiss my face and neck, hands still roaming. I close my eyes, hoping whoever is at the door decides to—