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Title : LOVE ‘EM – A Bad Boy Romance
Author : Kelley Harvey
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Genre : Contemporary Romance
Release Date : February 11, 2016
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LOVE ‘EM—a Bad Boy Romance
Book Blurb
RONNIE
He’s rude. He’s crude. He’s socially unacceptable.
Jackson Tremaine gets under my skin as easily as he gets into my pants.
He’s the prince of late night television
and he single-handedly ruins my life between commercial breaks.
and he single-handedly ruins my life between commercial breaks.
That’s fine. Payback’s a bitch, and she’s named Ronnie Fitz.
JACKSON
Ronnie thinks she knows men, but she don’t know Jack—jackshit, that is.
The biggest problem with Ronnie Fitz? She’s addictive.
I had the best night of my life with her, and now she decides we can only be friends?
Screw the friend-zone.
It’s the fuck-zone or no-zone with Jackson Tremaine.
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CHAPTER ONE
My brand new shoes bite into the back of my heels and squish
my toes. I fill a paper cup with water and set it aside without ingesting so
much as a sip.
my toes. I fill a paper cup with water and set it aside without ingesting so
much as a sip.
Shayna takes my elbow as I pass by for the fifteenth time.
“For Christ’s sake, sit down. I wasn’t nervous until you started pacing.”
“For Christ’s sake, sit down. I wasn’t nervous until you started pacing.”
I press my finger to the twitch at the corner of my left
eye. “This is going to be a disaster. I know it.”
eye. “This is going to be a disaster. I know it.”
“It’ll be fine. Relax.” My best friend for the last three
years fluffs my corkscrew curls around my shoulders and grasps my upper arms.
“A live studio audience will be good. I promise. You’ll be so happy you did
this.”
years fluffs my corkscrew curls around my shoulders and grasps my upper arms.
“A live studio audience will be good. I promise. You’ll be so happy you did
this.”
“Somehow I doubt it. Why couldn’t you have kept your mouth
shut when Sam called?” Blah blah blah, that’s what she did. Info dump right
into my agent’s ear, and that was the cannonball on the catapult that shot me straight
to the gates of Hell.
shut when Sam called?” Blah blah blah, that’s what she did. Info dump right
into my agent’s ear, and that was the cannonball on the catapult that shot me straight
to the gates of Hell.
Shayna was the first to be invited on the show, and after
she talked to Sam, I got a call too.
she talked to Sam, I got a call too.
Shay whirls me around to face a blank wall. She holds her
hand up as if she’s painting a scene.
hand up as if she’s painting a scene.
“Picture this: You’ll sell a million
books, and then you can take me to Cancun. We’ll sip fruity drinks with tiny
umbrellas, delivered to us on golden trays by hot cabana boys who don’t speak our
language. We’ll say the rudest things and smile and still get laid at the end
of the day.”
books, and then you can take me to Cancun. We’ll sip fruity drinks with tiny
umbrellas, delivered to us on golden trays by hot cabana boys who don’t speak our
language. We’ll say the rudest things and smile and still get laid at the end
of the day.”
A smile pulls up the corner of my mouth even as I rub the
ache between my eyebrows. “If you say so. Let’s just hope Jackson Tremaine is
feeling charitable tonight.”
ache between my eyebrows. “If you say so. Let’s just hope Jackson Tremaine is
feeling charitable tonight.”
She sticks her tongue out. “Jackson Tremaine can go fuck
himself.”
himself.”
I straighten her platinum blonde, not-quite-human-hair wig
and tip her bug-eye sunglasses down enough to stare into her baby blues. “You think
all men should go fuck themselves. You know, most of them want the same things we
want. To be loved. To be respected. You just have to give them a chance.”
and tip her bug-eye sunglasses down enough to stare into her baby blues. “You think
all men should go fuck themselves. You know, most of them want the same things we
want. To be loved. To be respected. You just have to give them a chance.”
“Every year, I offer about a hundred of them a ‘chance’. All
but three have failed, and those already belonged to other women.” Shay quirks
her auburn eyebrow. Good thing the shades hide the dead giveaway that she isn’t
really a blonde bombshell.
but three have failed, and those already belonged to other women.” Shay quirks
her auburn eyebrow. Good thing the shades hide the dead giveaway that she isn’t
really a blonde bombshell.
A sad sigh escapes before I can catch it. “I’m so sorry,
sweetie, but maybe you need to consider another career path?”
sweetie, but maybe you need to consider another career path?”
Even though her eyes are hidden again, it’s as though I hear
them rolling.
them rolling.
“Thanks for the advice, but I make an excellent living in my current line of work. As much as I love you,
Ronnie, you and I have two different philosophies when it comes to men. I’m
good with that.”
Ronnie, you and I have two different philosophies when it comes to men. I’m
good with that.”
A petite woman pops into the room. “Ladies, he’s going to
bring you out one at a time, starting with you, Ronnie. In five.”
bring you out one at a time, starting with you, Ronnie. In five.”
My stomach grabs hold of my esophagus and trembles as the
second hand ticks away the moments. My first live appearance on television is
tying me into knots.
second hand ticks away the moments. My first live appearance on television is
tying me into knots.
Appearing on the Up
Late with Jackson Tremaine show should be a boon, but it’s probably going
to blow up in my face. Like a big fat dirty bomb. Lights out.
Late with Jackson Tremaine show should be a boon, but it’s probably going
to blow up in my face. Like a big fat dirty bomb. Lights out.
My instinct says that he’s a shark and I’m a guppy. He’s going
to chew me up and spit me out. That’s if I’m lucky, and he doesn’t swallow me whole.
to chew me up and spit me out. That’s if I’m lucky, and he doesn’t swallow me whole.
No. I won’t let him. He’s a man, like all the other men I’ve
studied since I was twelve and Dad skipped out on my overbearing, never-to-be-pleased
mother. If she’d have shown him some love and compassion, he’d have stayed. I’m
sure of it.
studied since I was twelve and Dad skipped out on my overbearing, never-to-be-pleased
mother. If she’d have shown him some love and compassion, he’d have stayed. I’m
sure of it.
I have to remember that about Jackson. Underneath his Armani
suits and Rolex watches, he wants the same things as everyone else—respect and love.
That’s all. Show him some respect, and he’ll return the favor. And, after tonight,
I can move on and watch my book sales skyrocket as I ring in the new year, and
my bank account will follow suit.
suits and Rolex watches, he wants the same things as everyone else—respect and love.
That’s all. Show him some respect, and he’ll return the favor. And, after tonight,
I can move on and watch my book sales skyrocket as I ring in the new year, and
my bank account will follow suit.
Shayna stands in front of the full length mirror in the
corner and applies a fresh coat of the blood-red lipstick she purchased specifically
for tonight. “Can you tell that it’s me?”
corner and applies a fresh coat of the blood-red lipstick she purchased specifically
for tonight. “Can you tell that it’s me?”
I rub my finger along my bottom lip. “Well, I can tell it’s you, but I’d know you
with a bag on your head. That sassy sway of your hips and the way you talk with
your hands would give it away. But, I think you’re all right. Most people don’t
pay that close of attention. I’m certain your secret’s safe.”
with a bag on your head. That sassy sway of your hips and the way you talk with
your hands would give it away. But, I think you’re all right. Most people don’t
pay that close of attention. I’m certain your secret’s safe.”
“I only want to ensure my potential clients can be assured
that their unsuspecting, cheating bastards won’t know what’s coming when I make
my move.”
that their unsuspecting, cheating bastards won’t know what’s coming when I make
my move.”
I shake my head. “One of these days, Shay—”
“I know. I know.” She brings her tone up an octave,
mimicking me. “‘One of these days, you’re going to meet the man of your dreams.
You’re going to read my book. You’ll fall in love. And wah,wah, fucking wah.’
Save it, Rons. I am perfectly happy with my life. I’ll let you do the loving.
I’ll stick with fuck and release,
thank you.”
mimicking me. “‘One of these days, you’re going to meet the man of your dreams.
You’re going to read my book. You’ll fall in love. And wah,wah, fucking wah.’
Save it, Rons. I am perfectly happy with my life. I’ll let you do the loving.
I’ll stick with fuck and release,
thank you.”
Offstage, the silent monitor flickers in the dark. On
screen, two insanely gorgeous men smile at a shared joke and holiday lights
twinkle in the background. The host tidies his stack of note cards, tapping
them on the desk and tucking the one at the front behind the others.
screen, two insanely gorgeous men smile at a shared joke and holiday lights
twinkle in the background. The host tidies his stack of note cards, tapping
them on the desk and tucking the one at the front behind the others.
Jackson’s voice has a velvet covered rasp, even sexier in
person than on television. “Eleven days to Christmas, and a brand new year
waits just around the corner. Many will make and break resolutions. How about
those resolutions to find love or dump a dead weight relationship?”
person than on television. “Eleven days to Christmas, and a brand new year
waits just around the corner. Many will make and break resolutions. How about
those resolutions to find love or dump a dead weight relationship?”
His smile widens as he holds up his hands, trying to calm the
masses as they cheer.
masses as they cheer.
When the crowd quiets, he says, “The ladies who make up this
duo are actually very best friends. The
livelihood of both women depends on love, in one capacity or another. I call
them Love ‘Em and Leave ‘Em, if that tells you anything at
all about their respective career fields.”
duo are actually very best friends. The
livelihood of both women depends on love, in one capacity or another. I call
them Love ‘Em and Leave ‘Em, if that tells you anything at
all about their respective career fields.”
He brushes his fingers through chocolate-colored hair.
“Let’s meet Love ‘Em first. How many
of you gals have your eye on a man who seems to stay just out of reach, or one
who doesn’t want to commit?”
“Let’s meet Love ‘Em first. How many
of you gals have your eye on a man who seems to stay just out of reach, or one
who doesn’t want to commit?”
Someone in the audience cat-calls about her guy.
“And we’re glad you’ve
got a man who’s hung like King Kong.” Jackson answers the bawdy lady while he
winks at the camera. “Anyway, our next guest thinks she knows men. Love ‘Em’s got us all figured out and
has put her wealth of knowledge into book form.”
got a man who’s hung like King Kong.” Jackson answers the bawdy lady while he
winks at the camera. “Anyway, our next guest thinks she knows men. Love ‘Em’s got us all figured out and
has put her wealth of knowledge into book form.”
My stomach takes a plunge to my feet. Here we go.
He holds up my book and exchanges a knowing look with his
first guest as he stands. “This guide for women is supposed to help you ladies catch and keep your dream lovers. Please
welcome the author of Decode the Man in
Your Life, Ronnie Fitz.”
first guest as he stands. “This guide for women is supposed to help you ladies catch and keep your dream lovers. Please
welcome the author of Decode the Man in
Your Life, Ronnie Fitz.”
The handler ushers me toward the stage’s side entrance.
“Watch—”
“Watch—”
Applause drowns out whatever he’s saying as I clear the edge
of the royal blue curtain. The clipboard-wielding guy gives me a shove toward Jackson
Tremaine who waits three feet ahead with his hand held out in greeting.
of the royal blue curtain. The clipboard-wielding guy gives me a shove toward Jackson
Tremaine who waits three feet ahead with his hand held out in greeting.
Jackson has the clearest sage green eyes I’ve ever seen,
dark around the edges but almost white at their center. They crinkle at the
corners as he smiles at me, sending my heart into an abnormal rhythm. The hand
he holds out to me waves me out, drawing me to him like a—
dark around the edges but almost white at their center. They crinkle at the
corners as he smiles at me, sending my heart into an abnormal rhythm. The hand
he holds out to me waves me out, drawing me to him like a—
Something grabs my ankle. Crap. A cable running across the
floor is wrapped over my beautiful new shoe. I try to compensate with my other
foot, but it makes it worse. I stumble forward, losing my balance as my
plastered-on smile falters. Instead of shaking his hand, I fall against Jackson
Tremaine’s muscular chest.
floor is wrapped over my beautiful new shoe. I try to compensate with my other
foot, but it makes it worse. I stumble forward, losing my balance as my
plastered-on smile falters. Instead of shaking his hand, I fall against Jackson
Tremaine’s muscular chest.
Strong arms come around me, pulling me up and tight against him.
His scent, something like sandalwood and cinnamon, envelopes me. His laugh
vibrates through my breasts, now pressed firmly against his pecs.
His scent, something like sandalwood and cinnamon, envelopes me. His laugh
vibrates through my breasts, now pressed firmly against his pecs.
The audience goes bat-shit wild with applause.
Oh my—Hell. In Hell. Right now. This can’t be happening.
Mr. Tremaine hangs on tight until the crowd quiets.
“Well, that’s a great
start to a new relationship. But I’m afraid I’m happy in my bachelorhood, Ms.
Fitz.” He sets me away from him, adjusting first his tie and then his junk right
in front of God and everybody.
start to a new relationship. But I’m afraid I’m happy in my bachelorhood, Ms.
Fitz.” He sets me away from him, adjusting first his tie and then his junk right
in front of God and everybody.
Heat floods my face, and I don’t know where to look. “Oh, I’m—so
sorry. I tripped.”
sorry. I tripped.”
He tosses a sly look at the closest camera. “No worries. I don’t
mind at all. I enjoy a beautiful woman in my arms any time—but only for a short time.”
mind at all. I enjoy a beautiful woman in my arms any time—but only for a short time.”
Jackson takes my hand, sending tingles up my arm. “I’ll hold
on to you until we get you safely into your seat.”
on to you until we get you safely into your seat.”
He leads me to the chair between guest number one and the side
of the desk.
of the desk.
Jackson stage whispers to the other man. “Be careful of this
one, Bax. Love ‘Em’s quite a
handful.”
one, Bax. Love ‘Em’s quite a
handful.”
Casino mogul Baxter Ransom nods as he offers his hand. “Nice
to meet you, Ms. Fitz.”
to meet you, Ms. Fitz.”
I do the best I can to swallow my embarrassment. “Likewise.”
Jackson returns to his seat. “So, Ronnie—you don’t mind if I
call you that? You’ve put together this instruction
manual, if you will, for women.”
call you that? You’ve put together this instruction
manual, if you will, for women.”
I brush my wild curls away from my face with trembling
fingers. “I suppose you could call it that. It’s really only common sense
things that most of us already know but fail to put into practice in our
everyday lives.”
fingers. “I suppose you could call it that. It’s really only common sense
things that most of us already know but fail to put into practice in our
everyday lives.”
“I read the book last night—well, parts of it—and I’m not
convinced.”
convinced.”
The lead weight in my gut grows.
No, it’s okay. He’s playing Devil’s Advocate. It’s his job.
“Oh? What part do you need help with?” I smile, but inside
my heart is shriveling into a raisin.
my heart is shriveling into a raisin.
He’s making me out to look a fool, and no one is going to buy
my book by the time he’s done with me.
my book by the time he’s done with me.
He leans back in his chair, propping his feet on his desk.
“Well, this whole idea that a woman can get the guy she wants, simply by
showing him deference and respect…”
“Well, this whole idea that a woman can get the guy she wants, simply by
showing him deference and respect…”
I take a quick breath, heat simmering in my stomach. Dumbass
is twisting my words. “I didn’t say deference.”
is twisting my words. “I didn’t say deference.”
He laces his fingers across his flat belly. “Oh, maybe I read
that incorrectly. Don’t get me wrong. I like the idea of a woman who shows a man
respect. I don’t buy that it will get him to commit.”
that incorrectly. Don’t get me wrong. I like the idea of a woman who shows a man
respect. I don’t buy that it will get him to commit.”
The fire in my gut stirs. “Well, think about it, Mr.
Tremaine. What man doesn’t want the woman in his life to tell him how amazing
he is on a daily basis?”
Tremaine. What man doesn’t want the woman in his life to tell him how amazing
he is on a daily basis?”
I wait, but he just sits there, smugness poised on his too
handsome face. It’s as if he didn’t hear the question I asked.
handsome face. It’s as if he didn’t hear the question I asked.
“Well?” I prompt.
His eyebrows go up, fake surprise in his expression. “Oh,
that wasn’t rhetorical?”
that wasn’t rhetorical?”
No wonder he’s still single.
I let out a huff of air. “How many men get the respect they
want and deserve from the women who profess to love them? The principals in my book
all come down to one thing: men aren’t as complicated as ladies think they are.
They want love just like women do. The biggest difference is what they perceive as love.”
want and deserve from the women who profess to love them? The principals in my book
all come down to one thing: men aren’t as complicated as ladies think they are.
They want love just like women do. The biggest difference is what they perceive as love.”
He squints as though considering my words. “Well, they do say perception is ninety percent of
reality. My ninety percent says this is a load of rhino dung.”
reality. My ninety percent says this is a load of rhino dung.”
My jaw drops.
Did he really just say that—about my book, my magnum opus,
in front of billions of people?
in front of billions of people?
I snap my mouth shut and glare at him. “Maybe your perception is what’s full of shit.”
His eyes widen, and his gaze darts to a man on the sidelines
with a clipboard and an apoplectic vein popping out on his forehead.
with a clipboard and an apoplectic vein popping out on his forehead.
“Oops, probably shouldn’t have cursed. All those pesky FCC
regulations.” I smile sweetly at my asshole of a host.
regulations.” I smile sweetly at my asshole of a host.
Jackson nods to the vein guy, whips his feet off his desk,
and holds my book up once more.
and holds my book up once more.
“And there you have it, folks. Want to know how
to get a man? Buy the book and have him in the bag by Valentine’s Day.”
to get a man? Buy the book and have him in the bag by Valentine’s Day.”
He tosses the book aside and smiles directly at the camera
set in the middle isle of the gallery of seats. “Our next guest, BFF to Ms.
Fitz here, is pretty much her polar opposite.”
set in the middle isle of the gallery of seats. “Our next guest, BFF to Ms.
Fitz here, is pretty much her polar opposite.”
In ways he will never understand.
Jackson grins. “Leave
‘Em—remember that’s her nickname. Sorry, I can’t reveal her true identity,
because she needs the anonymity to run her business. Leave ‘Em claims she doesn’t believe in true love. Well, I suppose not,
considering it’s her job to prove it isn’t out there.”
‘Em—remember that’s her nickname. Sorry, I can’t reveal her true identity,
because she needs the anonymity to run her business. Leave ‘Em claims she doesn’t believe in true love. Well, I suppose not,
considering it’s her job to prove it isn’t out there.”
Jackson stands and claps. “Please welcome our next guest.
She’s the person other women hire to test the men in their lives.”
She’s the person other women hire to test the men in their lives.”
Shayna glides onto the stage—no tripping for her. She’s much
too graceful as she waves and blows kisses Marilyn Monroe style. Maybe she’s
taking that wig too seriously.
too graceful as she waves and blows kisses Marilyn Monroe style. Maybe she’s
taking that wig too seriously.
Shayna takes Jackson’s offered hand in both of hers as
Baxter and I shuffle chairs to make room for Shayna in the seat I vacated,
closest to the host.
Baxter and I shuffle chairs to make room for Shayna in the seat I vacated,
closest to the host.
Jackson seats my friend and takes his own chair. “So, you’re
the temptress who actually tries to get men to cheat before you report back to your
clients.”
the temptress who actually tries to get men to cheat before you report back to your
clients.”
“I suppose you might describe my work that way.” Shayna’s
lacquered fingernail taps out a rhythm on the arm of her chair.
lacquered fingernail taps out a rhythm on the arm of her chair.
“You set up and ambush unsuspecting men?” Mr. Ransom shifts in
his seat.
his seat.
She licks her bright red lips. “I only make an overture they
could easily ignore. It’s only a trap for those men already predisposed to
cheat on their significant other.”
could easily ignore. It’s only a trap for those men already predisposed to
cheat on their significant other.”
Jackson Tremaine leans forward, his elbows on his desk, chin
in his hands. “So, Ms. Leave ‘Em, do you
actually screw these cheating guys?”
in his hands. “So, Ms. Leave ‘Em, do you
actually screw these cheating guys?”
Shayna grins. As usual, she’s unfazed by direct barbs. As a
matter of fact, I’m fairly certain she likes it.
matter of fact, I’m fairly certain she likes it.
“No, I never go that
far. I’m not a prostitute. I simply do my best to lure the men to willingly place
themselves in a compromising position. I always stop before anything too
serious happens.”
far. I’m not a prostitute. I simply do my best to lure the men to willingly place
themselves in a compromising position. I always stop before anything too
serious happens.”
Baxter rubs his chin, as though contemplating what Shayna
has said. “Never?”
has said. “Never?”
“Never.” Her shades hide her rolling eyes, but I’m certain
that’s what she did.
that’s what she did.
Baxter lifts one eyebrow. “Hmm.”
Jackson barks a laugh, which he unsuccessfully tries to
cover with a cough. “Excuse me. I—oh hell, I can’t lie. I just had a fantastic
idea.”
cover with a cough. “Excuse me. I—oh hell, I can’t lie. I just had a fantastic
idea.”
Our host sends a sly look toward the camera to his left
before he turns his full attention to me.
before he turns his full attention to me.
“So, Ms. Love ‘Em—Ronnie—would you be willing to wager that should a woman
use the techniques in your book, her man won’t have the propensity to cheat,
because he’d be so enamored of her and happy at home?”
use the techniques in your book, her man won’t have the propensity to cheat,
because he’d be so enamored of her and happy at home?”
Baxter Ransom coughs, and Shayna whips around to me, her
mouth slightly agape.
mouth slightly agape.
My throat goes bone dry. “Um—well, I mean—I—”
Shayna jumps to my rescue. “A cheater will cheat, no matter
how wonderful his woman is. Some guys are scum. Cheaters cheat, no matter what.”
how wonderful his woman is. Some guys are scum. Cheaters cheat, no matter what.”
I lay my hand on her arm. “Wait. No. I believe most people cheat
because something in their relationship is lacking.”
because something in their relationship is lacking.”
Shay elbows me. “Shh.”
I toss her a look.
She ignores me. “No. A cheater is a cheater is a cheater—no
matter what.”
matter what.”
The mischief coming off of Jackson Tremaine is almost
palpable, and the audience goes silent.
palpable, and the audience goes silent.
It’s as though they know he’s going to do
something outrageous, which he probably will. And they’ll all think it’s epic,
only I’ll probably be shoved to a lower level of Hell. Even the slight shifting
and shuffling that usually goes on in a crowd dies down as he continues to
study me and my friend.
something outrageous, which he probably will. And they’ll all think it’s epic,
only I’ll probably be shoved to a lower level of Hell. Even the slight shifting
and shuffling that usually goes on in a crowd dies down as he continues to
study me and my friend.
He looks around both of us. “Bax, you’re a gambler.”
Mr. Ransom draws back. “Well, my business is gambling, but—”
“Let’s make a wager, shall we? Right here on live
television.”
television.”
My bladder twitches. Nervousness makes me need to pee. I could
probably fill up three adult diapers at this very moment. Whatever Jackson has in
mind is bound to be bad for me, terrible for my book, and probably horrible for
my long-term career goals.
probably fill up three adult diapers at this very moment. Whatever Jackson has in
mind is bound to be bad for me, terrible for my book, and probably horrible for
my long-term career goals.
Baxter leans closer to Jackson. “Go on.”
“Let’s see which of these two ladies’ juju works best.” Jackson
wags his eyebrows like he’s a villain in a cartoon.
wags his eyebrows like he’s a villain in a cartoon.
Shayna pops up out of her seat. “That’s not how I run my
business.”
business.”
“Aw, c’mon, now, be a sport.” Baxter grins, his eyes
trailing from her fake hair all the way to the five-inch heels of her platform
fuck-me boots.
trailing from her fake hair all the way to the five-inch heels of her platform
fuck-me boots.
Jackson looks straight into the main camera. “What do you think,
America? Shall we wager that Love ‘Em
can’t use the techniques in her book to keep Leave ‘Em from taking her man?”
America? Shall we wager that Love ‘Em
can’t use the techniques in her book to keep Leave ‘Em from taking her man?”
Shayna falls into her seat with a thud. “She doesn’t even
have a man.”
have a man.”
And there it is. I let out a sigh. All of America knows I’m
a love specialist who’s not in love and has no man. No hint of a man in my
life—not even an old toothbrush still haunting my medicine cabinet from a man I
once had. I’m sunk.
a love specialist who’s not in love and has no man. No hint of a man in my
life—not even an old toothbrush still haunting my medicine cabinet from a man I
once had. I’m sunk.
Jackson cocks his head, as though he can hardly believe what
he’s heard.
he’s heard.
I open my mouth to rebut her statement, only to be
interrupted.
interrupted.
“Do you not have a
significant other, Ms. Love ‘Em?” His
green eyes are too beautiful for someone like him. Nasty, evil people shouldn’t
get to be gorgeous. Not fair. They should be ugly as a warning to children not to
become emotionally corrupt.
significant other, Ms. Love ‘Em?” His
green eyes are too beautiful for someone like him. Nasty, evil people shouldn’t
get to be gorgeous. Not fair. They should be ugly as a warning to children not to
become emotionally corrupt.
I close my eyes. I so hoped this wouldn’t come up. Of all the
things, why this?
things, why this?
I clear my throat. “That has absolutely no bearing on—”
He holds up one finger. “Wait. Hear me out. I take it from your
reply that the answer is no?”
reply that the answer is no?”
Panic sweeps over me in a rush of hot tingles up the back of
my neck and across my face. I fight the urge to jump up and run off stage. “No
significant other at this time.”
my neck and across my face. I fight the urge to jump up and run off stage. “No
significant other at this time.”
The twinkle in his eyes makes me want to scratch them out of
his skull. I’ve never met a man I liked less.
his skull. I’ve never met a man I liked less.
Ever.
I toss my purse onto the counter in the kitchen. “Worst.
Day. In. History.”
Day. In. History.”
“I don’t want to hear it. You could’ve avoided that entire
exchange.” Shayna drops into a chair at the table and unzips her thigh-high boot.
exchange.” Shayna drops into a chair at the table and unzips her thigh-high boot.
My jaw falls almost to my navel. “I could have avoided it? What about you?”
Shay kicks off one boot. “Not me. You’re the one who should’ve
said no.”
said no.”
“You should have, too.”
She tilts her head to the side, glaring. “No. I couldn’t. My
work depends on women trusting the fact that if their guy is a cheater—if he’s going
to cheat at all—it would be with me.
If I were to say I couldn’t possibly entice your
guy—whoever the fuck that ends up being—into cheating, then why would anyone
ever hire me?”
work depends on women trusting the fact that if their guy is a cheater—if he’s going
to cheat at all—it would be with me.
If I were to say I couldn’t possibly entice your
guy—whoever the fuck that ends up being—into cheating, then why would anyone
ever hire me?”
“Who’s going to buy a book on how to catch and keep their man
from a woman who isn’t confident enough to say that she can keep her man
enthralled enough that he’ll turn down the opportunity to go at it with a
blonde dressed like a prostitute?”
from a woman who isn’t confident enough to say that she can keep her man
enthralled enough that he’ll turn down the opportunity to go at it with a
blonde dressed like a prostitute?”
“Prosti…” Shayna looks down at her outfit and giggles. “Yeah,
I guess I am kind of dressed to head down to the boulevard and hawk my ample
wares.”
I guess I am kind of dressed to head down to the boulevard and hawk my ample
wares.”
She shimmies her tits in her too tight black leather jacket.
“Day-umn. I didn’t even get the big O from that one. How about you?”
“Day-umn. I didn’t even get the big O from that one. How about you?”
“What?”
She makes no sense to me sometimes.
Shay extricates herself from her other boot. “I mean,
Jackson Tremaine fucked us both, and good.”
Jackson Tremaine fucked us both, and good.”
“I guess he did.” I drop into the chair adjacent to hers.
“It’s not exactly like we can bail—not now that the entire country is waiting to
see which one wins.”
“It’s not exactly like we can bail—not now that the entire country is waiting to
see which one wins.”
She side-eyes me. “We could
tell Jackson to fuck off, and dust off our hands and move on.”
tell Jackson to fuck off, and dust off our hands and move on.”
I let out a weary breath. “No. We can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because millions, if not billions, of people saw us on that
show. You’re fine if you bow out. You’ll continue to do your thing. But me? If
I back out, I’m screwed six ways to Sunday.”
show. You’re fine if you bow out. You’ll continue to do your thing. But me? If
I back out, I’m screwed six ways to Sunday.”
She rubs the teensy crease between her brows. “Aw, c’mon,
Rons. Your book’s success isn’t completely dependent on Jackson Tremaine’s show.
You just don’t want to rock the boat.”
Rons. Your book’s success isn’t completely dependent on Jackson Tremaine’s show.
You just don’t want to rock the boat.”
“Rock what boat?”
“The boat where everyone does what’s expected and no one
does what they shouldn’t. The viewers expect you to be part of this bet. You’ll
do it, if for no other reason than that you’re afraid to break the rules.”
does what they shouldn’t. The viewers expect you to be part of this bet. You’ll
do it, if for no other reason than that you’re afraid to break the rules.”
I huff. “What rules? I don’t know what you mean.”
“Girl, you’ll fall in line behind whatever perceived rule there
is in any given situation. I hate to break it to you, but you, my friend, are a
goody two-shoes. In your mind, there’s some invisible rule that states the gauntlet
has been thrown. Therefore, you must meet the challenge.”
is in any given situation. I hate to break it to you, but you, my friend, are a
goody two-shoes. In your mind, there’s some invisible rule that states the gauntlet
has been thrown. Therefore, you must meet the challenge.”
Goody two-shoes? Gauntlet?
“I break plenty of rules, thank you. It’s only that I happen
to know this particular thing can sink my career faster than the Titanic went
down. I’ve worked too hard for that to happen.”
to know this particular thing can sink my career faster than the Titanic went
down. I’ve worked too hard for that to happen.”
Shay cast a skeptical glance at me. “What rules have you broken
lately?”
lately?”
The answer eludes me. I search through my recent memory.
Nada.
Nada.
I scratch my head. “I—I don’t know. Who keeps a journal of broken
rules? Just… ugh, stop already. We have to
do this bet.”
rules? Just… ugh, stop already. We have to
do this bet.”
“Oh whatever. I’ll do it, because you’re my friend, and I’d
cut off my right arm for you—that’s my masturbation hand, just so we’re clear
about what I’d be giving up.”
cut off my right arm for you—that’s my masturbation hand, just so we’re clear
about what I’d be giving up.”
Only Shay would point that out.
I can’t help but smile. “At least this way only one of us
will be screwed.”
will be screwed.”
“Well, if I’m the one who loses, please make sure you throw me
a pittance when you see me lying outside your gate with my tin cup.” She unpins
her wig.
a pittance when you see me lying outside your gate with my tin cup.” She unpins
her wig.
When she shakes her red hair down her back, it cascades like
a waterfall. The slight wave in it is probably there from being rolled up under
her Marilyn get-up. It’s moments like this that I hate her.
a waterfall. The slight wave in it is probably there from being rolled up under
her Marilyn get-up. It’s moments like this that I hate her.
“I’d almost kill to have your hair,” I lament for the
umpteenth time.
umpteenth time.
She shrugs. “Well, I would
kill to have your curls. So you’d best sleep with one eye open, bitch.”
kill to have your curls. So you’d best sleep with one eye open, bitch.”
Shay’s African Gray whistles and squawks in the living room.
“Bitch. Who you callin’ bitch?”
MEET KELLEY HARVEY
Kelley and her husband Mike live in North Central Texas. Having two daughters, one teen and one in her early twenties, keeps them on their toes. In other words, they’re saturated in angst and excitement. Kelley often feels as though she lives on Teenage Drama Island and desperately needs a vacation to Adult Sans Kids Resort. The upside is she’s always awash in oceans of inspiration.
Kelley enjoys reading YA and NA, although on occasion she gets caught reading other genres. Writing is her full time job. Though it’s hard work, it’s also a dream come true. Her characters knock on the door of her heart and constantly poke their heads out the windows of her imagination. She hopes you connect with them as deeply as she does.
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