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No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written permission from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes. Sofia Royer. I should be able to save enough money for the fall when my mom would have the baby, not work, and I would be back in school. By the time Ms. Somehow without my telling her, she seemed to understand how my life at home functioned.
She is brilliant. Trust me… I know ;. Keith, my husband, who tolerated the dirty house, lack of clean clothes, and my mood swings, while I wrote this book and all my other books. My three precious kiddos who ate a lot of corn dogs, pizza, and Frosted Flakes because I was locked away writing. I promise, I cooked them many good hot meals once I finished. To the coolest agent to ever grace the literary world, Jane Dystel. I adore her. It is that simple. And a shout out to Lauren Abramo, my foreign rights agent who is doing an amazing job at getting my books worldwide.
She rocks. Related publications Share Embed Add to favorites Comments. You make me happy when skies are gray.
You never know dear how much I love you. Not now. I just wanted to live a little. I need you to sing. Please sing for me. He was never real. He died sixteen years ago. I should have told someone about you.
This is all my fault. Maybe I was scared after all… scared that they would take you away. I need to clean them off. Look at me, Della. Come back to me. We need to clean you up.
No coming back. Please, Della, look at me. Say something. She was cleaning the blood from my hands with a wet washcloth and tears were streaming down her face. I needed her to do it for me. I always knew that one day this would happen. Maybe not the exact way it was happening. Because getting my freedom would mean losing my mom. As crazy as I knew she was, she needed me.
She had just been so scared… of everything. Pumping gas had not been something I needed to know until now. I reached into my purse and pulled out my phone. She was on her honeymoon and I hated to interrupt her though. Find your life, Della. Until now. If you want to reach me I suggest you hang up and text me. She was probably on a plane. I was going to have to figure this one out all on my own. I stepped out of the small faded red Honda Civic.
There was the little door I knew the nozzle went in. I had seen Braden do this before. I could do this. It was there. I could see it but it had no handle. I needed some help. It had taken two solid years of counseling to get me to speak to strangers. Now I did it often. Roosevelt, taped to my bathroom mirror.
I read it daily or at least I had been, for the past three years. I silently quoted that in my head and my body relaxed. I was Della Sloane and I was on a road trip to find myself. Need some help? His dark brown eyes appeared to twinkle with laughter as he stared back at me. I had lost my virginity to a smooth talking southern boy with a smile that made panties drop all over the place.
It had been the worst experience of my life.
But this one might be helpful. He was offering to help me. At least I thought he was. Laughter slowly bubbled up in my chest and I covered my mouth.
He was going to think I was insane. I swallowed my laughter the best I could and smiled up at him. I guess he was trying to decide if this was true or not. If he only knew. Braden had been trying to educate me in the ways of the world but she was married now and it was time I figured things out without her as my crutch. My body had been fully developed by the time I was sixteen.
I could tell he was trying to figure this one out. This sounded ridiculous, even to me. If you could just get me started, I can do this. It was all shiny and black. It fit him and his tall, muscular body, olive complexion and dark hair. He was one of those sexy, beautiful, dangerous ones. I could tell that by the smirk on his face. When he stepped around the corner, I realized that he was much taller than I had originally thought.
But then I was only five-foot-five.
The snug fit of his jeans and dark brown leather work boots did really good things to his legs. I realized a little too late that I was staring and jerked my gaze up to meet his amused one. He had a really nice smile. He bent over, giving me an unobstructed view of his very delicious jeans tightening over an equally firm backside. I really liked this view.
The magical door that had baffled me sprang open and startled me. I squealed and spun around to see it now standing open. The alluring scents engulfed me. His voice was low and rumbled deliciously.
A low chuckle in his chest vibrated against my shoulders. Maybe he liked it just as much as I did. This was really a bad idea. I should move. Why did they have to smell and look so wonderful? I tried not to shiver as I managed a nod and hurriedly moved away to press my back against the car so he could get past. Our chests brushed lightly as he maneuvered around me, holding my eyes with his penetrating gaze.
I swallowed hard and glanced down. Once he was safely away from my body, I decided it was time to watch him pump my gas. I needed to remember this was a lesson.
You got a card or are you paying cash? No more sexy low whispers in my ear. I nodded and leaned into the car to dig in my purse and pulled out my wallet.
I grabbed my debit card and stood back up to hand it to him. His eyes were on my bottom this time. The thought of him checking out my backside made me smile. A little too brightly. He took the card and winked at me.