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Kinsey Brock knows that better than anyone, but she can't stay away from Emmett Hudson. No matter how much she denies it, the attraction is still there, stronger than ever. When a single phone call brings her into Emmett's luxurious world, she finds herself right back where she started: falling for the man with the intense green eyes and the guitar. The man who makes her heart race. The man who was her first love. And this time, she can't fight it. Neither of them can.
Will Emmett and Kinsey be able to overcome their past to make a new future or will the final cut be too deep?
Aside from a torrid, one- night fling in a backseat a few months back, her love life has been sorely lacking, but fortunately she has devious friends who feel like playing Cupid. Cautious cowgirl Macy is the last thing he needs thrown into the mix. Officer Cade Dugan wasn't expecting to run into his high school sweetheart on this traffic stop, but now that she's back in his town he can't get her off of his mind.
Can the past repeat itself now that they've found each other again? Since he moved to Fool's Gold, California, he's cobbled together a life for himself as a bodyguard trainer. If he's not exactly happy, at least his heart is safe.
Working with pro-football superstars taught tough-talking PR woman Taryn Crawford one thing - she can go toe-to-toe with any man. Those movies I watched as a teen quickly became my life, and those ridiculous plotlines became my reality. Would I have done anything differently if I had known what was to come? At times I am grateful, so utterly lost in the moment of passion that my judgment is clouded and all I can see is him.
Others may count sheep; I plan. Groaning to myself, I roll out of my tiny bed. I take my time tucking the corners of my bedsheet against the headboard, because this is the last morning that this will be a part of my regular routine.
After today, this bedroom is no longer my home. I yell back. The noise of the cabinets opening and slamming closed downstairs makes it known that she is feeling just as panicked as I am. My stomach is tied in a tight knot, and as I start my shower I pray that the anxiety I feel will lessen as the day goes on. All of my life has been a series of tasks in preparation for this day, my first day of college.
I spent the last few years nervously anticipating this.
I spent my weekends studying and preparing for this as my peers were hanging out, drinking, and doing whatever else it is teenagers do to get themselves in trouble. I was the girl who spent her nights studying cross-legged on the living room floor with my mother while she gossiped and watched hours of QVC to find new ways to improve her appearance. I got into the only college I applied for and, because of our low income, I have enough grants to keep my student loans to a minimum. I had once, for just a moment, considered leaving Washington for college.
The moment I step into the spray of shower water some of the tension leaves my strained muscles. As I wrap the towel around my wet body, my mother calls my name yet again. My hands shake as I fumble with the zipper on my dress.
I finally win the battle with the zipper, and pull my favorite sweater from the back of my closet door. I toss it back onto my bed and slip my shoes onto my feet, knowing that my mother is growing more impatient with every second that passes. My boyfriend, Noah, will be here soon to ride up with us. Please do not scream my name again!
Noah is sitting at the table across from my mother, staring down at the watch on his wrist. The blue of his polo shirt matches the light blue of his eyes, and his blond hair is combed and lightly gelled to perfection. Hey, college girl. He smiles a bright, perfectly lined smile as he stands. He pulls me into a tight hug and I close my mouth when I catch his excessive cologne.
Yeah, sometimes he overdoes it a bit with that. I give him an equally bright smile, trying to hide my nerves, and pull my dirty blond hair into a ponytail.
Honey, we can wait a couple minutes while you fix your hair, my mother says quietly. I should have curled it the way she likes anyhow, as a little goodbye gift. With a quick kiss on my cheek he disappears from the room, bags in hand, and my mother follows him.
Round two of styling my hair ends with a better result than the first, and I brush a lint roller over my gray dress one last time. As I go outside and walk to the car packed up with my things, the butterflies in my stomach dance around, making me slightly relieved that I have a two-hour drive to make them disappear.
I have no idea what college will be like, and, unexpectedly, the question that keeps dominating my thoughts is: Will I make any friends? But really I was mostly in a daze of planning and obsessing.
Hundreds of people, parents hugging and kissing their children goodbye, clusters of freshmen dressed head to toe in WCU gear, and a few stragglers, lost and confused, fill the area. The size of the campus is intimidating, but hopefully after a few weeks I will feel at home. My mother insists that she and Noah accompany me to freshman orientation. My mother manages to hold a smile on her face the entire three hours and Noah listens intently, the same way that I do.
I would like to see your dorm room before we head out. Her eyes scan the old building, full of disapproval. She has a way of finding the worst in things. Noah smiles, lightening the mood, and my mother perks up.
My only daughter, a college student, living on her own. Noah follows behind us, carrying my bags as we navigate through the corridors. Luckily, I see a large B painted on the wall.
Down here, I instruct when my mother begins to turn the opposite way. B22, my mother huffs. Her heels are outrageously high for the amount of walking we endure.
At the end of a long hallway, I slide the key into the old wooden door, and when it creaks open my mother lets out a loud gasp. The room is small, with two single beds and two desks. Hey, she says, offering a smile, a smile that I find quite intriguing, much to my surprise. Hey, Tessa, nice to meet you. Welcome to WCU, where the dorms are tiny and the parties are huge. The crimson-haired girl grins wider. Her head falls back into a fit of laughter as she takes in the three horrified expressions in front of her.
Steph walks over, closing the gap between us, and wraps her thin arms around my body. Come in! The door opens and two boys walk inside before she finishes her greeting. Boys inside the female dorms on the first day? Maybe Washington Central was a bad decision.
Or perhaps I could have found a way to screen my roommate first? The poor woman looks like she might pass out any moment. His blond hair is styled straight up and there are sections of brown peeking through. His arms are scattered with tattoos and the earrings in his ear are the size of a nickel.
My name is Tessa, I manage to say. His expression is warm and inviting despite his harsh appearance. My eyes shift to the tall brown-haired boy leaning against the wall. His hair is a mop of thick waves on his head, pushed back off his forehead, and he has metal in his eyebrow and lip.
My focus moves down his black T-shirt to his arms, which are also covered in tattoos; not an inch of untouched skin is seen. I expect him to introduce himself the way that his friend did, but he stays quiet, rolling his eyes in annoyance and pulling a cell phone from the pocket of his tight black jeans. See you around, Tessa, Nate says and the three of them exit the room.
I let out a long breath. Calling the last few minutes uncomfortable would be an understatement. I sigh.
I do my best to hide my nerves. Absolutely not. We are going to switch now. Her clean appearance clashes with the anger in her face; her long blond hair is flipped to one shoulder, yet every curl is still perfectly intact. You will not room with someone who allows men in like that—those punks, at that! I look into her gray eyes, then to Noah.
Please, I beg. He'll call her beautiful, then insist he isn't the one for her and disappear again and again. Despite the reckless way he treats her, Tessa is compelled to dig deeper and find the real Hardin beneath all his lies. He pushes her away again and again, yet every time she pushes back, he only pulls her in deeper.
Tessa already has the perfect boyfriend. So why is she trying so hard to overcome her own hurt pride and Hardin's prejudice about nice girls like her? New titles are added every day! We like to keep things fresh.