Mini Teaser

From Zack's POV


“What did he say to you?” I ask her, although I pretty much already know.

“I’m not having sex with you.”

Well, hell. I wasn’t thinking about that either….but now that she mentions it, I can only imagine all the things I want to do to her. I bite my cheek and rub a hand roughly across my face to hide my laughter and shock. She’s blushing enough and I don’t want to make her feel worse.

 I also need to erase all the images she just put in my head.

“I don’t recall asking you to.” My lips twitch slightly as I fight the urge to smile at her.

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Nicole Parsons had the perfect life, made complete with the suburban home and the proverbial white picket fence. When tragedy struck and she lost the most important people in her life, she turned away from everything she loved before; shutting out every reminder of the perfect life she lost.

It has been one year, three months, one week and six days since the accident; and Nicole is ready to stop counting the days she’s survived, and begin living again.

On a dare from her best friend, Nicole encounters Zack Walters - the popular alternative rock star and man who signifies so much of her past – and suddenly everything in Nicole’s safe and quiet life changes.

When she’s forced to face the pain she’s carried for so long, will she truly be able to heal from her past and begin to live again?

Or will her new adventure ruin her completely?

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He takes a few steps towards me and I freeze. I cling tightly to my beer bottle when his hand reaches out and softly touches one of the curls in my hair. His eyes soften and I’m mesmerized by the light green that has darkened slightly. One side of his lips quirk up just a little bit, leaving this sexy smirk that I have a feeling is the same one that causes girls all over the country to drop their panties for at his concerts. Or so Mia claims. But I totally get the feeling because I suddenly have butterflies flying like mad in my stomach as he gazes down on me. Screw that, it’s not butterflies, it feels more like monkeys jumping on a trampoline. And it scares the hell out of me, but not in a bad, I need to run away now, way. More like it feels so good, I want to lean closer and snuggle up to him sort of way.

“See you in ten minutes?” he asks so softly and roughly that I almost don’t hear him over the noise in the bar. I’m stuck stupid and can’t say anything, so I just nod.

At least I hope that’s what I do because I can’t really tell if I’m moving at all.

He lets go of my hair and chuckles softly – more to himself than me- and flashes a wave and large smile to Mia. “See you soon.”