Release Date: March 14, 2014
After a myriad of mistakes and a devastating breakup, Lily
Hamilton is no longer the impulsive, selfish person she had once been. Now, she
longs for the chance to make it up to the one person she knows holds the key to
her happiness. But can he get beyond who she was and love her for who she is
now? Or is history destined to repeat itself?
Adam Carter has gone through his own metamorphosis. His days
of serial monogamy are long gone, and he's been burying his hurt by dating
women he has no intention of committing to. But when he sees Lily for the first
time in months, he's reminded of the man he used to be; the man he wants to try
and be again--for her.
Max Samson is on the downward spiral from hell. Drinking and
meaningless sex have taken over his life once again, causing him to revert back
to the man he'd been before Lily fell into his life. But when his mother
invites Lily back into his world, he suddenly remembers how good it felt to
have her there. Even if he might not get to keep her.
Find out how Lily gets her happily ever after in this final
installment of her story. This book is
recommended for mature audiences due to language and unbelievably awesome
sexual content.
Chapter 4: Adam
The
drive to school took even longer than expected as Eva told me repeatedly to
slow down and be careful going over any speedbumps for fear of ruining her
makeup. “Where’d you learn how to do that anyway?” I asked, nodding
toward some powder thing she had in her hand.
“Brittany’s mom. She taught a
bunch of us at a sleepover.” Her voice seemed more chipper than it had
before we'd left the house. Only ten minutes earlier she’d been ready to
give me a third degree burn with that hair contraption, and now she acted like
it never happened. Teenagers.
“Brittany’s mom?” I raised an eyebrow and looked over at
her hoping that she’d pick up on the reason for my question without having to
spell it out for her. Brittany’s mom was not the female influence I
wanted for Eva. Her skin stayed perpetually tan, even during the winter thanks
to baby oil and tanning salons. And to my knowledge, she didn’t own one
article of clothing that did not cling to her body like plastic wrap. I wasn’t
sure what she did for a living, but some of the other fathers and I had
speculated on more than one occasion.
Eva flipped the mirrored visor up roughly, letting it slap against
the roof. “Yeah, Brittany’s mom. Gosh, what’s your problem today?”
There’s the Eva I remember so vividly from this morning.
“Sorry,” I replied with a slight shrug of my shoulders and a smirk.
“Just drop me off over there,” she said pointing to a side
entrance of the building that was about thirty yards away from the main doors.
“I don’t want people to see me getting out of your car.”
As ridiculous as I thought that was, she was still a
thirteen-year-old girl, and I didn’t want to embarrass her. I rolled my
eyes, but began to veer down the driveway toward the entrance Eva had
requested.
Until I saw her. Lily. Walking up the sidewalk toward the
school. My mind scolded itself for thinking her name. And as if by reflex, I
slammed on my breaks and threw the car into reverse.
“What are you doing, Dad? I said up there.”
“Uh, I’m gonna drop you at the edge of the parking lot.” I
searched for an excuse that would seem believable. Somehow telling Eva
that I didn’t want to run into her teacher from last year (you know, the one
I’d been screwing) didn’t seem like an appropriate response. “The buses
are pulling up. It’ll be easier to turn around. And it's not cool
to be seen with me, remember?" I quickly added hoping that would
strengthen my argument.
Eva seemed to accept the excuse without question, and I sighed
internally with relief. But Eva had always been observant: able to read
people better than most. “What are you looking at?” she asked as her eyes
shifted toward the school.
Shit, shit, shit. Had I been that obvious? I was
surprised at how easily I recognized her from twenty-five yards away. Her wavy
brown hair had grown longer, almost reaching the middle of her back. And
her skin was bronzed from the summer. But as much as I didn't want to
think about her, didn't want to see her, I couldn't stop my eyes as they made
their way up her bare legs to imagine the soft curve of her ass under that
tight skirt. And as I ogled her, my mind reminded me how difficult these
last five months had been. I'd had nothing but time to think about what
had happened between us. And the simple truth was that, as painful as the
summer had been, my life was easier without her. She had been disloyal.
And selfish. And these were transgressions I didn’t think I could
forgive. So, I had made a valid attempt at moving on. I’d even seen a few
women, though nothing too serious.
But even though I didn’t want to think about her, my dick had
other plans. It twitched at the sight of her confident stride as she made
her way toward the building. With no luck, I willed myself to look away,
to shut my eyes. I tried to think of anything but grabbing her by the
waist and pulling her against me. Anything to rid myself of my
sex-filled visions. But to no avail.
For once, I was thankful for Eva’s short attention span. She
had already gathered her things and exited the car, seemingly forgetting about
her question. Thank God.
But as she shut the door, I realized that forgetting the subject
completely had been too good to be true. “Oh, that’s Ms. Hamilton,” Eva said
excitedly as she popped her head in the window one last time. “I loved
her."
As Eva made her way toward the building, my eyes remained on Lily,
penetrating her with my gaze. "Me too," I whispered.
I waited until she entered the building before I reached down to
adjust myself through my pants. This is gonna be a long fucking day.
Elizabeth Hayley is actually "Elizabeth" and
"Hayley," two friends who love reading romance novels to obsessive
levels. This mutual love prompted them to put their English degrees to good use
by penning their own. The product is Pieces of Perfect, their debut novel. They
learned a ton about one another through the process, like how they clearly
share a brain and have a persistent need to text each other constantly (much to
their husbands' chagrin). They are currently getting ready to release Sex Snob,
a novel centered around Lily’s roommate Amanda, and have also begun writing the
sequel to Pieces of Perfect.
"Elizabeth" lives with her husband, one and a half
year old daughter and nutjob of a dog. “Hayley” lives with her husband and her
own crazy dog. They are about to adopt a newborn soon. Elizabeth Hayley's
writing motto is best captured by the words of Patrick Dennis: "I always
start with a clean piece of paper and a dirty mind."
We split the time on Goodreads, so those of you who have
been communicating with us get "pieces" of each of us. We appreciate
all of your support!
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