Shatter by Lola Taylor
Release Date: April 12th 2015 by Smashwords Edition
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Suspense
For twenty-five-year-old Amy Miles, moving into her craptastic new apartment was like winning the lottery.
Here, she could start over.
No more nightmares. No more drama. No constantly looking over her shoulder, waiting for the boogeyman to strike.
No, she was done with all that. She was going to be a normal girl, dammit.
Then Scott Meyers saunters into her life.
She knows she should stay away from her hot-as-sin apartment building manager. Shouldn’t put her heart out there, or get into another hot, romantic mess.
Two years of heartache, a helluva lot of tequila, and buried regrets should have been enough to make her call it quits on passion.
Except, Amy knows the moment she lays eyes on Scott, she’s not going to be able to run away from the undeniable attraction between them. They’re both damaged goods—and there’s a saying that darkness calls to darkness.
But some ghosts won’t be laid to rest.
When a stalker from Amy’s past returns, hell-bent on ending her life, she realizes happily ever after with Scott is just a dream. For his safety, she should walk out the door and never look back. It’s what the old Amy would have done—run like hell. Away from her past, away from inevitable heartbreak.
Except this time, she’s tired of running.
She’s ready to fight—even if it kills her.
She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Hell, she didn’t want to, this felt too damned good. Ever since she’d met him, she’d wondered how he would kiss, and now she knew.
He was fucking phenomenal.
She could feel his erection rub against her sex, making her groan deep in her throat. He rocked gently and reached down between her legs, stroking her through her jeans. His thumb caressed the spot where her sex was, and she cried out. Wanting to reciprocate, she palmed him.
Holy shit. He easily filled her palm, his sex hard and strong against her hand. She suddenly had the urge to unzip him, to feel the hotness of his skin on hers. To pet him, to please him.
To make him, any part of him, hers.
Just as her fingers found his zipper and began to pull down, a door banged open across the hall. “Disgusting youth!” yelled an old woman, her cane raised in the air. “Fornicating wherever you please! I’m reporting this to the building manager!”
With a slam of her door, she disappeared. A moment later, the landline in Scott’s apartment rang.
They both froze and then burst out laughing.
Holy shit, she was laughing.
Phone the president. Amy Miles was officially laughing.
“Oops.” Amy bit back another laugh. Her face heated as she realized what she’d just done. Having sex, even if it was just hot grinding, in public wasn’t something she normally did, but hell if it hadn’t turned her on.
Scott grinned and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. His hand rubbed over his face; he took a step back and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Jesus, sorry I assaulted you like that. That was dumb. And here I was trying to be a gentleman.”
Amy bit her lip. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I didn’t exactly mind you being a scoundrel.”
A beat of silence passed between them, and she glanced at her door.
If she invited him in now, it would go further. She knew it would.
What she didn’t know was whether she was ready for it to. Now that her head was clearing from her lust-fest, she was grateful the old woman had interrupted them.
She gave him an apologetic smile. “I had a really good time.”
“Me, too.” He smiled at her gently and leaned in; his mouth hovered over hers. “Good night?”
She took a deep breath, let it out. “Good night.”
He kissed her. It was nothing like the one before. This one was sweet and tender, making her heart squeeze.
Oh, heaven help her, she was falling hard for this guy.
Once they’d finally parted ways and shut their doors, a process that took a full minute because they kept glancing over at each other and giggling, Amy sighed with contentment and leaned against the door.
Unbelievable. It had to be fate that she’d been drawn to this building and had moved in here. It couldn’t be a coincidence that she and Scott were neighbors. Finding love wasn’t something she’d intended on in the least, but now that it was waved in front of her face, she found she couldn’t resist.
She poured herself some water and took an aspirin and then padded to her bedroom to check on the kitty.
He sat on her bed, playing with her underwear.
It was cute for about five seconds until she realized she hadn’t let him out. When she’d left, he’d been in his kitty carrier, and her underwear had all been tucked away in her dresser.
The sense of panic, of that ice-cold fear, slowly took over her body as she stared. Trembling, she took a hesitant step toward the bed, and then another. Soon, she stood directly over it, now able to read the message that had been spelled out on her comforter using her panties.
The glass of water slipped from her hand and shattered against the floor.
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