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My full being lights up with understanding as he continues to play, entirely in his element as a level of certainty takes over me. Easton Crowne is not some budding star. He’s a supernova.

I want more for myself, and I want to give you so much fucking more. So, think of what you’re asking me because I know exactly what I’m asking of you,” his voice cracks with emotion. “This is me fighting dirty for us both, so please just admit it so I can give you the best parts of me, because I want every fucking part of you.

You just fucking fell out of the sky, didn’t you?

Our souls clicked seamlessly together before our bodies ever aligned, and it can no longer be denied or undone.

I want you to remember this moment, right now, right here, just you and me in a fucking SUV, taking a drive to nowhere. Promise me you’ll remember this.

Welcome to this side of the glass, Beauty.

There’s nothing to compare this feeling to, and that’s why it’s the meaning of life. Love is purpose, belonging, and the very definition of living.

I hate so much that Easton Crowne is the most beautiful secret I’ll ever have and will forever be the one I’m forced to keep.

Marry me because we’re the rare, lucky ones who managed to find something together so many others don’t have – it would feel criminal not to.

Intelligent men don’t let life-changing women pass them by without trying to grasp onto them with both hands.

Your dreams don’t and won’t come second to mine. I want to be the man that stands beside you or behind you when you need me to. I can and will be there for you when it matters most to you.

That’s the thing, Beauty. With me, you rarely have to say a word.” “You keep calling me that.” “Yeah, well, it’s a large part of the reason I drove to Austin to collect the girl I met. Because that’s all I see when she reveals herself to me.” He runs a gentle thumb across my lower lip. “Raw. Fucking. Beauty.

Forgive me for being blind to the fact that your love was bottomless, and I’ll forgive fate and the hard road we had to travel. You are my destination, my life. I don’t need anything else. Take those steps toward me today and put your hand in mine, and with a stringing soul, I promise never to get us lost again.

Intelligent men don’t let life-changing women pass them by without trying to grasp onto them with both hands. I don’t need endless months to figure out you’re that woman for me.” … “What I do want is standing in front of me, and the idea of letting her walk away from me for a second time is fucking eating me alive.

This isn’t a game,” I whisper hoarsely. He sobers, pulling back slightly so I can clearly see the look in his eyes. “No, it’s not. You punched a hole in my goddamned chest in Seattle, only to leave me in the dark to try and figure out how to fill it.

More than anything, I want to cling to his star as it burns the brightest – if only to be with him for a little longer. If what Easton said is true, and we live in echoes of defining moments, I want to remain in this one for as long as I possibly can.

Please, let me go,” I whisper. “I don’t think I can,” though quietly delivered, his reply is a direct hit.

You know, you’re really a nice guy on the B-side of that mastered A impression of a total asshole.

He finally steps forward, trapping my face in his hands, eyes searching. “What took you so fucking long?

Easton properly kissed me, fucked me, and I’m certain—if we gave each other a chance—he might have been the one to properly love me.

Natalie crumbles where she stands, her eyes overflowing as Nate turns to my dad, devastation coating his voice. “Is this my fucking life, Reid? Is a Crowne man destined to swoop in and take everything that’s precious to me?

Satisfied with the look I plan to neuter Easton Crowne in, I grab the small clutch which matches the red soles of my heels before tucking in my phone and travel wallet.

Don’t belittle what we have to justify your attempt to control what you don’t want happening. It happened. It’s still happening.

She’s under my skin, fueling my days, lightning in my veins. I’m already gone.

Tell me, Natalie, what is a sweet Southern belle like yourself doing with this asshole?

Admit that you want this to happen just as badly as I do.” “It can’t happen.” “It already has, and you know it.

Our parents’ story isn’t ours. But in one major way it is - because like theirs, our love is timeless.

I wasn’t expecting--” “Me neither,” he fires back, “but I refuse to fucking deny whatever is happening here. You know I won’t.

It’s up to us. It’s our fucking choice.” “I know.” “Please don’t let go.

This is me fighting dirty for us both, so please just admit it so I can give you the best parts of me, because I want every fucking part of you.

Every song has a memory; every song has the ability to make or break your heart, shut down the heart, and open the eyes.

We don’t seem to agree on much lately.” “And we won’t when you fight me on what feels like mine.” “I want that part of it to be true. It feels true.” “It is, Beauty … I’m making fucking sure of it.

I can’t fall for you, Easton,” she whispers hoarsely. “I’ll lose everything I’ve worked for…my whole life is in Austin, my future.” “You’re already mine,” I declare, knowing that it’s the truth for us both.

Makes sense,” I concede easily. His eyes flare in warning, and I harden my stare in return. “No, it fucking doesn’t. You don’t deny yourself anything you want in life because of timing. That’s a coward’s excuse.

I don’t have the urge to call my friends and share my highs and lows. I don’t miss them with an ache so deeply etched inside that it keeps me awake at night, and I sure as fuck don’t drive for hours in hopes they’ll spend a few days with me. And I definitely don’t jerk off to the image of them coming on my cock. I don’t feel this way for my friends, Natalie—close or otherwise—so I dare you to call me your close friend again,” he warns. “I fucking dare you.

Sometimes, love, no matter how real it feels and is, isn’t always the right love, and you don’t figure that part out until you’ve lost it and put some time between your feelings and reality. I got that perspective after my split with Stella. In my case, time helped, Natalie, and it’s been a very, very long time.

With sleeves rolled up a few inches on his forearms, it’s easy to surmise both arms are covered in ink. What appears to be bold black feather tips peak along the side of his neck. He’s the gasp-worthy blond in contrast to Easton’s breath-stealing tall, dark, and strikingly handsome.

The most potent aspect of all is that he helped blueprint our love, just as my heart conjured it. It has nothing to do with anyone else, despite how it happened. This love story is ours and ours alone.

Intelligent men don’t let life-changing women pass them by without trying to grasp onto them with both hands. I don’t need endless months to figure out you’re that woman for me. I’m not most men, Natalie. I know exactly what I don’t want, and it’s everything outside of that door. What I do want is standing in front of me, and the idea of letting her walk away from me a second time is fucking eating me alive.

It physically fucking hurt me when you slammed the door on me.” “It hurt me, too. But please understand, I still can’t do this with you.” “You can do this with me, but you won’t. There’s a difference, and I would drop it, but I know how you feel about me. You don’t want this limited to friendship any more than I do.

I spent the first few days with his earbuds in, immersed in sensory overload. I finally had to tuck them away in my desk, having decided anyone who listens to music while emotionally compromised is a masochist. It’s utter agony knowing my mind now associates certain songs with a man forever trapped in a place and time I don’t want to outlive.

Natalie,” he murmurs, pulling my chin by his fingers back toward him. “I really just want to talk to you, so please don’t force me to play dirty because I have time to kill between gigs, and if you don’t get,” he bites his lip, “your perfect ass in my van, I’m going to bend you over Monday morning and bite it right in front of your daddy. Bet.

Easton, maybe I’ve been presumptuous in thinking…but if I wasn’t,” I whisper as his body cradles mine without contact, the invisible thread between us strengthening, “if I wasn’t—” Using our clasped hands, he jerks me flush to him, his breath hitting my ear a second before his heated declaration. “If you weren’t so determined to keep me out of your bed, I’d be fucking the breath out of you right now, Natalie.

I think reading those emails affected you this way because you might be envious. Maybe you crave a connection, a love like my parents have, like our parents had together, maybe something more than the relationship you’ve idolized your whole life.” He leans in, his every word striking like a blow.

A rock star he may now be, but for me, he was first a man who reached in with a gentle soul and discovered some of my veiled truths before forcing me to acknowledge parts of who I am – and what I want. I man who made me feel important at a time when I questioned my direction and everything else I thought I knew. A man who has since freed me to be that woman, all the while addicting me to new needs. Needs he himself sparked and created before gifting me with the type of love I dreamed of. The love I hoped to experience for myself.

reply instantly, stunned by his term of endearment

The type of love that defies rationality, that trumps all reasoning, that’s uncontrollable.” “We have that.

You two are fucking with a history you have no business becoming a part of.

Fuck this,” I yell, fury taking over. “You two don’t get to assume shit about us. We might be privy to some of your history, but you sure as hell don’t know ours.

I slap my forehead as he considers her as his life’s purpose, and she all but offers him Ex-Lax.

Want to get lost again tomorrow?

What appears to be bold black feather tips peak along the side of his neck.

I’m supposed to be having dinner with my parents later.” “Well, you’ll be dining on peanut butter and jelly in a van that smells like blue cheese instead.” I

Sometimes saving face while displaying quiet strength isn’t worth the cost.

We don’t have to be friends, Easton, and I may grill you for the truth, but I can promise you that I won’t sacrifice any part of you for them.

Crownes don’t know how to love halfway, do they?” I shake my head. “God, baby. What if she breaks your heart?

Easton isn’t an all-around grump, he’s just…private, and it seems he saves his smiles for his people.

peace.

I don’t think you can live a genuine life being inspired by others—everyday lives anyway—but you can be inspired by their creations.

Have I ever told you what your father said the minute I placed you in his arms?” She doesn’t wait for me to answer as Dad rasps out a low, “Addie.” “He said, ‘I’ve found the perfect love.

I’ve never in my life felt anything like it – this intimacy, this feeling of belonging to someone so completely. This can’t be bought or bottled. It can’t be replicated, duplicated, or imitated. Being with Easton in any capacity is like trying to cling to a shooting star, and somewhere inside, I know that if I don’t relish this time with him, I’ll miss it as he burns his brightest.

He’s nervous. I barely have time to register what’s happening when Easton closes his eyes. Time seems to stand still as his fingers search for and easily find the keys as he runs down a few chords.

The craving is instant, the hunger unmanageable … The crack in my chest becomes a gaping wound as I free-fall into what I’m feeling, pouring myself into her, which ignites a crazed need to possess her.

I spent the first few days with his earbuds in, immersed in sensory overload. I finally had to tuck them away in my desk, having decided anyone who listens to music while emotionally compromised is a masochist.

Kid was just asking me if I wanted some coffee.” “You can fetch your own, asshole,” Dad snarks, giving me a wink. “Well, as everyone knows,” Alex fires back, “I don’t drink coffee after two.” “No one knows, Alex,” Dad taunts dryly, “nor cares.

Mexicans live in Mexico, We're Spanish speaking American women, which makes us Latina. There's your lesson for the day. And she doesn't speak Spanish because she thinks she sounds stupid. She hasn't used the tongue enough, and she doesn't like being half a beaner.

I look over to him to see his gaze fixed on my hair just as he reaches up and rubs one of my curls between his fingers. “I like it like this.” “Clean?” “Natural,” he says, taking his coffee as a tinge of exhilaration shoots up my spine. “You can’t be serious.” “I am.

I can’t pinpoint exactly when it happened, but all that matters to me right now is how strong this pull is; though foreign, it feels fucking amazing. If I could bottle or needle it, I would inject myself regularly, even as its danger presents itself, and despite her warning, it’s lethal.

His eyes remain on my profile as I bite my lip and stuff my hands in his jacket pockets. Amongst the contents, I feel a lighter, a safety pin, and pull a package out to see a dual pack of condoms—LELO-HEX-XL. My eyes fly to his, his expression not changing a fraction as I quickly stuff the package back into my pocket. “Congratulations,” I mutter dryly with an eyeroll before darting my gaze back to the brightly lit piece.

Sometimes, love, no matter how real it feels and is, isn't always the right love, and you don't figure that part out until you've lost it and put some time between your feelings and reality.

There’s no going back. This shit’s not reversible. You can’t unlove someone because you’re ordered to. His belief that it’s possible shows how immature his heart is. He may have posed the decision, but my heart had already made the fucking choice before I began serving a minute here.

I’m so tempted to ignore your words and listen to everything else you’re not saying.

Easton’s cold shoulder feels like a thousand needles digging into my chest all at once.

It’s then I realize he’s serenading me, singing to me, and the song represents us.

Is this my fucking life, Reid? Is a Crowne man destined to swoop in and take everything that’s precious to me?

I dare you to call me your close friend again,” he warns. “I fucking dare you.

if I am making too much of a deal about our parents’ history.

That’s your guilt twisting the words into something other than I intended.

Well, I am a ginger,” I boast. “Rumor is, I have no soul.

Marry me.

agreed to turn our phones off before we got here,

I don’t let others’ perceptions change my mind about anything unless I agree with it.

Bet,

Bet.

Take another threatening step toward my son, Butler, and I’ll fucking end you.

It’s not over yet.

Tye: No worries, beautiful. Hurry up!

You wanted to know, and now you do. If you can’t pull the trigger…then bury the gun in a place you’ll never find it again.

You had your chance,

forty-three fucking days.

It’s Crowne. Your name is Natalie Crowne,” I snap as the accumulating acid starts to pour out of me, “or did you fucking forget?

At this point, I feel I’ve paid enough.

You fucking drew up divorce papers?

She shouldn’t have to worry about everyone else having a say in her life decisions.

You think I didn’t see you scanning that party for me every time you got turned on?

Yes.

Good sir,

I love you.

Preview of REVERSE

Slapping my phone unnecessarily hard into his hand, he cocks a brow. “I don’t have enough time to talk sense into stupid, but you can take that judgmental look and shove it up your ass, pal.” I snap. “I have a degree and a penchant for writing from which I make my living. Which means I can pay my own fucking bills. I can also cook a five-course meal and change a flat tire. I even have my own set of power tools. And while I can do all of that, I can also embrace my femininity, rock this dress, these heels, and enjoy the feel of both while I feast on the dick of any worthy man of my choosing.” I step up to the asshole who put me on the offensive with a mere look, “But I assure you, any man I kneel for will be intelligent enough to understand why I’m doing it.