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He’s my art professor.

I’m his student.

With an electric connection and undeniable chemistry, I know it won’t be long until one of us cracks.

When the opportunity arises to pose naked for the entire art class, I can’t help the thrill of knowing he’ll be watching me.

While they all look past me with their eyes narrowed and concentrated, drawing only the lines and angles of my body, he sees right through me down to my vulnerability.

He sees more than just the physical aspects—he sees me.

That’s when I see the struggle in his features as he tries to stay in control.

How do we keep our distance when everything seems to be pulling us together?

What feels so right can only go wrong if we keep pushing the limits.

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Brooke Cumberland is a USA Today Bestselling author who’s a stay-at-home mom and writes full-time. She lives in the frozen tundra of Packer Nation with her husband, 4 year old wild child, and two teenage stepsons. When she’s not writing, you can find her reading love stories, listening to music that inspires her, and laughing with her family. Brooke is addicted to Starbucks coffee, leggings, and anything sweet. She found her passion for telling stories during winter break one year in grad school and she hasn’t stopped since.

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My favorite books in paperbacks!

I’m a HUGE fan of collecting paperbacks! So I thought I’d post some of my favorite books that I’ve read that I have in paperback.

I’m linked each title to the Amazon buy link if you’re interested in checking them out :)

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THE GAMBLE by Kristen Ashley

This was my first KA book! It consumed me for DAYS. It’s a longer book, so when I finally did finish it, I had a bookhanger for weeks!

RUIN by Rachel Van Dyken

This is a GREAT New Adult novel. The hero was so likable and the heroin was relatable. Highly recommend this one!


First book by Chelsea & I devoured it! Great writing & storyline. Couldn’t get enough!


One of my top favorites ever. Jessica is a fabulous writer & these characters stuck with me for weeks.


My first of many books by J. Lynn that I read. This New Adult romance consumed me & I loved every minute of it.


The book that started it all! I read the entire trilogy in 4 days. I didn’t sleep or eat and had a bookhanger for weeks.

ON DUBLIN STREET by Samantha Young

Another top fave! This was my first Samantha Young romance & the writing was fabulous! The storyline was intriguing and kept me reading from beginning to end.

AFTER THE RAIN by Renee Carlino

This was my first Renee Carlino read & I wanted to hurt her so bad after this. I CRIED and CRIED! I related so much to this book that it stuck with me for weeks. Fabulous second-chance romance.

MAYBE SOMEDAY by Colleen Hoover

My favorite CoHo book of all time. I devoured it the first hour it arrived on my kindle. This ‘forbidden’ type romance was just what I wanted & as always, the writing was incredible.

NIGHT OWL by M. Pierce

Could not get enough of Night Owl! Absolutely fabulous read & writing. I’ve told everyone I know to read this book. It’s sexy, intriguing, & forbidden. One of my top favorites!

UNTEACHABLE by Leah Raeder

I seriously can’t say enough about this book. This student/teacher forbidden romance was SO well written. Leah has a lyrical writing prose that just draws you in from the first page to the very end.

WHAT IF by Bayli Lane

I read this book while I was flying back home one weekend and had to email this author to tell her she made me cry on the plane around complete strangers! I didn’t even care. It was worth it! Such a beautiful military, friends-to-lovers romance! Highly recommend!

LOVING MR. DANIELS by Brittainy C. Cherry

Another unique and incredibly written student/teacher romance. Brittainy has an incredible writing style. Everything just flowed so well. The lyrics and the way the story was told had me captivated through the entire book. I highly recommend this to anyone who loves a forbidden romance.


This sexy serial is written so well, it just keeps you glued to the pages. The characters are so well-developed, you can’t help but miss them once their story is over. Erotic romance at it’s best!

ARCHER’S VOICE by Mia Sheridan

There are hardly words to describe how much I loved this book. Mia is one of my favorite authors & this book remains to be my top fave. It’s beautiful, enchanting, engaging, & sweet. I cried, I laughed. I wanted to hold these characters and never let them go.

KEEP ME STILL by Caisey Quinn

A beautiful story about a sick girl & a guy willing to take her anyway he can have her. I was completely captivated by the writing and story.


Incredible New Adult novel about a sassy and promiscuous heroin that falls for a bad boy. The author’s writing was flawless and the story had just enough to make it different and intriguing.


Forbidden romance at it’s best! I love this author’s writing & her ability to tell a story. Absolutely fabulous read!

BRIGHT SIDE by Kim Holden

If you wish to cry, read this book. If you wish to feel pain, read this book. If you wish to fall in love with characters & watch them be ripped away from you, read this book. This book is full of FEELS. Absolutely breathtaking romance about a girl that’s capable of touching everyone’s life that she meets. You will be gutted. You’ve been warned.

Feel free to tell me some of your favorites! :)

#TBR Time!

Pushing the Limits is coming!! Add to your TBR here!

He’s my art professor.

I’m his student.

With an electric connection and undeniable chemistry, I know it won’t be long until one of us cracks.

When the opportunity arises to pose naked for the entire art class, I can’t help the thrill of knowing he’ll be watching me.

While they all look past me with their eyes narrowed and concentrated, drawing only the lines and angles of my body, he sees right through me down to my vulnerability.

He sees more than just the physical aspects—he sees me.

That’s when I see the struggle in his features as he tries to stay in control.

How do we keep our distance when everything seems to be pulling us together?

What feels so right can only go wrong if we keep pushing the limits.

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Two year pubiversary!

This month marks 2 years since I’ve published my first book! That seems CRAZY! It’s really hard to wrap my brain around. It’s been a roller coaster of emotions, but it’s been the best journey I’ve been on. I don’t think of writing as my job because I love it so much and to be able to do something that I’m passionate about is 100x better.


So how did I get here? What have I been doing the last 2 years?

Writing has always been something I’ve enjoyed. I grew up in a farm house out in the country with no cable and no Internet. When I was 11, my parents divorced and I stayed living with my dad the majority of the time. He was into Western movies & I was not. With limited options—and being the only child that lived with him—I turned to telling stories and journaling. When I was a bit older, I started reading more ‘adult’ books and got really into them.

The summer before my senior year of high school, I took a psychology college course and found out I was really passionate about it. I loved it and decided to major in it when I went off to college the year after. Fortunately for me, psychology required a lot of self-reflection, research papers, and writing. Bonus for me! I loved every minute of it.

Fast-forward to the Twilight hype, and I was sucked back into reading. I hadn’t given up on it per se, but college pretty much took over my life. Between studying, researching, reading textbooks, and working part-time, reading for pleasure was put on the back burner. After Twilight engrossed me, I admitted to being a Twi-hard fan. And my then boyfriend was no Edward, so he had to go (that’s a joke, but I really did realize he was not good for me later on).

In early 2009, I met my now husband. He was the restaurant manager at the place I worked (sound familiar? 😉 ) I was a full-time college student working part-time. In February 2010, we found out we were expecting! We got engaged 6 weeks after that.

Fall 2010, I was set to graduate college in December and due to have my first baby in October. I was so excited about all the life changes I’d be going through. My fiancé and I were ecstatic and ready to meet our little girl.

Four weeks after she was born, she got sick with bacterial meningitis. For those that don’t know what that is, it’s bacteria in the spinal fluid and if it’s not diagnosed properly, people can die of it. Being only a month old, I was terrified. She was in pain, she was seizing, she wouldn’t eat, she wasn’t acting normal. Fortunately, a very attentive and smart doctor at the ER diagnosed her within a few hours and we transferred her to a Children’s Hospital about an hour away.

Refusing to leave her, I finished my last few weeks of school online. I didn’t walk with my class, but I couldn’t knowing my daughter was in a hospital. It was a sacrifice I gladly made to make sure I stayed by her side. We were fortunate enough to be able to stay at the Ronald McDonald house while our daughter was being treated.

December 27, 2010 we got to  bring her home for good! Exactly one month later. She was a fighter. I’ll never forget it either because I remember looking at her as she fought for her life and couldn’t believe my newborn baby was stronger than I was. I moved through the motions of my life during those weeks and was basically on autopilot. It changed me.

Once we were back home, I finished up a couple finals for school and received my diploma in the mail. Graduating with a Bachelor’s in Psychology was great, but the high paying jobs were limited unless you had a Master’s degree. So that was my next step.

I enrolled in an online graduate program so I could stay home with my daughter. I was like a Mother Bear unwilling to leave her cubs after what we’d just went through. So I started a couple months later and decided it wasn’t that easy, but I kept pushing through. More textbook reading, more reflection papers, more writing. I loved the writing part, but the finding time part with a new baby was challenging.

I decided to take summer classes because I wanted to graduate as soon as possible. I knew I needed a professional job to bring in some income, so I was prepared to bust my ass in doing so. In the middle of my semester, July 2011, I was given the awful news that my then fiancé had been in a horrific motorcycle accident. My daughter was 8 months old and had perfectly recovered from her sickness. I was thinking life was great and we were all getting back on track, until I heard my husband’s leg was severally damaged. They couldn’t save it and had to amputate just below his knee.

I was absolutely devastated. My life felt over and I didn’t know how to be a single mom. Not only that, he had 2 boys we also cared for. And I was a full-time grad student. My head was spinning.

He was in a medically induced a coma for 10 days. He had over 20 surgeries. It’s now been almost 4 years and he still cannot walk with a prosthetic. I was overwhelmed and scared. But I’m an optimistic and positive person, so I leaned on God to get me through it all. My family was nothing less than supportive and they also guided and helped me every day.

I tried to finish out grad school, but I just couldn’t. With 3 kids and a handicapped husband, I decided I needed to put it on the back burner. My husband had medical appointments a few times a month, all out of town.  I couldn’t keep paying for school with an income drop, and I was furious as ever that my husband suffered with severe chronic pain on a daily basis. I was furious at the driver that hit him, I was furious at the universe for letting this happen to us, and I was furious that we’re being put through another horrible journey.

But I tried and remained strong for my family’s sake. I loved my husband, and I’d do whatever it took to take care of him. We were married 3 months after his accident and we kept fighting for his health. It’s been the hardest journey imaginable and I can’t help but think how it’s all directed me to where I am today.

We decided to buy an iPad—my first piece of technology ever besides my flip phone—and I discovered iBooks. My husband said he download the Fifty Shades of Grey box set and I decided to give it a try. I had no knowledge of Goodreads, Kindle eBooks, or the Indie community. I read the entire trilogy in 4 days. I was so engrossed to the point where I missed sleep and didn’t even care! I discovered reading had power.

I downloaded more books. I read more, slept less. I was happier. The world was making sense again. Reading was my therapy.

I decided to get back into writing again. Writing had always been therapeutic for me and since I decided to take a break from grad school, I had time to write and read again.

January 2013, I wrote the first draft of Kitchen Affairs. March 2013, I published it on Amazon. I discovered a few blog pages, made an author page, and made some friends.

I had no idea what I was doing.

I wrote another book. I published Kitchen Scandals June 2013. I did a blog tour and made some more connections. I even had a few beta readers that time around.

New characters entered my mind! Spark & Burn were written and published July and September 2013. I knew I had to finish my first trilogy, but my husband had more revision surgery.  My daughter was also turning 2 soon and family came first.

I finally published Kitchen Promises in December 2013.

I barely made enough money that first year to cover my costs, but I enjoyed the hell out of it. I wasn’t able to work out of the home because my husband fully depended on me. We wouldn’t have been able to afford the childcare costs anyway.  Writing at least helped keep me sane from the reality of my life. It helped me connect with readers, bloggers, and other authors and THAT was my savior. Connecting with people online when I couldn’t in my real life, helped bring clarity back into my life.

A secondary character from the Spark series demanded her own book, which was Flame. I published it early February 2014. It bombed. I published 6 books in 12 months, and I still had no idea what I was doing. I was feeling a bit defeated. Things with my husband weren’t improving. He was in pain constantly, the surgery didn’t improve his condition, and our 3 kids had no idea why their dad wasn’t getting better.

It was heartbreaking.

My husband’s accident trial didn’t go our way and we got no financial support out of it. We were devastated. We had no idea what we were going to do. Not only was my husband in physical pain, but also mental pain. He couldn’t remember the accident, so he couldn’t tell his side. He couldn’t defend himself in any way. He was already diagnosed with depression and anxiety, and the whole thing just added to it. The stress from it all knocked me down.

I had no desire to write anymore. I felt broken as a person and defeated. Not because the lack of sales, but because I didn’t feel like living this life anymore. I couldn’t go on date nights with my husband, I couldn’t sleep in because he couldn’t help with the kids so I had to be the one to do it all. We were broke, and I’d just added $11,000 to our credit card debt publishing 6 books (including  giveaways, advertisements, and a signing).

I didn’t let myself stay down for long. I pulled myself back together and started writing The Intern in April. I decided to write a 3 part serial. I knew I could write them quicker and publish them  back to back. We needed the money, but also, I needed my therapy back. I needed my fictional world. I decided I was going to write for me, I was going to push boundaries, and I was going to do it for the sake of pushing myself.

And did I ever push myself.

Not only did I decide to write and publish 3 books in 3 months, I decided to write a FOURTH book and publish it right after.

The response for The Intern Serials was beyond anything I’d ever imagined. It completely kicked my ass, but it was worth every sleepless night to get them out on time. The readers actually liked it and came back to read the next book! I was shocked!

Between May and August 2014, I wrote and published 4 books. Although they were novella length in size, they were MUCH harder to write than full-length books. I’m sure anyone that’s written a serial can agree with me. Developing characters, having a well-thoughtout plot line, and engaging the reader is just as hard or in my experience, harder in a shorter book. You have less pages to still do all that and hope it’s enough that the reader enjoys themselves enough to come back and buy the next.

By September, I was exhausted. Completely worn down. My daughter was almost 4 and was not easy to tame. I decided to take the winter off from publishing. I decided I was going to write my first stand alone, Dangerous Temptations, and release it late winter 2015.

Between dr appointments for my husband and paying off all our debt, it took me a lot longer to write than I thought. But I still pushed through it. I pushed and pushed until Dangerous Temptations came to fruition and went live on all platforms late February 2015.

The response was outstanding. Much different than when I published Flame the same time the year before. Perhaps I hit the marketing harder, perhaps I had more readers, perhaps I grew as a writer. Who knows. But I think maybe just maybe, I kind of know what I’m doing now.

It’s only taken 11 books.

But I’m not ignorant enough to think I know everything. I’m still learning new things all the time! I won’t pretend each release I have will be successful. I know it’s not possible. Some will flop and some will soar. That’s the journey.

But I can’t imagine where my life would’ve led had I not started reading and writing when I did. Depression was starting to circle, and I felt my breaking point coming on stronger and stronger each day.

Not only was it my escape, it saved me. I know that sounds cliché, but it’s true for me. I’ve always been a strong person, I have really thick skin, but seeing your life crumble each day and having NO CONTROL was overwhelming. Writing I could control. I could create characters and develop them as I saw them in my head. It was my second chance.

Graduate school is still on the back burner for me. Writing isn’t something I chose, it chose me, and I don’t want to let it go. For now, I’m the financial supporter in our household, and I’m driven to continue that. The Intern Serials changed our lives, and I can’t thank the readers enough for that. We’ve been able to put an offer in on a house that we strongly need. Our tiny 3 bedroom duplex isn’t handicapped friendly and we’ve outgrown it. In fact, my ‘office’ is in the living room and not really ideal for someone that works full-time from their home, so I’m beyond ecstatic to be getting my own office space.

The scariest part of this journey is not knowing where it’s going to lead. I know you only get what you put in, but I’ve been put through hell so many times, I just expect it to happen again at some point. It’s a daily struggle, but I try and remember the positives. That’s what keeps me going. Interacting with readers and making new friends keeps me going. Even if you aren’t a fan of my work, I’m okay with that. There’s hundreds of other options out there, and I know we don’t all have the same taste. I know I’ve grown as a writer the past 2 years, and I can only hope and anticipate, I’ll continue to grow as I continue on :)

I have a lot planned for this year… or so I hope! I have 6 signing events planned, 1 serial, and 2-3 stand alones. I don’t plan to release any info until I am positive which is being released next.

If you made it this far, thank you for reading! Thank you for caring and for your support. Thanks to my team, The Hype PR, my editor, designer, beta team, fan page team, and my assistant, MJ. Also, my three closest friends (they know who they are) for helping me stand tall.

I want to celebrate with some giveaways, so keep an eye out this week for some that I’ll be posting!

Much love!

-Brooke xx

Dangerous Temptations Bonus/Deleted Scene

Only read this if you’ve read Dangerous Temptations! Also, this is unedited!

The Night Before

The night was cool, even for New York, but I loved it. It made me feel alive. The crisp wind sent a chill down my body, but I welcomed it. I wore a strapless silver cocktail dress and bright red heels. The shoes matched my lips, which of course was on purpose. I never went out without properly coordinating my outfits, otherwise The New York Post would label me as an unfit ‘queen’.

It was sickening really, but I fell for it. I kept my hair and nails properly groomed, I hired a trainer for four days a week to keep my “killer body” in tact, and never ate more than twelve hundred calories a day. My days consisted of blogging at a fashion magazine and my nights were spent inside my New York penthouse with my fiancé.

Tonight—I was just Mackenzie. I’d let loose, dance, and forget about the consequences. Fuck the magazines and the paparazzi for their stupid accusations. I promised Brittainy tonight was about her. The bride-to-be.

We arrived to Club Le Bain in a sleek, black limo. We started drinking hours ago before we even had dinner, but now we were ready to dance.

“Oohhhhh! Bachelorette in the house!” Ella screamed, dragging us all behind her. “Move…move!” She was almost six feet tall of pure mocha gorgeousness. Her long, black hair and body of a model earned our way inside.

Brittainy was dressed in a bachelorette sash, Princess Crown, and “Kiss Me, I’m the Bride” buttons, which let everyone in the club know we were partying hard tonight. If that didn’t give it away, the half dozen penis straws attached to her shirt would.

“I hate you!” Brittainy squealed as we finally made our way to a bar table. She laughed as she grabbed a straw and began chewing on it. She had made us promise not to make her dress up, but I couldn’t help it. It was cheesy and cliché, so I had to.

“You love me!” I shouted back over the music. “You look hot!”

“Whatever,” she slurred, smiling and giggling like the drunken fool she was. “We need drinks!” she screamed much too loud.

“On it!” Ella yelled, waving her hand back at us as she walked to the bar. Knowing her, she’d come back with a tray full of free shots and shooters.

“Let’s go dance!” Staci begged, pulling on Brittainy’s arm. “I wanna dance,” she whined. Brittainy gave in and the both of them took off. I stood with our other friend, Katie, who wasn’t exactly my biggest fan.

“Aren’t you gonna dance?” she asked, looking unimpressed.

“I need another drink first,” I explained. I wasn’t shy, but I needed the buzz. I wanted to let loose and be carefree. Just for tonight.

Ella returned with a tray full of drinks I couldn’t name. We each took two shots, one after the other.

“Here, try this,” Ella insisted.

“What is it?”

“It’s awesome, just trust me, Mac!” I heard over the music. I shrugged my shoulders and took the drink. It tasted fruity and sweet—delicious.

“So good!” My hips began bumping with the music, my body relaxing and finally ready to hit the floor. “Let’s go dance now!”

Ella and Katie followed behind, some techno remix blaring through the speakers. “What the hell is this shit?” Ella asked, her lips turned down in disgust.

“I don’t know,” I answered. “Just go with it!” I smiled at her, hoping she’d finally relax for once.

Brittainy and Staci found us, both of them completely wasted and crazy. I moved by body toward them, putting my hands on Staci’s shoulder to steady myself. The music changed and we continued dancing.

“I need a drink!” Brittainy announced, but I stayed behind. I felt good, and I didn’t want to waste the buzz I was feeling.

As I continued dancing, I felt strong hands behind me. They crept to my hips, moving and grinding behind me. I kept swaying, inviting the stranger to dance with me.

“I couldn’t help myself. You just looked so gorgeous dancing all by yourself over here.” His voice was husky, low. His breath was hot against my neck, sending a shiver down to my toes.

I smiled to myself since he couldn’t see me. I responded with inching my body closer to his, feeling his chest to my back. He was built from what I could tell. His chest hard, and his arms toned. They engulfed me, pressing against my body in a securing gesture.

We danced to the music, one hand moved to my arm, rubbing up and down in an affectionate matter. It was oddly comforting, his gestures were sweet but secure.

“What’s your name?” He dipped his head down, pressing his lips against the flesh of my ear. My body tingled with how close his mouth was. His entire body was cemented to mine, and I had yet to see his face.

“Mac,” I answered, turning my head slightly so he could hear me. “What’s yours?”

He spun me around, his hands securely gripping my upper arms. My eyes opened wide to see him but the lights were dim and the dancing of colored lights moved in a quick rhythm. I could partially see him—his jawline and his mouth. His eyes were hooded, not giving me a good view of them. His hair was short on the sides and longer on top, but I couldn’t see which color. Everything was dark.

“Alex,” he finally responded. His lips turned up into a handsome grin, giving me a full view of his perfectly straight teeth. I didn’t know what to say, so I just stared at him, letting the alcohol swim in my veins. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mac.”

One hand continued gripping my arm, while the other strolled down to my hip. He squeezed gently, waking me up from my trance.

“It’s nice to meet you, too, Alex.” I smiled, feeling like we were the only two in the entire club. The music silenced, the other dancers faded, and soon my vision only zoomed in on this enticing stranger.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He leaned in again, close to my ear. It was so deep, soothing almost as the silk of his voice vibrated against the warmth of my skin. Butterflies consumed my stomach at the way my body was responding to him. It was innocent really, but the way his lips lingered was a sure sign that it wouldn’t stay that way.

“Sure,” I answered anyway. My body felt hypnotized, stunned by the affect this stranger was stirring in me.

His hand ran down my arm until it reached my hand. He linked our fingers together as he guided us up to the bar. I nervously looked around for my friends, wondering if they were still at the same table we had been at.

“What’s your poison?” he asked playfully, leaning one arm against the bar top. I stood in front of him, getting a much better visual of his face. His jawline was firm and strong, but it didn’t match the rest of him. He had one of those soft baby faces, the ones that look like they never age. His eyes were brown from what I could now see and his hair was a dark shade of blonde. He was every girl’s wet fantasy, but he couldn’t be mine.

“I’ll take a Cranberry Vodka.”

“A girl who can drink her liquor…” His lips curved up in one of the sexiest smirks I’ve ever seen. His lips were thin, but delicious looking. “I like that.”

“I’m sure you do.” I smirked back, enjoying the attention he was giving me. He could easily have a dozen other girls in this club.

“Actually…” He inched his head down lower, almost whispering. “I don’t really go out much. I just flew back into New York. I was actually supposed to meet a friend and apparently they blew me off.”

That surprised me. He looked like a guy who went out every weekend, at least.

“Is that what you tell all the girls?” I mocked.

He laughed, brushing his hand through his hair lightly. He grabbed the drinks from the bartender and threw a twenty on the bar. “No, it’s the truth.” He smiled. “I saw you earlier standing at the table with your friends. You were laughing and smiling…you looked so carefree and full of life. I find that a very attractive quality in a woman.”

His confession took me off guard, but I didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. I wasn’t an easy lay, and I wasn’t into one-night stands.

“All right,” I lingered, circling my straw in my glass. “Well, I haven’t been out in months. It’s my friend’s bachelorette party actually.”

“Really?” His eyes roamed over my body, admiring the way my dress squeezed my curves. “You seem like a girl that likes to have fun…often.”

“Well, you know what they say about accusations…” I grinned, gripping the straw between my lips. I leaned in, whispering inches away from his mouth. “Unfortunate disappointments.”

“I’d be willing to bet my first born that you would be anything but a disappointment, sweetheart.” His voice stayed deep, firm. His eyes embedded into mine, letting me know exactly what he was after.

“Well, get ready to lose that bet.” I smiled confidently. “I need to get back to my friend before she thinks I ditched her.”

“Ahh…the nice blow off…” His eyes held mine, daring me to leave.

“I’m not blowing you off,” I insisted. “It’s just…it’s a girl’s night,” I explained.

“Oh, girl’s night…” He let the words out easily in understanding. “Well, if you get lonely and decide to make it a fun night, you’ll know where to find me.” He winked, gripping my elbow in his palm. He pulled me forward and pressed his lips to my cheek. “Enjoy your evening, Mac.” Tingles riveted throughout my entire body—a sensation I hadn’t felt in months. It was uncanny for someone I just met.

“Thanks…you too.” I finally managed to say. I found Ella finally and took off with my Vodka Cranberry in my hand.

“Giiiiiirl…who was that and does he have a twin?” She arched her body to look around me, getting a full view of Mr. Gorgeous in the flesh.

“I don’t know…” I laughed. “Stop it. We aren’t here to find hook ups. We’re here to celebrate Brittainy’s last time out as a single woman!” I screamed, finally gaining her attention. She was totally wasted, swaying her hips and hair back and forth.

“I can’t believe she’s getting married!” Ella screamed back. None of us do actually.

Brittainy was what you’d call a Prom Queen. She had high goals, unfathomable standards for boyfriends, and only wore the best designers. She was high maintenance with excellent taste. But the thing about her was that she never acted better than you—she was a blend of southern girl meets city life. She was always popular in high school and college, always dated the jocks, and always looked flawless—that’s how she really got her nickname.

She also wasn’t known for her long-term relationships. Oliver was her longest at eleven months before he proposed. He knew he had a good thing when he finally convinced her to say yes to their first date. It didn’t take him long to put a ring on it and keep her for himself. I’m only surprised she said ‘yes.’

“Let’s go back out and dance!” Katie suggested. I had to make a double take to ensure I was hearing her right. Apparently, alcohol made her nice.

I sucked down the rest of my drink and set it on a nearby table before following them back out. The burn of the alcohol lingered in my throat as I was dragged to the center of the floor.

It’d been awhile since I had a night out drinking and it was fully consuming my blood and veins. My head began spinning, matching the fast-paced tempo of the music.

I wasn’t sure how long we’d been dancing before I felt his hands on me. I smiled as I smelled his blend of alcohol and soap. I inhaled it, taking it all it as I allowed his hands to fall on me again. I should’ve turned around and pushed him away, but something in me wanted him to stay. That something wasn’t thinking with a clear mind.

His hands were on my hips and soon glided upward just under my breasts. I shivered the closer we got. He was gorgeous and sweet, and fuck—could he dance. I felt his arousal against the small of my back. It wouldn’t have been obvious just by looking at him, but since there was nothing in between us, I could feel every part of him—every chiseled muscle and hot breath that floated around me. It was exhilarating, and I couldn’t stop myself.

“You’ve been driving me wild making me watch you dance like this…I couldn’t help myself.”

His mouth was on my neck, feathering kisses up to my ear as he whispered. His voice was deep, almost a growl as I felt him smell my skin. “God, Mac. There’s something that about you that captivates me…”

I turned my head so he could hear me as I responded, “It’s called the alcohol effect.” I giggled. “Or what is it men call it? Beer Goggles?”

I felt him relax against me, laughing. “I suppose that’s a term college guys would use. But that’s not it in this case,” he tried to reassure me. Not that I doubted him. I did go all out in looking my best tonight. I went out with the only intention of celebrating Brittainy’s upcoming nuptials.

“What is it you want from me?” I asked bluntly. I needed to know, because I was not about to lead this guy on. He seemed almost too good to be true and the last thing I wanted to do was send out the wrong message.

“Well, if I’m being honest, which I almost always are…I want you. I want your sweaty body underneath me, against me. I want your eyes to look up into mine as I lay above you, fucking you hard and fast.” My body quivered, jerking at his blunt response. “I want to feel how tight your pussy is, how wet you are for me. I want to suck on your tits as I hear you scream my name, because holy hell, imagining you do that would be so damn sexy.” I swallowed hard as I wrapped my brain around his words—words I hadn’t heard in so long. “I told you I was honest,” he whispered into my ear again.

I wasn’t sure how to respond, but the alcohol took over for me.

I spun around and locked my arms around his neck. He looked at me, took me in. His mouth was firm, tense as I analyzed his facial features and how delicious he looked. My body felt on fire, burning and aching in between my legs as I repeating his words in my mind.

Why did his words have an affect on me? I wasn’t supposed to let someone else say those things to me, touch me, and beg me. I craved it—his words, the look he was giving me—my body was craving it all and it didn’t make any sense to me.

“Stop,” he said firmly, gaining my attention back. “Stop overthinking, Mac. What’s your body telling you?”

I sucked in a breath, too embarrassed to tell him. “I don’t know.”

His lips curved up into a devilish smirk. “You’re a horrible liar, Mac.” He pulled me in closer, our chests colliding. The top of my head reached just under his chin, making our eyes disconnect.

“How do you know?” I asked. I was only vaguely aware that we were in fact not alone. The music and dancing bodies surrounded us, but it didn’t feel that way. I was on high alert of every word he said and every movement his body made.

He grabbed my chin and tilted it so we were eye-level again. He brushed the pad of his thumb over my jaw as he said, “Because I’m good at reading body language. Your body’s hot. You haven’t stopped blushing since you’ve met me, and I can smell your arousal from up here. Your nipples are hard and peaking out from this thin material you call a dress. Your eyes are tense, as is your mouth. Your body can’t stop trembling and every time you speak, small moans escape your throat. Your body is fucking begging for it, Mac.”

I swallowed again, shocked and embarrassed. He read me like a damn book, feeling everything I was trying to hide.

I needed to find out for myself.

“Kiss me,” I said. “Kiss me right now.”

Both of his hands cupped my face, nearly covering it completely with the size of them. My breath hitched as he covered my mouth with his, pressing his lips to mine. They were soft, warm like honey. I grabbed a hold of his wrists, clenching to him as his kiss sparked my entire body. I felt high, as if this feeling wasn’t natural, yet it was overtaking my entire body.

His tongue met mine, dancing in a rhythm as we stood in the middle of the dance floor. His kiss consumed me, taking charge of my entire body. He increased his pace, deepening his desire as I held on for everything he was giving me.

I felt a jolt of energy strike through me as our mouths collided, both panting with heavy breaths and heated air.

He tasted like bourbon, oaky and sweet. His cologne wasn’t overbearing, but being this close, I could smell the musky scent mixed with the alcohol and the clean smell of his soap. Our bodies were meshed into one big body of hands and mouths.

And now I couldn’t stop. One taste and I wanted it. Wanted him.

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“How long do you plan to act like this?” His question shocked me, my body jerking in response.

“Act like what?” I turned around, narrowing my brows in disapproval.

“That you despise me,” he said bluntly.

I thought about his question for a moment, realizing this was probably just as hard on him as it was on me, but he was the one acting like an arrogant jerk.

“I wouldn’t have to if you’d stop trying to cross boundaries with me when you know it’s inappropriate.”

“Inappropriate?” He laughed, pissing me off more. “Good god, it’s like you’re a Stepford Wife.”

“You know what I mean.”

“You mean…that I’m tempting you? That I’m giving you something more to desire?” He took a step toward me, caging me in with his arms around me. I stepped back as far as I could before hitting the back of the sink. “If you didn’t feel it too, there’d be no issue. But I know for a fact you do.”

I swallowed, hating that he was right, but it didn’t mean anything. It couldn’t.

“Just because your technique—“ I waved a finger between us, “—normally works for other girls, doesn’t mean it’s going to work on me.”

He furrowed his brows and asked, “And what technique would that be?”

“Getting what you want, who you want.” I pushed against his chest, needing the space. “You’re not used to girls saying ‘no’ to you. You use your name, your father’s popularity to gain respect, and truthfully, it’s a little pathetic,” I snapped, the courage I’d felt quickly left as his eyes darkened, getting more intense.

He leaned into me and shot back, “Do you see any other girls here?”

“Give it time.” I held my ground as best I could. His face that close to mine was making it almost impossible to think straight.

He laughed in my face, a deep, throaty laugh that came out as if he was amused by my antics. “If it’s on the Internet, it must be true, right?”

I had looked him up late last night when sleep wouldn’t come to me. Although I tried, wanting—needing—to forget that whole day, it just wasn’t happening. Most of the stories were from his teenage and early college years, there hadn’t been anything recent, but I used it against him anyway.

“Isn’t that the way the game works?”

“I don’t know what game you’re playing, sweetheart, but I know what you felt when you kissed me. You feel what I feel and there’s no denying that.”

His eyes looked into mine, confident and tense as I stared back. “It doesn’t matter, Alex. It’s never going to lead to anything, so you should just stop trying.”

“And what if I don’t?”

“You’re just wasting your time.”

“I’m willing to bet I’m not, but if you want to be delusional, fine with me.” He pressed his chest against me and brought his face closer to mine. “I wasn’t sorry for what we did, Mac. I’ll never be sorry for that. I’m only sorry you felt guilty about it afterward.”

“If you cared about me at all like you claim, you’d back off, Alex.”

He huffed in an amused laughter. “That’s one thing you should learn about me, Mac. I don’t back off on something I want.” He gripped my chin with his thumb. “I was trying to get you out of my mind, and I failed miserably. The only thing I want from you isyou. I don’t need to parade you around like a little trophy wife or show you off to my friends. Once you see that, you’ll change your mind.” He dropped his hand and stepped back, walking away with the last word. It didn’t matter anyway, I had nothing left to say.

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Brooke Cumberland is a USA Today Bestselling author who’s a stay-at-home mom and writes full-time. She lives in the frozen tundra of Packer Nation with her husband, 4 year old wild child, and two teenage stepsons. When she’s not writing, you can find her reading love stories, listening to music that inspires her, and laughing with her family. Brooke is addicted to Starbucks coffee, leggings, and anything sweet. She found her passion for telling stories during winter break one year in grad school–and she hasn’t stopped since.
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