A New Adult romance stand-alone novel.
I don’t want to be here.
When you lose the one person that was your whole life, you’ll understand. For me, it was my best friend, Alice. We spent every second of every day together. We planned a life. I was actually living. I was happy.
Now, it’s just gone.
And I’m still here. Lonely. A tatted up body with an empty soul.
Getting inside of my head won’t be pretty. I’m warning you now that you won’t like me. I hate people besides my family. I hate everything around me. I just want to be alone. And I HATE how Logan Mercer doesn’t understand that. He’s everywhere; getting inside of my head, kissing me when he shouldn’t be, messing everything up, and trying to get me to open up. He’s making me crazier than I already am. Why do I need to talk about my life? Why does he even care?
Why doesn’t anyone understand that I don’t want to get attached to people? I don’t want to get fixed.
I want to be alone.
I want to be free.
I want to fly.
My name is Rebeckah Lennox and this is my story…of how I fell.
WARNING: Due to heavy subject matter, strong language, possible triggering descriptions of self-harm and some sexual situations this book is not recommended for anyone under the age of 17.
He held out his hand again and I took it.
Logan sat down on the stool and pulled the handle.
The reels started rotating. And I started biting my nails. God, what is happening to me? I don’t bite my nails.
Jackpot. Jackpot. Cherry.
“Told you.” I said, my old mood making a comeback when I realized that bear is not coming home with me.
“Two jackpots,” Bozo said. “You get another go. Remember, man, this is the last one.” He glanced at me and smirked. “I think you’re going home empty-handed.”
“I’d say you’re reading your own future, buddy,” Logan said. “The girls are loving the bozo wig.” He deadpanned. I couldn’t help but laugh and so did the crowd a couple feet behind us.
Bozo rolled his eyes and waved us the all clear.
“I need more luck.” Logan said, his eyes glowed bluer than I’ve ever seen them. What could I possibly do for more luck?
“What? Should I blow you right now?” I joked.
His jaw twitched as his eyes fell to my mouth. God, I’m tempted to do it now. I don’t care that there are people watching. I should have kept my mouth shut.
Logan leaned into me, his lips touching mine.
“You have to believe it,” he whispered. I can’t think about anything besides his lips on mine. Fuck. He’s really distracting.
He can win the bear. I though. Please win the bear.
He pressed his lips into mine as his free hand pulled the handle again. When he let it go, he slipped his hand out of mine and placed both on my hips, deepening the kiss.
Win the fucking bear!
Win the fucking bear!
I’m so lost right now. Logan is breaking down my walls by crashing through. He’s making me want something. He’s making me want him. And I don’t know how I should feel about it.
“Feeling lucky?” Logan asked finding my eyes. I just nodded. My words are trapped in my throat waiting for his tongue to take them.
We turned and stared at the reels rotating.
Jackpot. Jackpot…
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Briana Pacheco hates referring to herself in third person so let’s start off with I’m the author of the Enough Trilogy, Don’t Let Me Fall, and many more books to come in the future. I’m from Boston and a wannabe explorer so one day I’ll travel the world. So far, that’s only happening when I write but I’m not giving up just yet. I love coffee, music and books, and I have an obsession with tattoos and accents. Sadly, I have neither so I make my characters have them instead. I’m an avid reader and if I’m not writing, you’ll find me with a book (or Kindle) in my hands. I love hearing from readers about anything so please don’t be shy and stalk me.
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My favourite memory of my best friend growing up is going on a camping trip together. We had lots of fun, met some hot guys, went on some adventures, and just did stupid kid stuff.
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My best friend and I once entered a wet tshirt contest at a bar. It was a spur of the moment and my best friend won! LOL. Free booze. Like we needed anymore…
Singing with her in the middle of town while the local homeless guy played “With a Little Help from My Friends” by the Beattles on his guitar….
All of the times that my best friend and I would hang out. We’d go out to the bar and no matter how many stupid things we’d do or say to and about each other we’d always end up closer than ever…we’ve been through so much together..and i miss those days..there’s so many good times..to many to really name..
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My childhood best friend Lori and I got into so much trouble, many times! I don’t want to say what we did! I don’t want to get her into trouble after all these years with her mother!
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my favorite memory with my best friend growing up is when we would always being outside (we lived across from one another) with our friends and just having good clean fun.
My favorite memory of my best friend growing up is our long talks, laughs and easy comraderie, plus we rode around on our Honda 70s picking up guys (tourist mecca). FUN!! This sounds amazing, thank you for the chance
my favorite memory was when we would stand outside and the end of our driveways to talk…. but we would talk from across the street from eachother… for hours on end.
Playing with our Barbies 😉 Wherever posiible – my house, hers or (in summertime) outside 🙂
Learning to ride our bikes.
My favourite memory would be climbing up the tree in my neighbours garden with my best friends to play in the tree house, thank you for the giveaway 🙂
Growing up, my best friend was my younger sister. And one of my fondest memories was playing house. 🙂 Thanks for the giveaway.
Interesting book! Thanks for the giveaway