Merry Christmas!

MERRY CHRISTMAS ALL!!


I hope you are all enjoying the time with your family and having a wonderful holiday!


There are so many exciting things coming in 2014 and I can't wait to share them all with you!  For now, however, I will leave you with this tiny gift. A small teaser for the second book in the Jayne series!


ENJOY! Happy Holidays!


Merry★* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ •
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“You mind locking up the diner tonight, honey?”

I peeled my eyes off the television and smiled over at Jackson.  I watched carefully as he hiked his jeans over his thighs and admired the view of his ass in his boxers.

“No problem. Should I go over now?”

Shaking his head, he pulled his shirt over his head, and then leaned over to kiss me on the top of the head.  “Nah. They’ll be fine for now. Dinner is almost over, and it’ll take them about an hour to clean up. Head over around eleven.”

I nodded and watched as he pulled a single key off his key ring and tossed it on the tiny tabletop near the window.

“I’ll see you around midnight.”

I gave him a wiggle of my fingers and eye-balled the silver key. Trust. He trusted me, someone that was pretty much a perfect stranger, with everything he had. It gutted me. He deserved better than some emotionally battered old hooker. He deserved someone that could love him and give him what he really needed—commitment. I couldn’t. Wouldn’t.

But trust. It was something so foreign and indistinguishable to me. I was pretty sure no one had ever trusted me, and with good reason. I was a chiseler and a shyster. I was the worst kind of woman, and I’d swept into the poor guy’s life like a serpent at a feast.

I was disgusted.

But that trust… I trusted him, too. Completely. I knew down deep in my soul that Jackson would never betray me. He’d never lie, and he’d never deliberately hurt me. He was different. I’d never had cause to trust someone so totally without caution. Even Flynn. Even as I told him I loved him, I had that nagging feeling in the back of my heart that I should run, flee, get the fuck out.

And boy was I right on the ball.

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