When Drake started the night at his father’s campaign fundraiser, he never imagined he’d end it being conned into buying drugs on the West Side. Losing high-stakes poker has its consequences, but he’d repeatedly face them just to hear Lacey Douglas sing. Drake sees Lacey light up the stage, and he has to have her. But his intentions for being on her side of town turn out to be the reason he can’t.
Chicago native Lacey has dreams of the opera, but life has its obstacles. Lacey has come to know her hardships as part of living in the real world and accepts them fully. When Lacey meets the intense and invigorating Drake, a fire is lit inside her, unleashing those dreams again.
Two paths that should have never crossed prove to create the exact pairing the other needs. But when their worlds take time to catch up, everything they have is tested. Finding the space between the two sides that challenge them will be hard, but it’s the only place that will keep them together.Links: Goodreads Amazon Print
Excerpt:
“I like that lip ring of yours.”
“You do, huh?” God, he was so direct. Holy heck, I had to watch myself around this guy.
“Mmmhmm, especially when you bite it. It’s like you’re nervous or something. Do I make you nervous?”
He ran his fingers from my hand and up my arm. He stopped at my elbow, brushing it gently.
My breath caught in my throat. “No, I’m not nervous.” Clearly a lie, but I thought the word came out casually. I shrugged. “It’s just a tick. A habit. You’d bite it too if you had one.”
He laughed his deep laugh again. “Oh, really?”
“Yeah. They’re fun to play with.” I bit down on it. “To suck.” I sucked on it.
His brows shot up, and the brushing of his fingers froze on my elbow. I guess he was the one who was nervous now.
“You should get one. If anything to give yourself something to do when you’re bored. Excellent entertainment.” I sucked down on it a little harder.
He breathed in deep. “You’re making me want to go out and get one right now.”
“I like that lip ring of yours.”
“You do, huh?” God, he was so direct. Holy heck, I had to watch myself around this guy.
“Mmmhmm, especially when you bite it. It’s like you’re nervous or something. Do I make you nervous?”
He ran his fingers from my hand and up my arm. He stopped at my elbow, brushing it gently.
My breath caught in my throat. “No, I’m not nervous.” Clearly a lie, but I thought the word came out casually. I shrugged. “It’s just a tick. A habit. You’d bite it too if you had one.”
He laughed his deep laugh again. “Oh, really?”
“Yeah. They’re fun to play with.” I bit down on it. “To suck.” I sucked on it.
His brows shot up, and the brushing of his fingers froze on my elbow. I guess he was the one who was nervous now.
“You should get one. If anything to give yourself something to do when you’re bored. Excellent entertainment.” I sucked down on it a little harder.
He breathed in deep. “You’re making me want to go out and get one right now.”
Victoria H. Smith has a Bachelor’s Degree in Political Science. She puts it to good use writing romance all day. She resides in the Midwest with her Macbook on her lap and a cornfield to her right. She often draws inspiration for her stories from her own life experiences, and the twenty-something characters she writes give her an earful about it.
In her free time, she enjoys extreme couponing, blogging, reading, and sending off a few tweets on Twitter when she can. She writes new adult fiction romance in the sub-genres of science fiction, urban fantasy, and contemporary, but really, anywhere her pen takes her she goes.Links: Blog Facebook Twitter Goodreads
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