FIND ME is the HIGHLY ANTICIPATED
sequel to FREE ME and the Conclusion of Gwen and JC's Story
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Blurb
Gwen Anders came to The Sky Launch
to begin fresh, away from the horrors of her past. She fit in quickly, becoming
good friends with her co-manager, Alayna Withers and the owner of the club,
Hudson Pierce. Though the circumstances that brought her here were not the
best, she's never felt more at home.
But starting a new life means
letting go. And there are some things she doesn't want to leave behind - like
JC, the man who taught her how to let loose. The man she wasn't supposed to
fall in love with. The man she doesn't want to lose.
I grabbed my cell and checked the
time. It was six-twenty-nine. I threw it in my purse and turned back to the
mirror to give myself a pep talk. “We will not have sex. We will not have sex.
We will not have sex.”
Jesus, I was so horny already, and
I hadn’t even seen him yet. I’d thought about taking care of myself before JC
got there but wasn’t sure if that would make things better or worse. By the
time I’d decided it would make it better, Ben was there, and now JC was ringing
my buzzer.
“You look incredible,” he said
when I opened the door.
I blushed as I gave him a
onceover. He was dressed in khakis with a fitted shirt and a lightweight
jacket. Lots of buttons, I thought. Which was a good thing, considering how damn
good he looked. Had he always been that buff? “You do, too.” My thighs felt
hot. Good thing I’d changed out of my pants.
I really should have pulled out my
vibrator earlier.
“You brought flowers?” I’d been so
taken by him I hadn’t noticed the small bouquet in his hands. Three red roses
dressed with some smaller white bell-shaped flowers I couldn’t identify were
wrapped in a red ribbon. I hadn’t expected it. “I didn’t know you were the kind
of guy who brought girls roses.”
He shrugged with one shoulder.
“I’m trying to impress you. I have a feeling this date is a test of some kind,
and I want to make sure I pass.”
“Not a test,” I said dismissively.
Though, wasn’t that what this was? A test to see if we got along as well
outside the bedroom as we did inside? “But thank you. You do impress.”
I shifted my weight to one hip and
flitted my glance between JC, still standing on the other side of the
threshold, and the flowers in my hand. “I should put these in water.” But I
wasn’t sure I was ready to invite him in. Because in meant we’d be closer to my
bed. And my couch. And my kitchen counter. All of which were locations that
could be tempting.
Really, I just shouldn’t be
anywhere alone with him.
Either JC felt the same way I did
or he could read my mind. “You can do that later. The plastic containers on the
stems should last until we get back. And we should get going.”
“Perfect.” I set them on the
console table behind me, relieved and nervous all at once. I took a deep
breath, grabbed my purse, and turned back to him. “Let’s go!”
In the hallway, he offered me his
hand. I took it, then, there it was—the shock of his touch as his fingers
weaved with mine. I let out an involuntary sigh, and with it bricks of tension
fell from my body. Release. It shuddered through me as electricity sparked up
my limb from where we were connected and spread throughout my body, and I
wondered if this was what it felt like to melt. What it felt like to be frozen
for so long and then, finally, to have the sun brush against cold ice,
transforming it into something more fluid, something entirely different.
I glanced down to where we were
joined, so overcome by how right it felt to be touching him in this simple way.
When I looked back at him, I found his eyes pinned on me. His expression said
he’d felt it too.
“You messed up, you know,” he
said, as we started toward the elevator. “You were supposed to wear something
that I didn’t want to rip off of you.”
My cheeks heated—actually, I
wasn’t sure they’d ever cooled from the first blush he’d caused. “You said it
would be impossible for me to wear anything that wouldn’t elicit that response.
The only other choice was to go naked.”
“That would have been an excellent
choice.”
“But not very practical.”
“I’ve never been a fan of
practical.” He pushed the call button and the elevator doors opened
immediately, the car likely still there from when he’d arrived.
We stepped inside, our hands still
molded together. The doors closed, and I so badly wanted to turn and kiss him.
Instead I delivered the short
speech I’d practiced since I’d woken up that afternoon. “I think I should tell
you, I don’t have sex on first dates.”
“Wow. That’s...surprising.
Considering we had sex before we’d ever even been on a date.” He squeezed my
hand. “But, after you left me with blue balls this morning, I already figured
out you’d turned into a prude.”
I laughed. “I’m not a prude. I’m
cautious. And that’s nothing new. That’s always been me.”
“Yes, it has.” The short phrase
was full of subtext, and I knew he was remembering how uptight I’d been when
we’d first met. Icy. Frigid bitch.
“I’m better than I was,” I assured
him.
He nodded. “I know. Otherwise you
wouldn’t have given me even this much of you. And if you want to wait, then I
can too.”
What I wanted was to push him
against the wall and devour him.
But that was an in-the-moment
want, and long-term, I wanted a relationship that was real and lasting. “Thank
you. It means a lot.”
He leaned in close and, though we
were alone, whispered in my ear. “I’m not going to say that I’m not dying to
have you under me, Gwen. Because I am. But I’m dying to just be with you more.”
Despite the descent of the
elevator, his words sent me floating. “You’re really good at that impressing
thing.”
He gave me my favorite grin. “Who knew?”
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About the Author:
Laurelin Paige is
the NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author of the
Fixed Trilogy. She's a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there's
kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn't
seem to complain, however. When she isn't reading or writing sexy stories,
she's probably singing, watching Game of Thrones and the Walking Dead, or
dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She's also a proud member of Mensa
International though she doesn't do anything with the organization except use
it as material for her bio.
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