We’re locked in my brother’s small half bathroom, and he’s making my dreams come true.

  “You still want this?” His voice is hot at my ear as he shoves my skirt up to my waist.

  “Yes.” I gasp, gripping his neck. God, yes…

  His belt clinks, and I wait as he rolls on the condom. Our eyes meet once more, and his burn with desire. Everything’s going to change after this. He’s going to fall in love with me. I just know it.

  Large palms go under my thighs, lifting them, and I feel the tip of his cock touching me, probing… It’s about to happen… Then all at once…

  Oh, holy shit! My eyes squeeze shut, and I bite my lower lip hard, letting out a little moan of pain.

  “Fuck, Emmy,” he groans in my ear. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  I make a little noise of assent, gripping his shoulders. His massive cock rips through my virginity, and it hurts so much more than I expected. He has no idea, of course, and I have no intention of telling him. I know for certain Stephen Hastings would not deflower me so roughly.

  Rotating my hips, I do my best to accommodate this distinct sense of fullness. My eyes are squeezed shut, and I focus on his scent, spicy sweat and fresh soap. It’s warm and good. He groans again, thrusting faster at my movements.

  “Yes…” His lips find mine, kissing me quickly, a touch of his tongue leaves me wanting more. “Like that.”

  His face is in my hair, and as he moves faster, somehow the pain begins to subside. It transforms into numbness, until gradually, gradually, the smallest flicker of warmth blooms in my lower belly.

  “Come for me.” Hot breath is at my ear, and my forehead tightens. Can I?

  Warm hands cup my ass, lifting me off the sink and turning us to the wall. The pain is gone, and my body slides up and down against his hard pelvis. His cock glides in and out, the ridge of its head working my insides. My clit is against his shaft, and something begins to happen. Prickling warmth starts to grow. It gets stronger, and I forget everything but chasing it down.

  My thighs tighten around him, and I’m pumping my body up and down, riding him, wanting that tingling heat to keep getting hotter. I’m desperate, gripping his skin and moaning as the orgasm creeps higher up my thighs.

  “Fuck, Emmy.” He groans, fucking me harder.

  “Yes…” It’s almost there. “Yes!” It’s right there… the tightness in my lower stomach.

  It bursts through me, and I moan so loud. It’s like a million fireworks shooting through my veins. My vision goes white. I’m flying, and I feel it when his orgasm breaks, pulsing deep inside me as he comes with a loud noise.

  I’m shaking. My thighs shudder and grip him, and he holds me. He holds still as we both fly through space together, soaring past galaxies, touching the stars. It’s amazing.

  Gradually, I blink open my eyes, and through the haze, I see us in the mirror, our bodies molded perfectly together. It’s just like I dreamed it would be. My arms are around his neck, our bodies flush. It only lasts a moment.

  The noise of the party outside creeps into our little cocoon. He reaches between us, lowering me to my feet as he grips the condom and quickly disposes of it. I feel like a newborn colt, my legs are so shaky.

  His back is to me, and his shoulders broaden as he takes a deep breath. Then he moves to the sink to wash his hands. “It’s been a while since I’ve done that.” He sounds apologetic.

  Shoving my skirt down, I straighten my bra, struggling to get a grip. “What? Bathroom fucked at a party?” I’m shook.

  He cuts off the water and dries his hands on the towel as I button my shirt. I’ve managed to get myself together when he steps to me, putting one hand above my head on the wall and leaning close. “Had sex, period.” Leaning down he kisses my cheek. “You were great.”

  He steps back, and just like that, he’s ready to go.

  “That’s it?” I’m confused. The devastation hasn’t hit me yet.

  “I think I’ll head on home.” He reaches out and pats my upper arm. “Good luck at school.”

  I recoil from his touch. Are you kidding me? Good luck at school?

  Loud banging startles me. A female voice shouts through the door, “Hurry up in there!”

  The banging grows louder, and I go toward it, looking over my shoulder but not meeting his eyes. “Seems I overestimated you.”

  Pushing through the door, I run into the crowd. The party surrounds me like a wave, and I let it pull me under, drowning my tears in noise and sweeping us apart.

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  Make You Mine

  by Tia Louise

  (Stand-alone brother’s best friend, military, second-chance romance.)

  A promise written on a coaster.

  A lost night in a dark room.

  Grayson Cole was my brother’s best friend.

  He was all of my firsts.

  Then he went away…

  Drew Harris was just a kid, a senior in high school, my best friend’s little sister.

  They said she was too young to know her feelings.

  I was too old to have them, so I left to join the military.

  Four years passed.

  Loss, injury, angry words I can never take back.

  I’m home, but I’m not the same.

  Neither is she.

  Now she’s a woman with flashing blue eyes, long blonde hair, and gorgeous curves.

  She’s the same sweet smile, the same sassy mouth…

  I could never say No to her before.

  I should say No for her sake.

  She deserves better than what I’ve become, scarred and damaged.

  “They told me to stay away from you.

  I went away to try… God, I tried.

  Now everything has changed. I’m back, and

  I’ll do whatever it takes to make you mine…”

  (A full-length, STAND-ALONE CONTEMPORARY romance about first love, redemption, and finding your way home. No cheating; No cliffhangers.)

  Prologue

  Gray

  I’ve heard people can change overnight.

  I never believed it until that summer.

  Gasoline, oil, dirty rags, grease, transmission fluid… the indelible scent of the garage. I don’t even notice it anymore. I don’t see the black under my fingernails that never completely washes clean. It’s my life, and I’d never questioned it until that day.

  “Hand me that socket wrench then get in the cab and spin it.” A cigarette dangles from my uncle’s lips, and the top of his overalls are tied around his waist.

  I toss him the tool and climb into the cab of the ancient Chevy we’re repairing. “Ready?”

  My hand is on the key in the ignition. He holds up a finger, bending farther under the hood before stepping away and circling it in the air. I give it a crank, and it turns over instantly, settling into a low humming noise.

  “There you go.” Mack returns the cigarette to his lips and watches a few moments as the truck continues to idle. “Kill it.”

  I turn the engine off and climb out. “I’ll write it up. Starter, alternator…”

  “Just charge for the alternator. I got that starter off an old Mustang. They don’t have to pay me for it.”

  Walking to the office, I call over my shoulder, “You’ll never make money giving shit away.”

  “I’m too old to start worrying about money.”

  I shake my head and go into the tiny room off the side of the garage. It’s all windows, so I have a clear view of the 1961 cherry red gunmetal Aston-hero Classic Jaguar rolling into the shop.

  Damn. The sight of it gives me a semi. “Holy shit.”

  The words are a sacred whisper from my lips. I know who it is. I’ve been admiring this piece of machinery since I was a little kid. I can’t believe it’s right here in Mack’s garage.

  “Grayson?” Mack’s voice snaps me out of my daze.

  I snatch up the clipboard holding the workorder for the Chevy and head out to where my uncle stands beside the sexiest of all sportscars.

  “What you need, Carl?” Mack steps back as the elegantly dressed man emerges from the low ride.

  He gives my uncle a cold nod. Asshole. “Just a tune-up. I’m planning to drive out to the lake this weekend, and I don’t want to end up on the side of the road.”

  Mack chuckles, but I stay back until I’m called.

  Carl Harris is a strange and hateful man. The old ladies say he spends his days drinking whiskey and staring at the photograph of his dead wife. I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been invited inside his house, even though he’s my best friend Danny’s dad.

  Speak of the devil.

  “Hey, grease monkey. Got any bananas for me?” Danny charges out of the passenger seat and runs around to grab me in a headlock. “Who won the Kentucky Derby?”

  I’m taller than him and stronger, but it still takes a minute for me to escape his grip.

  “Charley Horse!” he cries.

  I narrowly escape his elbow to my ribs. “Get off me, asshole.”

  Mr. Harris’s voice is loud and sharp. “Daniel!”

  My throat tightens. I didn’t think he’d hear me swear. Shit.

  “You’re such an animal, Danny.” That sweet voice gives me my second hard-on of the day.

  Andrea “Drew” Harris walks around the back of the Jaguar dressed in tight white pants that show off her cute little ass and a top that stops right under her breasts, those small, luscious handfuls that seemed to grow overnight.

  It also shows off the lines in her stomach, and I wonder what happened to the skinny little girl with stick-straight pigtails running around drinking Mountain Dew and bothering us.

  It’s like a sexy version of Invasion of the Body Snatchers. The aliens took little-kid Drew and replaced her with this grown-up bombshell, who now invades my dreams at night and leaves me with a tent in my sheets every morning.

  I stand like an idiot beside Danny with my tongue figuratively hanging out as she walks up to us smiling.

  “Shut up, Drew Poo,” Danny yells before breaking into laughter.

  Those four words flip the whole scene.

  “You are such an asshole!” Drew yells, losing her cool.

  I start to laugh. Even pissed, she’s adorable.

  “Andrea Rebecca Harris.” Her dad’s voice is another sharp command, but it doesn’t deter Drew.

  Her eyes are flaming fire. “I was three years old!”

  “Didn’t stop you from shitting on my carpet.”

  “I was potty training!”

  “Drew Poo,” he sing-songs.

  My sex-kitten teenage-dream turns wildcat. She snatches up the socket wrench and starts chasing her older brother around the plastic-covered cars.

  “Stop this NOW!” Mr. Harris’s face is beet red. He looks like he might have a heart attack. “Stop it!”

  Danny dashes behind me, and I do the only thing I can. I grab Drew around the upper arms, holding her against my body as she struggles to get free. Damn, she feels so good.

  She’s soft in all the right places, and she smells like the beach and flowers and everything good. She does not smell like gasoline and oil and dirty rags.

  I have to focus so my body doesn’t betray how much I’m into her.

  “Let me go, Grayson!”

  “You can’t swing tools around in the garage,” I groan, giving her a shake. “Now drop it.”

  She struggles a moment longer before giving up the fight. The oversized wrench hits the concrete floor with a clatter. She twists in my arms and looks up at me, and for a minute, I’m lost in her blue eyes. I remember when she was four and a snake scared her in the brush behind her house.

  She was crying, and I carried her in my arms to her mamma.

  Fast forward eight years, and I remember comforting her after that pretty lady died. My mother died when I was even younger than her. It’s what brought me to this town to live with my uncle in a garage.

  This town where people treat us like dirt.

  Holding her now, looking into her eyes, the way she’s looking back at me, I’m struck by how much between us has changed.

  “Boy!” Mr. Harris strides to where I stand with his daughter in my arms. “Let her go.”

  His tone breaks the spell. It banishes me all the way back to where I belong, outside his pristine world, hands off his princess daughter.

  My arms relax, and Drew steps away from me. She’s still looking at me that way, but I have to ignore it.

  “They were fighting…” My voice dies in the face of her father’s cold disdain.

  “How old are you?” His words drip with malice.

  “Seventeen. Going on eighteen.”

  “You’re leaving for college in the fall?”

  My uncle steps up beside me. “Grayson got accepted to state as well as the military college.” His voice is friendly, I’m sure he’s doing his best to ease the tension.

  It doesn’t work.

  Drew’s messed-up dad steps closer to me, so close his warm breath is on my cheek. “Don’t you ever touch my daughter again.”

  It’s low, a veiled threat.

  I’ve never been threatened before, but I know it when I hear it. This man has nothing to lose but his legacy, and he’s not going to let me put my oil-stained hands anywhere near it.

  “I don’t think Gray meant any harm.” My uncle puts his hand on my shoulder, ducking. It’s a submissive response, cowering in the presence of this old lion.

  An old lion with a useless crown.

  King of a forest that doesn’t exist anymore.

  “As if you’d teach him not to touch what he can’t have.” He’s talking to Mack, but he’s glaring at me.

  “Come on, Carl.” Mack’s voice is placating. “You know it wasn’t like that.”

  The man lifts a trembling hand, and a sheen of perspiration is on his forehead. I don’t know what they’re talking about, but he looks like he needs a drink. Whatever’s going on, I won’t cower to Carl Harris.

  He returns to his car, pointing for his children to get in the vehicle.

  “Didn’t you want that tune-up?” Mack calls after him.

  “I changed my mind. We’re not going anywhere.”

  He can say that again. I hold steady as he fumbles with the keys to start the engine. As if drawn by magnetism, my eyes move to the clear blue ones watching me from the back seat with a very different expression.

  Drew smiles, and heat fills my lower body. I smile back, watching as she drives away.

  “Finish up that work order.” My uncle starts for the T-bird waiting under the plastic cover. “And don’t chase after trouble.”

  I tear my eyes off the beautiful blonde in the sexy sports car. I know he’s right. I should stay away from Drew Harris. Nothing good can come of getting mixed up with her.

  It’s too bad I’m not very good at doing what I should…

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  Whether billionaires, Marines, fighters, cowboys, single dads, or CEOs, all her heroes are alphas with hearts of gold. All her heroines are the strong, sassy ladies, and ALL her endings are happily ever after.

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