Newest Release
Lawton (Lawton Rastor, Book 1)
Sometimes, There's More to the Story… To every girl with a pulse, he's Lawton Rastor – billionaire bad boy, former underground fighter, and heartbreaker extraordinaire. But in his own private torment, he's the guy who lost his only chance at her – the one exceptional girl he can't quite forget.
He's a bad boy billionaire with a terrible reputation. She's a plucky nice girl who wants to play it safe. How can Lawton, who built his empire on raw badness alone, win the heart and mind of the sweetest thing he'd ever known?
In Unbelonging, we heard the tale from Chloe Malinski, the girl-next-door who captured his heart. Now, at last, Lawton tells his side of the story.
Fans of Unbelonging will love this humorous and heart-wrenching retelling, which includes a few surprises along the way. New readers are in for a special treat, because this is a bad-boy, good-girl story that will capture your imagination like no other.
(Note: This book covers the timeframe of Unbelonging. Its followup book, Rastor (Lawton Rastor, Book 2), covers the timeframe of Rebelonging, and is scheduled for release in April 2016.)
Chapter 1 - Sneak Preview
It was her. My breath caught. She looked exactly like I remembered.
Wholesome. That was the word. Or at least, that was the word normal people might use for a twenty-something girl with sun-kissed hair and wide, innocent eyes. For a girl wearing classic clothes and only the hint of makeup. For a girl who looked way too nice for the likes of me.
Standing outside my new place, I watched, too messed up for words, as the girl of my dreams walked past, oblivious to the fact that she'd just rocked me to the bone.
I waited for her to speak. To say something. Anything. For years, her voice had haunted my thoughts. And that face, it was the thing that kept me awake too many nights, except for the nights she rocked me to sleep, in my thoughts, if not in my bed.
The messed up thing was, I didn't even know her name.
But in my book, she had saved my life.
Leaning against the massive iron gate to my new estate, I had to laugh, watching her walk by without even a glance. The laugh was low – too low to hear, but loud enough to make me want to kick my own ass.
This was no time to be stupid. I looked down at my feet, bare, and stifled a curse. If I'd been smart, I'd have worn shoes, or hey, how about a shirt, when I walked outside to reprogram the gate.
In this neighborhood, I knew exactly how I looked. I stuck out like a wolf in a field of sheep. I had too many tattoos, and not enough class. My cars were loud, and so were my friends. I had more money than Midas, but no college degree.
And now, I had a three-acre estate in Rochester Hills, just a half-hour away from the hellhole I'd grown up in.
I watched as the girl – the one with the playful smile and hypnotic eyes – kept on walking without a backward glance. In front of her, a small brown terrier bounded forward, like he'd drag her to China if she gave him half the chance.
I heard her laugh, and the sound carried across the cool fall air. I sucked in a breath and tried like hell not to chase her down. I had no shirt, no shoes, and no intention of screwing this up.
I'd had my share of girls – more than my share, I guess – but I'd never had a girl like her, warm and smart, and funny as hell. I felt myself frown. And rich. From birth, obviously.
Standing by the gate, I took a good look around. In this neighborhood, that was all you got – surgeons and CEOs, kids who went to private schools, and old-money assholes who thought they were better than guys like me.
Were they? Maybe. Maybe not.
But that girl? She was better than me. And the way it looked, she damn well knew it.
But somehow, I was gonna make her forget.
(End of Sneak Peek)
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