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Authors: Ilsa Madden-Mills
“What are you thinking about?” she said as she gazed up at me, her lips swollen from our kissing.
I pressed my forehead to hers. “That I want to throw you down on this floor and fuck you hard and fast, but we can’t. It’s got to wait.”
She smiled as she straightened her shirt. “I’m being a tease, aren’t I?”
“And I’ll make you pay for it later,” I promised huskily.
We headed out the door and crawled in the Escalade. We’d been driving for ten minutes, and she hadn’t said a word. I sent her a concerned look. “You okay? You’re quiet over there.”
She nodded. “Just thinking about the future.”
I took her hand as I drove through the side streets of Highland Park. “Future so bright, we gotta wear shades, baby.”
“What are we doing at the tattoo parlor?” she asked later with a bemused expression as I pulled into Shayla’s Eye Candy.
I shut off the engine and turned to her. “It’s like this: I have everyone I love tattooed somewhere on me … my parents’ names, Sebastian’s.” I leaned over and pushed a lock of red hair out of her eyes. “It’s past time I added you.”
She sucked in a breath. “Tonight? You mean it?”
I nodded.
Her eyes strayed to the crotch of my jeans. “So no piercing?”
I grinned. “I love you, but I’m not getting
that
done—yet. Let’s go in and I’ll show you.”
Shayla met us at the door with a wide smile. “I was wondering if you’d chickened out.”
“Not likely. This tat is destined,” I said as Nora walked around the shop, checking out the new pics that hung on the wall. Nora had gotten her own angel wings tattoo here three years previously.
We followed Shayla back to her office. She rummaged around and pulled out a large sketchbook and opened it. With pride in her voice, she showed it to Nora. “Here’s what we’ve been working on for Leo.”
A soft gasp came out of Nora as she studied it, and she pressed her hand to her chest. “It’s beautiful,” she said. A soft smile crossed her face, and I knew she was experiencing the night I’d proposed to her out on our balcony as we’d gazed at the night sky. She traced her fingers over the sketch.
I slid in next to her and took in the drawing of the Orion Constellation, a kaleidoscope of emotions shimmering in me. Just like that group of stars, our love would endure. Shine. Burn bright.
“You like? It’s my poetry for you,” I murmured in her ear. “I wanted to give you your own universe because you’ll always be my star, Nora. Some stars aren’t meant to be in the sky, and you’re one of them. You belong to
me
.”
Her green eyes gleamed, probably at the possessiveness she heard in my voice, making goose bumps tingle down my spine at how she got me. I’m demanding and cocky and liked my control. And she loved it.
“So where is this tattoo going?” she asked.
I came up behind her, running my fingers over the shape of the wings I knew she wore under her shirt. “On my back. You’ll have your wings, and I’ll have my universe. My declaration that you’ll always be with me, even when we are no more on this earth.”
She leaned back into me, and the feel of her in my arms, the scent of her, the essence of her made the world right. She sighed. “You proved your love to me a long time ago, Leo, but this … it’s
us
.” Her head rested on my shoulder until our eyes met, our connection electric. She pulled my head down and kissed me.
A deep satisfaction filled me as her lips clung to mine. I groaned and clutched her tighter. She was absolutely and categorically
mine.
Shayla slipped out the door, but we barely noticed.
“I have a surprise too,” Nora whispered later against my mouth as she faced me. “You’ll need to save a little space on your body for at least one more person.”
I stood there, blinking, not comprehending until …
I placed unsteady hands on her belly. “You mean …?” I swallowed, not able to say the word.
She nodded, her eyes searching, lingering on my face. “Six weeks. I found out Friday, and I wanted to tell you, but you said you had a surprise for me, and well, I couldn’t resist surprising you, too.” Her thumbs brushed my cheeks. “Are you okay? You look like you might throw up.”
Fear hit me, but not for what she thought. “But we got kinda crazy in bed this morning—and then later in the shower. Shit, shit, shit.” My hands tightened on her hips. “Did I hurt you? Do you need to sit down? Do I need to take you to the doctor?”
She chuckled. “Leo Jamison Tate, being pregnant doesn’t make someone an invalid.” She bit her lip. “It’s amazing to think that I’m going to have a
baby
. Your baby.”
The room spun, and I fumbled around behind me, grabbed a chair and sat down. I scrubbed my hands through my hair. “Fuck—wait—I have to stop cussing, don’t I? I need to set-up a college fund. I need to call Sebastian. You need to tell Aunt Portia and Mila. Your dad. I need to buy us a house and a minivan. I need to—”
Nora sat in my lap, her voice a soothing balm. “Shhh, fate is on our side, my love, it always has been. Whatever comes, we can handle. Together. Good against the bad.”
I cupped her face. “God, I hope she’s a girl and as perfect as you are,” I said, my eyes caressing the softness of her face. I kissed her ring finger, the one with the same matching platinum band that I wore.
“I am most definitely
not
perfect.” She nuzzled her nose into mine in the way that had become our little trademark.
I squeezed her tight, vowing to never let her go. “As perfect as it gets, Buttercup.”
More Leo and Nora to come in Spider’s book…
The End
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THERE ARE SO many fantastic people in the indie world that made this journey possible. Please know that my gratitude in no way lessens as the list continues.
For my mom who always believed in me. Since I was small, she told me to fly, and I think I have.
For my father, the ultimate storyteller. I know he looks down from heaven and chuckles at the scenarios I’ve managed to come up with in my writing.
For my husband who has stood by me every step of the way. You and me, babe…against the world.
For my author friend Lisa N. Paul—you keep me giggling and are my touchstone in the indie world. I can’t imagine a world with us not being friends.
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Very Bad Things
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Very Twisted Things
is my love letter to you. Mwah!
If I’ve left anyone out, please forgive me. I promise to make it up in Book 4. And yes, it will be Spider’s book!
I love you all! :)
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Stay For Me: A Love Series Spinoff
Prologue
A
$10,000 reward is being offered for information leading to an arrest in the investigation. If you have any information please contact the Ocean County Prosecutor’s Office at 1-555-957-1000.
Chapter One:
Eli
I
glance over at the clock on the wall. “Erin, I’ve got to go.” I hate that my sister’s heart is breaking
again
but there isn’t much I can do about it right now and I’m late. “I have an interview that should have started forty-five minutes ago.”
“Shit, Eli.” She sniffles. “How come you didn’t tell me earlier?”
I chuckle. “Someone called me crying about her breakup and I couldn’t just tell you I’m too busy for you now, could I?” Erin has the worst luck when it comes to the guys she dates. Their egos are too big or they think with their dicks between their legs.
“Ugh,” Erin clears her throat. “Thank you for listening to me. I hope they’re still waiting for you when you get there.”
“They will be if they want the job that bad.”
She chuckles although she’s still sad. “Be nice. Thanks for listening. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
I pull into the parking lot of Fierce, the club I own with my ready-to-go-pro baseball player friend Cooper Cahill, and spot his on again-off again girlfriend’s car in the parking lot. I wonder why she’s here.
Last I knew they were off again. Pulling into the empty space next to her, I climb out of my car and set the alarm. I tap on Jaylinn’s window.
