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The guy is trouble. Smoking hot, mysterious, and the last thing I need right now. When I found him on that dusty country road with a broken down motorcycle I should’ve kept driving but instead I stopped. I had to find out who this hot mysterious stranger is and why he showed up in town.
People told me to stay away from him but those dark brooding eyes and that rock hard body have me making every bad decision in the book. Showing up at his house. Inviting him out. Letting him kiss me. All things I shouldn’t have done, but did, and now it’s too late.
I’m falling for him. Falling hard and fast for the guy everyone keeps telling me not to trust. But I trust how I feel and my heart tells me Kyle isn’t as bad as everyone thinks. Then again, I’ve been wrong before. Trusting a man is how I ended up broke and having to drop out of college. Even so, I’m not ready to give up on Kyle. My heart won’t let me.
Up until that night, everything was perfect. I’d just finished my junior year, been named one of the best college football players in the country, and had a smokin’ hot girl on my lap in the back of my buddy’s SUV on our way to a party at the cabin.
Now I’m living in my own personal hell, reliving that night, my busted-up leg a constant reminder of what I’m trying to forget. Everyone in this damn town is holding their breath to see if I’ll play again, as if that even matters anymore. My future in the pros? The money? The media attention? I don’t give a shit about any of it anymore.
All I want is to be left alone so I’m pissed when my mom goes and hires some damn cleaning lady for the house I’ve been renting. I’m expecting some old lady and that’s who I get until one day she doesn’t show up. Instead I get a girl with a beautiful face, soulful eyes, and a body I can’t stop looking at.
Her name is Becca and she’s hot as hell but the girl asks a lot of damn questions. Questions I don’t want to answer. But when she’s gone, I miss her like you wouldn’t believe. Sometimes I’ll make the house extra messy just so she’ll stay longer. It’s pathetic, I know, but this is what I’ve become.
I’m Ethan Baxter. And I’m barely holding on.
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