~ Synopsis ~
Merrick Drake.
Bartender, dirt bike racer, and far from settling down…until that one race, and that one girl that changed everything.
Amelia Driscoll.
Amelia took Merrick by surprise, bringing out emotions that he never knew existed. Amelia stole his heart…
Only to break it.
When fate puts Merrick and Amelia back together, it doesn’t come without a price- it comes with vengeance, determination, and putting his life on the line for the one he loves.
But, how much is Merrick willing to put on the line to have a future with no reason to hide? In the end, fate will decide...
Who's permanent.
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~ Review ~
4.5 Star Review
This book is really good. I loved that this book wasn't your typical bad boy man whore book.
Amelia has always loved dirt bike riding and art. She wasn't allowed the time to herself to focus on these things unless her boyfriend was out of town. She was always under watch. So when she did get the chance to ride and she met Merrick she was instantly attracted to him and wanted him. She didn't want to bring him into her life so she decided one weekend was all they could have. Will she ever be free and able to be with who she wants?
Merrick was always happy racing dirt bikes and owning/running his bar. He thought Amelia was a spoiled rich girl when he saw Amelia's trailer pull up outside of his at the track. He was annoyed that she was racing when she probably just got in because of who her father is. But once he saw her he couldn't stop thinking about her. He wanted to know everything about her. He was actually shocked at how great of a rider she was. After that finish who knew there was no way he was going to let her say no to going out that night. So after their weekend he was surprised to find that she just up and left with no way for him to contact her.
Amelia has always loved dirt bike riding and art. She wasn't allowed the time to herself to focus on these things unless her boyfriend was out of town. She was always under watch. So when she did get the chance to ride and she met Merrick she was instantly attracted to him and wanted him. She didn't want to bring him into her life so she decided one weekend was all they could have. Will she ever be free and able to be with who she wants?
Merrick was always happy racing dirt bikes and owning/running his bar. He thought Amelia was a spoiled rich girl when he saw Amelia's trailer pull up outside of his at the track. He was annoyed that she was racing when she probably just got in because of who her father is. But once he saw her he couldn't stop thinking about her. He wanted to know everything about her. He was actually shocked at how great of a rider she was. After that finish who knew there was no way he was going to let her say no to going out that night. So after their weekend he was surprised to find that she just up and left with no way for him to contact her.
Will he be able to find her? Or will she come back to him?
This book was a little to unrealistic for me, but it is definitely worth reading. I wanted to give it a 5 star, but I needed a little more.
This book was a little to unrealistic for me, but it is definitely worth reading. I wanted to give it a 5 star, but I needed a little more.
~ Chapter 1 ~
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One week since Amelia ~
It
was just past two o’clock in the afternoon. The sun was shining,
the streets buzzing below…everything was just as it usually was
except for one thing—it was another day on the imaginary calendar
that I had in my head that counted the days I hadn’t heard from
Amelia.
We
completely hit it off the night of the race. We spent that entire
night together, woke up the next morning wrapped around each other,
then spent that whole next day together with breakfast at the local
coffee shop, lunch at my favorite burger joint, and dinner ordered in
and eaten naked on the couch. I was dumbfounded. Everything was
fucking perfect, and now she’s just—poof!—gone.
The
fucked up kid from Jersey wasn’t supposed to find a girl like her.
I thought she was too good to be true, and now I see that I was
right, because it’s been a week—seven long days since I woke up
to an empty bed and no fucking clue what went wrong. No calls, no
answers, just her voicemail, unanswered texts, and now a telephone
line that’s no longer in service. Somehow the perfect girl wasn’t
so perfect…at least not for me.
I
couldn’t stand the douche that I’d become since she bounced in
and out of my life. I was never the guy that moped in my apartment. I
was never the guy that let my heart get in front of my dick. I wasn’t
a player, an ass, or even a man-whore, I just didn’t do
relationships. I’d always done my own thing, really. I hooked up
with girls here and there, when the situation and girl were right,
and always treated them with respect, not just like a piece of ass.
But I never got attached. Never. Not because I didn’t want to or
had commitment issues, I’d just never had that connection. I never
had that mad desire (or any desire, really) to get to know them
better.
Until Amelia.
Amelia
was different. She caught my eye immediately. I didn’t meet her in
my bar. She wasn’t begging for attention. She was chill, hot, and
easy to talk to. The night of the race was one of the best nights of
my life. Even with all the alcohol we consumed in those hours, I
could remember it vividly—clear as fucking day…
“I
can’t believe you own this bar!” Amelia’s eyes had spread open
with shock when she stepped out of the taxi next to the curb.
“You’ve
been by here before?”
“Well, yeah. I’m just a few blocks
up,” she had said, speaking the obvious, her smile radiant against
her flawless skin.
I
couldn’t stop fucking staring. It was like she was an accident I
couldn’t look away from; my eyes kept returning to her. I tried not
to make it obvious, but she caught me a few times between the train
and taxi ride back into the city. She smiled every time. Either she
was just a nice ass girl or she could feel it…the connection. It
was fucking ridiculous—I didn’t know what it was—some kind of
draw, almost like an addiction. Being with her was intoxicating.
I
placed my hand on my heart, acting hurt. “And you never stopped
in?”
Her cheeks flushed an adorable pink as a smile peeked out
of the side of her mouth. She glanced down to the ground, almost
seeming embarrassed before she looked back up to answer. “Yeah, I
don’t get out much. I guess you could call me a homebody.”
Though
the smile remained on her face as she said it, there was distance in
her eyes. They spoke. They spoke of heartache, of a past she wasn’t
proud of. I wanted to ask what it was—what shit for life hand she
had been dealt. Because through our non-stop conversations, I knew
that I had totally misjudged her—she wasn’t the spoiled, rich
bitch that I thought she was. Well, she still could be…possibly…but
not the whole bitch part—she was far from that. She definitely was
shaping out to be the total package actually: hot as hell and super
easy to talk to. There wasn’t a second throughout the ride back
that we weren’t talking, laughing and stealing quick glances from
each other, but on top of everything, she was into dirt biking—what
chick could you say was all of that? You couldn’t! Amelia was
fucking perfect, one of kind, and if I knew girls the little bit that
I did, I’d say that she wasn’t too opposed to me either. She did
the whole blushing, bashful, sweet ass grin thing that girls did when
they were interested, but on a whole different level. It wasn’t
annoying or over the top—it was cute and I think actually shy, and
hot as hell at the same time.
Still,
I knew there was much more than what she showed on the outside. Only
people like us could see more, could see the shitty part. She carried
something dark and I wanted to know; I wanted to know it all, just
like I wanted to know her inside and out. I was about to ask, so
fucking intrigued, but I bit my tongue—too soon. I didn’t want to
seem annoying, needy, or overindulgent, because I was far from that.
I just…I don’t know…cared, I guess.
It
dawned on me how much Amelia and I were panning out to be alike. She
had a past just as I did, and one she wasn’t interested in
discussing. She had a passion for riding just like me. She was
someone that I’d not only like to see sprawled out naked below me,
but someone that I felt a connection with, someone I had things in
common with that I didn’t need confirmation about to understand.
And those eyes… they spoke the same depths of pain that I’m sure
mine had so many times.
“Well,
with a fucking body like that, I don’t blame ya,” I joked, not
believing the dumbass line that just came from my mouth. Fucking
tool! I shook my head,
looking down, embarrassed. Who
fucking says that? Her being hot means she can’t go out in public?
Good fucking God.
She
didn’t say anything, but I was sure she was about to. I could see
her cracking her knuckles, fidgeting as I tried to get my stupid shit
together.
“Don’t
respond to that,” I added once I finally had the balls to look up,
taking her hand and turning to the entrance of the bar to get inside
before making a bigger ass of myself.
I
unlocked the deadbolts then held open the door for her to walk in
first. Micah and the guys were already there—they had a key to the
back entrance that they used at their leisure. They all started
shouting and acting obnoxious when they saw us walk in. I shook my
head and smiled.
“If it ain’t number one and number two,”
my buddy Grant greeted us immediately.
I nodded my head with a
grin. “Grant, Amelia. Amelia, Grant,” I introduced, motioning my
hand back and forth between them.
Grant
wiggled his eyebrows, impressed, making me punch his arm. He
immediately gave me a dirty look. “What the shit, Drake?”
He
looked totally confused and I guess I could understand why. He knew
there wasn’t shit going on with Amelia and I. She was available…to
the naked eye. But I don’t know…maybe not from my point of view.
Dammit, what the hell
was going on?
“She’s
not a fucking piece of meat, bro,” I told him, trying to play it
off neutral, respecting her as female and not as anything more.
But
did I want more? Dammit…maybe.
“Sorry,
they can be a little much,” I whispered into Amelia’s ear after
Grant gave me a suspicious glance then walked away.
She
shrugged her shoulders, a smile reaching both sides of her face,
seeming amused. “They’re fun!”
I blew out air, relieved.
She didn’t see my cock block, claiming her from Grant. Shit, I
might as well piss on her leg, too while I’m at it for the guys
here to acknowledge.
It
didn’t get much better once we got a few more feet in. We were
getting high fives and pats on the back, and alcohol was handed to us
from all angles, which was cool, but the looks—holy shit were my
friends fucking pigs. Not that I could blame them, Amelia was fucking
hot as hell, but Jesus fucking Christ did my blood boil each and
every time one of the dumbasses said some wise-ass, perverted remark
to her. She laughed it off, probably used to it, but not me. I, for
some reason, inched closer to her each and every time. Apparently I
was still pissing on her leg. I was being a fucking idiot, leaving my
balls back somewhere at the damn track.
“Aw,
thanks, man,” Micah said as he reached for the pint of beer in my
hand.
I
took it back, giving him a “yeah, right” smirk before handing it
to Amelia. “Get your own fucking beer! This one’s for my girl.”
Amelia
raised her eyebrow, intrigued with my statement. Micah mirrored her
movement.
“You’ll
see, sweetheart,” I told her with a mischievous grin. “You’ll
be my girl in no time.” I looked at my watch and winked. “Probably
by the end of the night.”
“Quite
confident, aren’t we?” she practically purred.
God,
her voice was sexy. How in fuck’s sake I thought she had an
annoying voice, I don’t know, because it was damn near impossible
to resist her once her beautiful lips moved. She was intoxicating as
fuck!
“I’m just…um…gonna go over here,” Micah said as
he backed up, bumping into Maddy as he did.
I
laughed at his awkward voice. Apparently he was seeing what I was
feeling with Amelia. It was that fucking obvious.
As
soon as Amelia and I were somewhat alone again—as much as we could
be when the bar’s packed—I leaned in and whispered in her ear,
“I’m quite confident, by the way.”
She
snickered with an adorable grin, but her flushed cheeks were
unmistakable. She was affected by my words, just as I was with hers.
I didn’t need any verbal confirmation—she wanted me just as much
as I wanted her. It was crazy as fuck how quickly the spark between
us was growing, but it was there, clear as fucking day. Only a
dumbfuck would deny it, and as much of a stupidshit I was, there was
no way in hell that I would be walking away from this one. I was
hooked.
By
two in the morning, Amelia and I were quickly moving from flirtatious
comments to wandering, needy hands. We were by no means acting like
two hormonal teenagers eager to get to the next base, but our bodies
were definitely finding ways to touch and our lips were getting
dangerously close to connecting. The space between us was minimal and
the hardness in my pants wasn’t going away anytime soon. If
anything, my fucking cock felt like it was going to explode if it
didn’t get some relief.
Needing
to adjust myself, I walked over to the bar to get us another drink. I
poured two perfect drafts and turned around to see her sexy ass black
thong showing above her jeans. It wasn’t hanging out purposely,
like some slutty ass bitches in the bar have shown, it was peaking
out just enough; just enough to get a vivid picture in my head, the
elastic only skimming the top of her jeans, showing the “T” it
formed. Immediately, I was envisioning what the rest looked like—was
there a pattern on the front? How far did it cut down? Was it barely
covering her sweet little…
Dammit
Merrick! I shook my head. I was about to have a wet dream just by
staring at her, picturing the damn panties alone! This girl….shit,
did she do some crazy shit with my head.
I took a deep breath
before walking over. I had to. My sanity was teetering. “Your thong
is showing,” I whispered into her ear before handing her the beer.
Her
body visibly sank into the stool as her tongue wet her lips. Another
deep breath was needed. My fucking cock was beginning to ache—that
tongue…that mouth…fucking shit, she was hot!
Amelia’s
eyes glanced up, peaking through her thick batting eyelashes, making
me melt even more. “So?” she answered.
Oh
man, I was borderline caving, ready to throw her over my shoulder and
carry her upstairs, but there was something holding me back. I
couldn’t understand why, because I wanted her so fucking bad it
hurt and I was sick of diverting my horny ass head. There’s only so
many times you can think about baseball—talk about fucking blue
balls—but as much as I wanted to have Micah lock up and carry her
away like a caveman, I wanted to wait just as much. I didn’t know
why, but treating her like I just wanted to fuck her right this
second didn’t seem right. Amelia wasn’t just any girl. I wanted
to take my time with her, savor each second. And I really was
enjoying just hanging around and talking and drinking. That can’t
be said for other females.
Conversation
aside, controlling myself wasn’t easy, and when she looked up at me
like that—Jesus. That girl knew exactly what she was doing with the
lost-little-girl eyelash thing. My hand was already working with a
mind of its own, sliding down her back, slipping under the top of
that black thong, pushing it down and away from anyone else’s eyes.
Christ, her skin was warm; it felt like silk beneath my fingers, and
I didn’t want anyone getting a look but me, because that bit of
fabric, the sight mixed with the feeling… Damn. Amelia may not be
technically mine, but she definitely was tonight.
Her
body immediately went straight, stiffening. I smiled. Hell fucking
yeah, I smiled. She liked my hands on her body so much that she was
fighting it, trying to control the sensation moving within.
Our
eyes were glued together, glossed over with a mutual understanding—we
wanted each other…badly. My mind was racing. I wanted to say
something, but didn’t know what. I wanted to just invite her
upstairs but I didn’t know how without sounding like a douche. I
was sweating, almost nervous, like a virgin waiting for someone to
make the next move.
Amelia’s
eyes drifted to my mouth then carried back to my eyes before she
stood from her stool. “I have to use the bathroom,” she said, her
low, warm breath radiating off my skin.
She
was so close that it would have been easy to just lean in and kiss
her, and I wanted to—damn, I wanted to so bad—but I didn’t. I
smiled an amused, captivated, douchebag grin, before responding, “K.”
She
stared a moment longer, our faces only inches apart, her teeth
clamped on her lower lip. My chest was visibly rising and falling and
my heart was beating out of chest. And then I did it. I leaned in and
placed my lips on hers. They were as soft, as pure, and just as silky
as her skin. She kissed me back, helping my free hand find the back
of her head to hold her in place in front of me.
We
stayed like that for minutes. No tongue, just lips, but the most
amazing kiss I had ever had in all of my life—I felt it in every
inch of my body—it was real, tantalizing, and a moment I would
never forget.
I
ran my hands over my face. I had to stop thinking about Amelia and
that night. It was done. Over. The past. It was just another night
with just another girl.
Amelia
was just another girl.
~ Author Bio ~
Living in Upstate, New York, Ashley Wilcox
is happily married to her husband of over six years, and a mommy to
two little boys, and one little girl who is expected to be here in
March 2013. Through her addiction of reading, Ashley has discovered
her passion for writing. She loves reading and writing anything
romance. Some books that Ashley is most commonly known for are The
Forever Series, Summer Rush, and her latest, Permanent Lines.
To
find out more about Ashley and what she is currently working on,
please visit her website at ashleywilcoxauthor.com.
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