This Crazy Little Thing (A New Adult Billionaire Romance) (22 page)

It stopped and he asked, “What’re you thinking about?”

“Monday.”

“Work?”

“No, the Monday night we get married. It has to be on a Monday, you understand.”

“Of course.”

“Just the two of us.”

“You don’t want a big wedding?”

“Nope. Just us, the officiate and the stars…oh, and who or whatever made our wishes come true. I have a feeling he or she is out of the office Tuesday through Sunday.”

“Who? The officiate?”

“Nope, my fairy godmother. She has a cushy job, one day a week. Wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes, but I’d also say she’s darn good at what she does, even if she only works one day a week. Since you want a small wedding, tell me you aren’t going to make me wait a year, or even a month to be married.”

“Heck no! Next Monday works for me. Plus, it’s a full moon. Can’t get any luckier than that.”

“Sure I can, and I have. Because I have you now.” He gathered her into his arms and they made love again, and again and again, until daylight gave way to twilight and both of them finally succumbed their exhaustion.

As she slipped into a shallow slumber, Jane swore she heard the sound of a child’s voice outside on the terrace, “I haven’t had a day off in centuries, thank you very much. The work load for Monica alone is overwhelming. I’ll be happy to wrap up her case next. But at least now my caseload is lightened by two. You can make each others’ wishes come true from this point on.”

That was exactly what they did.

The End

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HOPELESSLY
BROKEN

Copyright © TAMRYN WARD, 2013

For fans of Beautiful Disaster, a new series by USA Today bestselling author Tawny Taylor, writing as Tamryn Ward.

High school drop-out, full time novelist, and now mother--and father--to her younger brother, Jenn
Reynolds doesn't have time for anything anymore but work, work, work. Not school. And definitely not a social life. Dating? Yeah, right. No matter how hard she tries to put her life back together, it keeps crumbling apart. The first blow--the sudden death of her parents--started the destruction. Now, her life is spinning out of control, and she has no one to turn to. She is about to lose the only thing that matters anymore—her brother.
But there's one option--one incredibly risky, terrifying solution. If Jenn can find someone she can trust, he just might be able to help her stem the devastation.

Maybe.

But who would it be? Aeron, the totally mysterious, totally dangerous stranger she has just met? Or Bobby, the devastatingly gorgeous guy who has already broken her heart once?

Depending upon what their secrets are, they both might make things worse. Much, much worse.
Genre: New Adult Romance

SAMPLE:

Her door swung open and banged against the wall,
blam
.

Jenn, standing next to her dresser whirled around. “Aeron?”

“Dammit, Jenn.” His eyes were wild, dark, feral. Tension pulled at his features, his mouth, his jaw.

She couldn’t move. She was frozen in place. Like a doe caught in the scope of a hunter’s rifle. “What’s wrong, Aeron?”

He charged at her like a furious bull, shoving a chair out of the way. He halted inches from her, nose flared, breathing swift.

Her heart rate spiked. She searched his eyes, trying to push through the dark shadows. “What is it? Are you angry at me?”

“No.” His hand jerked up, cupped her cheek. And her skin sizzled under his touch. A little jolt of electricity charged through her system, locking her muscles, freezing her in place. She couldn’t move. She didn’t want to move. Her gaze drifted down, to his mouth. That perfect mouth. His lips looked soft yet strong. Would she ever know how they tasted? “I…I’m trying.”

“Trying to do what?” she whispered.

“To stay away.”

“From who?” she asked, though she already knew the answer. All day she’d found herself flirting with him, stealing glances, smiling at him as he played with
Logan. And he flirted back for a moment. Everything was wonderful. She felt alive and beautiful and happy. But then he suddenly jerked away, his tone chilly, his eyes like dark river ice. Over and over that cycle repeated until at last he grumbled, “Excuse me,” stomped upstairs and locked himself in his room.

It was strange and confusing. Why was he acting so hot and cold?

“You.” His thumb grazed her lip, and a shudder of need quaked through her. She curled her fingers around his wrist, holding onto it to steady herself. Her breath caught in her throat. Need pulsed through her system, firing her nerves like little white-hot firecrackers.

It was just like her book, exactly like it. She’d never dreamed it could be so wonderfully painful, such longing, such wanting.

“Why?” she heard herself say. “Why stay away?”

“Because I have to. Because all I can do is hurt you.” Despite what he was saying, his head tipped, inching closer.

Was he going to kiss her?

She let her eyelids drift down and held onto his wrist with an iron-tight grip.
Kiss me
, every bone in her body demanded.
Kiss me now.
“I don’t believe you.”

“You have to.”

His breath was sweet. Intoxicating. Warm and gentle. The hand flattened against her cheek pulled her forward, easing her toward his waiting lips. Closer. He was coming closer yet. Almost there. His breath was fanning over her mouth.

But no kiss.

Seconds throbbed by.

“Aeron?”

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured. “Tell me now.”

“Kiss me, Aeron.” Using the hand gripping his wrist, she pulled until his mouth found hers. The instant her lips made contact with his, it felt as if the world was spinning, whirling, dipping. Brilliant lights exploded behind her closed eyelids. Blasts of heat raced through her body. She threw her other arm up, looping it around his neck, and pressed her body against his.

Oh, the agony.

Oh, the aching.

More. She had to have more. When a whimper pushed up her throat and past her parted lips, his tongue dipped inside her mouth, filling it with his sweet flavor. She practically sank to the floor.

A strong arm circled her waist and held her in place. His other hand slid around to cup the back of her head. His tongue caressed hers, plunging in and out in time to the throbbing heat crashing through her.

Dizzy, breathless, she let her legs collapse, falling into his embrace.

Tamryn Ward is the alter-ego of USA Today Bestselling erotic romance author Tawny Taylor. Tamryn is an Amazon bestselling author of New Adult/Mature Young Adult fiction. She turned to writing after deciding being an engineer without an engineering degree wasn't a great way to make a living. Writing, on the other hand, is her passion, especially writing romantic stories with an edge. She has an absolutely useless bachelor's degree in Liberal Arts, and when she isn't writing, she spends her time hiking in the woods with her (not so cooperative) husband and kids, and snapping photographs of anything or anyone willing to sit still long enough for her to get a decent shot. She's still a little slow with the photography thing. Thus, her favorite model is, of course, the slug--though you would be surprised by how fast those little buggers can move.