SWEET RUIN by Nazarea Andrews
University of Branton, #3
March 13, 2014
It’s good to be on top… Asher Knox has it all. Girls, wealth, a career most would kill for. He’s just landed the biggest job of his career. And he’s miserable. She’s fighting her way from the bottom… Megan Beauchamp has no illusions about why she was chosen to be Asher’s PA. She’s pretty, and down to earth, and everything the Hollywood star always falls for. Too bad Megan is just paying her dues and has no interest in anything but advancing at her PR firm.
He’ll throw it all away…Luca James knows what he wants. And he’s waited a long time for the window to open—when it does, he’ll walk away from the career he’s built for a chance at something real.
When Megan’s boss threatens to fire her, Luca and Asher convince her to leave town with them. Between bad hotels and pit stop confessionals, the three are drawn closer together. And the lines blur even more in Branton, where Megan is forced to look at everything she left behind. But when the boys want more, Megan will be forced to choose between the men she loves and the life she thought she wanted. And in a town like Branton, the secrets she keeps won’t be hidden for long.
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Its pitch black outside when I finally stop. Megan blinks slowly, and I go still, watching her. She looks confused, staring out at the dark villa.“Where are we?” she asks.I take a deep breath, let it out slowly. “A villa. Just north of the border—I booked it for the next two days.”For a moment, it’s like she hasn’t heard me. Then she jerks upright, her cheeks flushed an angry red, and her words come out like ice. “What the fuck, Knox?”Oh. There’s that again. “Go inside and get settled,” I say quietly, not looking at her. “I’ll explain everything in the morning.”“What about your photo shoot?” she snaps.I glance at her, and she laughs, a disbelieving little noise. “You bastard,” she says, softly. Then she steps out of the car, slamming the door hard enough to shake the frame. I wince. I don’t care about the car—it’s the least of my concerns, frankly. But I do worry about her and how angry she must be.I pick up my phone and dial.“Are you there?” Luca says. His voice is thick and gravelly, almost as if I woke him. Of course, it’s almost midnight—maybe I did wake him.“Yes. She pissed, man. Are you sure this is a good idea?”I had wanted to bolt for Branton and the anonymity of her hometown. It was Luca’s idea to reroute to a villa for a few days. Kevin wouldn’t look to the south for her—and when he realized I’d gone off without waiting for his arrangements, he would look for me. Kevin didn’t do well without constant supervision.“She’ll come around,” Luca says, his voice confident. “And when you leave there you’re meeting me in Vegas. I’ll keep her from bolting once you get her back to civilization.”“What makes you think she won’t before then?”“You’re remote. And you have a manicurist coming to see her tomorrow—she won’t go anywhere.”It annoys me somewhat that he knows that—he knows her well enough to call her moods. I want to know her that well.“English—this is important. You aren’t there to seduce her.”What? Cock blocked from fucking Vegas? “Who said anything about seducing her?” He laughs, the bastard. I can’t help smirking. “Dude. Gorgeous villa on the ocean. What else is there to do?”“I will personally kick your ass,” Luca says crisply, without heat. “Keep your hands off her until you get to Vegas.”“Wanna watch?” I taunt him, and he laughs, a low noise that shouldn’t be a turn on.
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Nazarea Andrews is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. She loves chocolate and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, and overgrown dog.
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