Four Week Fiance (The Agreement)- The First Teaser

Teaser #1

 His name is TJ Walker. He’s 28, hot as can be and he’s my brother’s best friend. Which means he is off-limits to me. Some may say 28 is too old for my 22 years, but I beg to differ. Guys my age are just way too immature. I need a man and not a boy. And the man I want is TJ Walker. Only I can never have him. Not that he wants me. To him, I’m just Cody’s little sister. I’m a girl in his eyes. Not a woman. And while I was in high school, I accepted that. But now I’m out of college and I’m willing to do anything to change his mind. At least, I think I am. I mean, it’s easy to say you’re willing to do anything when there is nothing on the table. But who knows what I would do if presented with some real situations?

If you haven’t figured it out as yet I’m a realist and a pragmatist, while also being a dreamer. Don’t ask how that works. I don’t really know. My friend Sally says that I’m an enigma. I tend to agree with her; I don’t even understand myself sometimes. But back to TJ. He’s hot. Like really hot. Tall, dark, and handsome hot. Or as Sally would say take off your pants and fuck me tonight hot. Of course, I wouldn’t say that, well not out loud I wouldn’t. Though, I’ve had many dreams where I’ve said that and more to TJ. “Take me now, TJ,” being the phrase most often uttered in my dreams. And he always rises to the occasion. If you know what I mean.

You may be wondering, if I like TJ so much, why don’t I just go after him? Well, for one he’s my brother Cody’s best friend and has been for 20 years. So he’s known me since I was a baby and I guess that makes him think of me as his little sister. Though, I sure don’t think of him as an older brother. And I’m determined for him to notice me as more than a little girl. There’s just one problem though. I don’t really like him. I mean, I think he’s hot and sexy and I have dreams about him, but in real life he’s an arrogant asshole who thinks he’s God’s gift to women, thanks to the many hot women who throw themselves at him daily. So yeah. I have a bit of a moral dilemma on my hands. Should I go for it, knowing he’s an asshole or should I leave it alone, because he’s an asshole? I’m not really sure what to do. Why is it so important for me to decide now you ask? Well, he’s going to be spending the weekend with me and Chad and the parents at our lake house. It’s a tradition in my family to go to the lake house every fall, right before winter hits. And Chad always comes, because as I said before he’s practically a part of the family. I know, I know, I shouldn’t be fantasizing about my brother’s best friend like this. I grew up with him, he’s an asshole who teased me mercilessly. But all I can say is he’s hot and I can’t help that my body catches a fire when it sees him. And all that I can think of every night before I fall asleep is the kiss we shared when I was 16. It was hot. But it freaked him out. He was 22, and to him kissing me was akin to being a pedo.

So anyways, here I am packing my suitcase and I’m trying to decide if I should try and go seduction mode on him. That’s what Sally advised. Because yes, she is coming as well. And she is planning on going into seduction mode this weekend, only not with TJ, thank God. She’s after my brother, Chad. Eww. But who am I to stop her? My only problem is, if both of us are successful with our seduction plans, what are my parents going to think is going on? We can’t just disappear and there is no way we can have sex at the lake house. The rooms are not soundproof. I mean, I can try and be quiet, but if TJ is as good a lover as he is in my dreams, it’s going to be hard. And let’s just say that Sally will have a bigger problem than me. I lived with her in college and trust me, she doesn’t not what the word quiet means. I picked up two different swim costumes and tried to decide which one to take with me when the phone rang.

“Hello, Mila here.” I sang into the phone, assuming it was Sally.

“Mila?” The voice was deep and gruff and tingles ran through my arm to my fingers.

“This is Mila.”

“It’s TJ.” His voice sounded amused. “Auditioning for The Voice or something?”

“No,” I laughed. “I’m trying out for The X-Factor actually.”

“Oh,” he cleared his throat. “I would have though you would go for The Voice!”

“Why is that?” I said confused.

“Because they don’t see your face at first.” He said with a straight voice and it took a moment for his meaning to sink in.

“You’re an asshole.” I groaned at him, shaking my head at his diss. This is what I meant about him thinking he was my big brother. It was like he and Chad had sat down one day and discussed the responsibilities and tasks of being my older sibling.

“You gotta love it.” He laughed as if he thought his joke was hilarious.

“Not really.”

“Anyways, I was calling because Chad can’t pick you up later. He’s stuck at work until tomorrow morning, so he asked if I can pick you and Sally up and drive you up to the Lake House.”

“Oh, really?” I grinned into the phone, slightly excited, but then I remembered that Sally would be with us. “I guess that’s fine.”

“What time will you be ready?” He cleared his throat. “And an accurate time please, not a I’ll try to be ready, but I’ll keep you waiting for 30 minutes, sort of thing.”

“TJ Walker, shut up.” I groaned into the phone. “That was only one time.”

“It was one time too many.”

“Whatever. I’m sure all your dates keep you waiting as well.”

“Yeah, but I know I’m getting something from them that makes it worth it.”

I gasped and he laughed into the phone. “So what time, Milady Sadie?”

“7, but I’ll check with Sally to make sure she can make that.” I ignored his use of the nickname he and Chad had coined for me when we were younger. They had created a rhyme for me that went, “Milady Sadie, went to bathy, and she got a stupid navy. A navy wavy goofy baby, that is out Milady Sadie.” It made absolutely no sense, but the nickname Milady Sadie had stuck. I knew better than to get annoyed when they used it anymore. It only fuelled their teasing.

“Okay, Milady Sadie. Call me back and let me know.”

“You’re a child you know that TJ.” I couldn’t stop myself. “Only a little boy would call me a nickname from when I was a little kid.”

“You’re still a kid, Mila.” His voice was dry.

“No, I’m not.” I growled into the phone.

“Oh yeah. I forgot you’re a college graduate now.” He laughed. “You’re officially in the big girls club.”

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes, even though I knew he couldn’t see them.

“Oh, yeah. I may be bringing a friend with me. I spoke to Chad and your parents don’t mind.”

“A friend?” I frowned.

“Yeah, her name is Barbie.”

“No, it is not.” I groaned into the phone, and tried to ignore the swell of disappointment that rose up in me as I threw the bikini’s down onto the floor. What was the point of me trying to seduce him, if he was bringing another girl up.

“Yeah, it is.” He laughed. “And she calls me Ken.”

“Are you joking? Why is she calling you, Ken?”

“I kind of told her my name was Ken when I picked her up at the bar two nights ago.”

“Oh my God.” I groaned into the phone and flopped onto the bed and closed my eyes. “Please tell me that is a bad joke. She did not actually believe you?”

“Of course she believed me.” He laughed. “Do just let Sally know, I’m Ken for the weekend.”

“What are you going to tell my parents?”

“Oh, Chad told me that they couldn’t make it. He didn’t tell you?”

“No.” I sighed. “No one told me anything.” I rolled over on my side. “Not my parents and not Chad. So you’re telling me that this year the family get-together is going to be me, Sally, Barbie and you?”

“You got it.” He laughed. “And Chad will be there tomorrow morning.”

“Great, that’s just great.”

“Don’t pout, Mila. You know it doesn’t become you.”

“Thanks for nothing.” I stuck my tongue out at the phone.

“Anyway, go call Sally and then call me back to confirm the time.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I like that.” He drawled.

“You like what?”

“When you call me, Sir.” He laughed. “I could get used to it.”

“I’m sure you could.” I paused. “But I guess you’ll just have to get Barbie to call you that.”

“Don’t worry, Mila. You’ll have a guy to call Sir soon.”

“I already have a guy.” I lied, slightly annoyed at his comment.

“What?” His voice changed and suddenly became brusque. “What guy?”

“Just a guy I’m dating.”

“You never mentioned him before.” He said sharply.

“Well, it’s a new relationship.”

“Hmmm.” He paused. “I hope he’s not another loser that dresses up in women’s clothing.”

“That’s not fair.” I protested, groaning as he reminded me of Richard, the last guy I dated. The one that was more interested in my wardrobe, than me.

“Hey, I’m just looking out for you.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“You don’t want to date another loser.”

“Do you have someone better for me?” My voice was shrill as he continued teasing me.

“I may.” He paused. “I just may.”


His For The Night Teaser

Some of you may know that I am no longer releasing the Her Secret Lover series and The Vacation is now going to be released as a novella book called His For The Night. The previous teaser I provided for The Vacation is no longer a part of the book.

I know it has been a while since I have released a book by Helen Cooper and I wanted you to know that that will be changing. I will be releasing His For The Night soon and then I have a 2 book series coming titled ‘A Night With Kane Cole’. The two books are Going There and Staying There.

And now for the unedited teaser from ‘His For The Night’

“Your client cancel on you?” The slow drawl startled her and she screamed as she opened her eyes.

“Don’t creep up on me like that.” She snarled at him angrily. “Why are you always around. Are you some sort of psycho or something?”

“Do you think I’d tell you if I was?” He laughed and shook his head as he surveyed her. “It does look like it isn’t your day today doesn’t it?”

“Oh shut up.” She sighed and leaned back again. “You have no idea.”

“Oh?” His voice piqued and he looked at her curiously. “I’ve been told I have a good ear if you want to talk.”

“Don’t you have something to do?” She looked at him in surprise. “I mean, asides from come to my rescue and bother me.”

“I was meant to go to dinner with a business partner.” He smiled. “But it seems like he is otherwise engaged.”


“Yes. It’s unfortunate that I flew here just for this meeting but what can you do?” He shook his head with a wry smile. “Would you like to accompany me to dinner and you can tell me what ails you?”

“You want to take me to dinner?” She looked at him in disbelief. “Or is that code word to ask me if you can have me for dinner.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be opposed if you’re on offer. I am quite hungry.”

“Pervert!” She laughed reluctantly. “I am not on offer, no matter what my dress says.” She laughed. “But you know what, you can buy me a big juicy steak, with a baked potato and a big salad.”

“No drinks or desert?” He asked seriously with a twinkle in his eyes.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

“Where shall we go?”

“If it’s no bother, let’s just eat in one of the restaurants here. I’m too hungry to drive around and find another place.”

“Long day?”

“Something like that.” She groaned.

“Work problems?”

“You could say that- I have the boss from hell.”

“Well then, that could definitely pose a problem for you.” He laughed. “Why is he from hell?”

“He’s just a jackass, over-demanding, obnoxious. You name it, he is it.” She huffed.

“Why don’t you just quit? You shouldn’t work with someone who treats you like that.”

“Well, I don’t want to leave him in the lurch. He really relies on me and my skills. In fact, I honestly don’t think he could get as much done without me.” Holly wasn’t quite sure why she lied, but she didn’t want him to think she was some sort of loser, complaining about a boss she hadn’t even met as yet.

“Sounds like he needs to give you a raise.”

“Yeah.” She nodded in agreement. “I’m going to tell him you said that.” She laughed. “But let’s not talk about work, I’ve only got the weekend off and have to be in first thing Monday morning. I don’t want to dwell on it.”

“Sure.” He smiled. “I wish I had an employee like you. My latest assistant seems to have no work ethic. I think I’m going to have to fire her.”

“Oh wow.” Holly looked up at him in surprise. She wondered what profession he was in, that he needed an assistant. “What do you do?”

“Business stuff.” He smiled. “But that’s not important. Let’s go grab a bit to eat.”



“You have a very healthy appetite.” He smiled at her as she finished eating her crab cake appetizer.

“Sorry, I’m really hungry.” She laughed self-consciously and sipped some of the Merlot he had ordered for the table. “Are you going to tell me your name, I feel kind of weird calling you Don Juan.”

“Oh but I like it.” He leaned forward. “It tells me that you are thinking lots of sexy thoughts about me.”

“No I’m not.” She blushed.

“Yes you are and that’s okay because I’m doing the same Vixen.”

“Do you do this a lot?” She leaned towards him as well and stared into his eyes. “Do you try and get a different woman for your bed every night?”

“Of course not.” He laughed.

“So I’m special?”

“As special as any other one night stand would be.” His face grew serious. “Make no mistake, whatever happens is just for fun. I’m not looking for anything serious.”

“Neither am I.” She glowered at him. “I don’t even live in Vegas anyway.”

“Where do you live?”

“I’m not going to tell you, Don Juan.” She grinned inside at his disappointed look. He wanted to know about her but he wasn’t willing to share details about himself. Well, she wasn’t going to be the one doing all the talking.

“So you like the game?” He reached over and held his hand in his, tracing his finger around her palm. “Do you like to play games in bed as well?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“You’re very sexy Vixen. When I saw you earlier, you looked pretty but a bit of a miss. Now you look sexy, and I know you’re still a mess but I want to take you to my bed and do unthinkable things to you.”

Holly’s face flushed with embarrassment, anger and lust. “I’m not a mess.”

“You’ve tripped twice today and I’m pretty sure you paid for your room with a credit card you were unsure was going to go through. I’ll say you’re a bit of a mess.”

“You’re a real judging asshole, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” He grinned. “So Vixen, tell me why this week has been so hard for you, asides from your boss from hell.”

‘The Vacation’- A Teaser

Here is an unedited teaser from ‘The Vacation’- Her Secret Lover.

Chapter 1

 “You’re going to think I’m crazy.” I stared into my best friend Asher’s eyes. “Oh no, what did you do Jess?” She stopped folding clothes and came and stood next to me.

“Well, nothing yet.”

“But?” She leaned towards me with wide eyes.

“I’m going on a vacation.”

“What?” She frowned at me. “How are you going on a vacation? You have no money.”

“Well thanks for reminding me of that.” I laughed and then sighed. “So, I kinda met someone.”

“What?” Asher flopped down on her bed in shock. “Already?”

“I know what you’re thinking.” I sat down next to her. “It’s too soon to be dating after Jared broke up with me, but this isn’t a date. Well you know.”

“Oh my gosh. You’re being serious aren’t you?” She shook her head. “Who is this guy?”

“Don’t judge me but I don’t really know him.” I laughed at her expression. “He came into the club last night and bought a dance. But he didn’t try anything funny. And he was really handsome.” I paused. “There was something about him that I really liked.”

“Like what?”

“Like the fact that he seemed like a nice guy and he was hot.”

“Jess, I don’t know.” Asher bit her lip. “This doesn’t seem right. I don’t trust the guys at your club.”

“I know, but he wasn’t like most of them.” I pleaded with her to understand. “He was really respectful. Honestly, I was surprised to see someone like him there.”

“Newsflash Jess. All types of men go to strip clubs.” Asher laughed. “I know you felt like you needed this job so you could pay tuition and rent.”

“Asher, you know this was the only way I could afford everything.” I looked at her with a hurt expression and she held up a hand to stop me.

“Jess, you know I’m not like my prick of a brother Jared, I’m not judging you for your job but please be careful. How can you go on vacation with a guy you just met?”

“I mean I don’t even know if he was being serious.” I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes. “We had a really interesting conversation as I danced about John Dewey and I was telling him my ideas about improving the education system.”

“You were not talking about your research?” Asher laughed.

“Yeah.” I grinned. “Thank God none of the managers heard me.”

“Okay, quick question. Were you naked?”

“Asher! I told you we don’t go naked. And I only take off my top 50% of the time. And there is no touching allowed.”

“You can’t tell me they don’t try and touch you?” Asher rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, some of them try.” I groaned. “But trust me, I hit their hands away hard.”

“I wish you didn’t have to work there.” Asher sighed and I reached over and grabbed her hand and smiled at her gratefully.

“Thanks Asher. It’s okay though. Honestly, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”

“Well, I guess that’s a good thing.” Asher sighed. “I just wish you would let me dad help you.”

“I could never do that Asher.” I sighed and turned away. “But I do love you and your family for offering.” I felt a wash of sadness pass over me as I thought about Asher’s brother Jared. He had been my boyfriend for about a year until about a month ago when he had dumped me because I would quit my job at the club. I understood why he had broken up with me; not many guys would be happy with their girlfriend working at a strip club but it had been my only option to make enough money to pay my rent and tuition in a short timeframe. I felt tears clump up in my eyes as I thought about the stress of the last six months. My dad had run off with his secretary, leaving my mom penniless and me without any money for school. A classmate had told me about a place that was hiring and paying big bucks and somehow I had found myself working at ‘The Club,’ an only slightly seedy strip club in the Upper West Side. I guess things could have been worse, I could have been expected to have sex or perform blowjobs, but all I was required to do was take off my top and give as sexy a dance as possible. I still felt weird pulling off my top every weekend for strange men, but I figured I only had to do it for about a year and then I would have saved up enough money to carry me through the rest of Grad school.

“I don’t understand why they can’t give you a scholarship.” Asher sighed. “And a stipend. I mean come on, you got into Harvard with more money.”

“I know.” I sighed. “But I wanted to go to Columbia, so I could stay in New York.”

“It just seems so unfair.” She frowned.

“It’s not your fault Asher.”

“I just feel guilty because you met Jared through me.” She bit her lip and I knew that she was really concerned. Asher and I had been best friends since the first day of college; we had been placed in the same dorm room and had bonded over our love of ‘Arrested Development’ right away. We had both been overwhelmed and excited that we were freshmen at Columbia University and had roamed the campus and Morningside Heights together the first few months. We had shared coffees at Max Café and bonded over Camus and before we knew it we were inseparable. I had spent the summers with her and her brother Jared at their mansion in ‘The Hamptons’ and while he had flirted back and forth we hadn’t started dating until we graduated from Columbia. Jared had been studying law at Yale Law School and had gotten a job at a big law firm in New York. He had taken Asher and I out to eat a few times and before I knew it, we were dating. That was until he gave me an ultimatum- quit working at the strip-club and take my family money or it’s over.

“I loved Jared, Asher.” I sighed. “I thought we had a good relationship but I understand why he couldn’t accept my job. I don’t suppose the partners at his firm would have been too happy to hear his girlfriend was a stripper.”

“You’re a PhD student at Columbia University Jess.”

“But I’m also a stripper.” I laughed. “Ironic isn’t it?”

“I hate your dad.”

“Hey, I’ve been lucky. At least he paid for undergrad.” I sighed. “And I know I could take out loans but $200,000 in loans would kill me. I couldn’t pay them back and do the job I want to.”

“Yeah, I don’t know that teachers make that much money.” Asher laughed.

“Yeah me either.” I turned towards her. “Do you think I’m crazy? Going on a vacation with a guy I just met?”

“Yes. Why are you doing it?”

I looked up at the ceiling and thought for a moment. “You know I’ve always been the good girl, done the right thing. I’ve only slept with guys I was in a relationship with. And look where it’s gotten me. Nowhere. So why not?”

“Will you sleep with him?”

I bit my lip and grinned. “He was hot Asher. Do not repeat this but I was turned on when I was dancing for him. I wanted him to touch me.” I laughed at her shocked expression. “Don’t be a prude Ash.”

“I’m far from a prude.” She grinned. “I’m just shocked to see that you are coming around to my way of thinking.”

“Well maybe you were right after all.”

“You know I always wanted you to be my sister-in-law but maybe it’s for the best that you guys broke up. Now you can find your inner Goddess.”

“My sexual goddess you mean?”

“Well you are 25.” Asher laughed. “It’s time to let your freak fly.”

“So, this guy. He has to be about 35.”


“Yeah.” I laughed. “But he looks good for his age. Really good.”

“What’s his name?”

“He told me to call him Duke.”

“His name is Duke?”

“I don’t think so.” I bit my lip trying to remember exactly what he said. “He was pretty evasive. He said that he doesn’t normally do stuff like this but he was really attracted to me and thought we could have a good time. He asked me if I would be interested in spending the week with him. I told him I didn’t even know his name and he said “Just call me Duke.” And it felt right. He looked like a duke.” I groaned. “What am I doing?”

“Jess, don’t think about it too much.”

“He’s picking me up in a few hours.”

“Wait, what you’re going today?”

I nodded my head and watched as Ash’s eyes popped open.

“You just met him last night Jess.”

“Yeah.” I laughed. “I’m grabbing life by the horns.”

“Well you’ll be grabbing something.”

“Ash!!” I pushed her shoulder and she rolled her eyes.

“Come on Jess, let’s be real. You better take some of my packs of Trojans.”

“Oh my gosh, what am I doing?” The gravity of the situation suddenly hit me. “Am I really about to go on a vacation with a man I don’t know?”

“Well you haven’t had sex in 6 months.”

“Don’t remind me.” I groaned.

“But that should change by tonight.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me and I felt a flush of red stream across my face.

“Am I a slut?”

“No and I never want to hear you say that word again.”

“I know. If men aren’t called sluts why are we?”

“Exactly.” Asher sighed as she looked at her watch. “I’m sorry Jess but I have to get to work.” She stretched and yawned. “Tell me again why I work?”

“Because you don’t want to live on daddy’s money.”

“And why is that again?”

“Because you want to be an independent woman.”

“Oh yeah.” She grinned and jumped up. “Okay, shower for me. I guess I won’t be seeing you until…”

“I’m guessing this weekend?” I shrugged my shoulders. “Duke said it’s all a surprise but I’ll be back for work by Friday night.”

“So you’ll be gone the whole week.” Asher pouted. “I guess I’ll have to go to Monday night wing madness by myself tonight.”

“I’m sure there is a certain guy who won’t be sad about that.”

“We’ll see.” Ash shimmied out of the room and I laughed as I followed her out. I walked back into my room and pulled out my small suitcase and opened it up. I stood there staring at it wondering what I should pack and fell down onto the bed with my heart pounding. I couldn’t believe I was about to go on a vacation with a man I didn’t even know. Everything in my body was screaming and telling me not to go but there was one small part of me; I think my inner devil, and it was telling me to go and have the time of my life. I closed my eyes and thought about the events of the previous evening, picturing Duke’s face and the instant attraction I had felt for him. It wasn’t something that happened to me often; I had trained myself to not feel chemistry towards any of the guys who came into the club but there was something about him that called out to my inner siren.

“Hi.” I had walked up to him and he had smiled at me briefly, almost looking uncomfortable. I had been surprised, not many men who came to strip clubs were uncomfortable around me. They were usually doing everything they could to touch me.

“Hi.” He nodded and pulled out his phone.

“Want a dance?” I had persisted with him; something I had never done before. But I wanted to dance for this man. I wanted to see him look at me with lust and delight. He was extremely attractive with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He had a sprinkle of grey in his hair that made him look defined and sexy. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a ti-shirt that had said “Make Love Not War’ and I knew that he wasn’t the typical guy who had come in to get his rub-a-dub special for the night.

“I’m okay, thanks.” He had smiled at me briefly and looked away and I felt myself respect him even more.

“Hey long legs, how about giving me a dance.” An older man at the next table had called out to me with a lecherous look. “I’m in need of a release.” He grabbed his package and licked his lips. My face froze with distaste and I bit my lip unsure of what to do. I was pretty confident that the older man had on no underwear and was talking about a literal release. I shuddered at the thought and tried to think of an excuse when the man had spoken up.

“Actually, I think I would enjoy a dance.” He smiled up an me with a look of intimacy and I smiled at him gratefully.

“Thanks.” I walked over to him and mouthed softly.

“No problem. But I don’t actually need a real dance. No need to take anything off.”

“Are you sure?” I looked at him surprised. Guys were usually begging me to take everything off and more. It took everything I had in me to take off my top, I certainly wasn’t going to take anything else off.

“I’m sure.” He smiled at me reassuringly.

“Okay.” I stood in front of him and starting moving around to the beat. I straddled him on the chair and looked into his eyes as I moved back and forth. Within a few minutes, I had stopped dancing and we were having an intellectual conversation. I had forgotten I was in a strip club and felt like I was having a discussion in a coffee shop. It had been invigorating and heartbreaking at the same time. There I was, having the best conversation of my life and it was with a guy who would never respect me outside of the club now he had met me in it. It was one of the most depressing parts of the jobs. There were men I had met or seen in the club, that I had seen again in the ‘real world’ and as soon as they realized where they knew me from, all respect had died from their eyes. I was no longer the Columbia Grad student but the wanton stripper that would hopefully give them easy sex. I hadn’t really minded that they had treated me like that because I hadn’t particularly cared for them in the first place. But I felt a connection with Duke right away. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but there was something about him that touched the most primal side of me.

I sighed as I started going through my clothes. I had been shocked when Duke had asked me to go away with him. It had seemingly come from no-where but I had said yes without hesitation. In the bright light of the day I was starting to wonder why he had invited me. I mean, he hadn’t even been interested in a lap dance last night. It seemed strange that he would be inviting me away for a sex-filled vacation. Something wasn’t quite adding up and I wasn’t sure if I had made the right decision in agreeing to go with him.

When the doorbell rang about 30 minutes later I debated not answering it. Maybe I could just call him and tell him I changed my mind. I crept to the door and peeped through the hall and studied his face as he stood there waiting patiently for me to answer. I felt my breath catch at his rugged handsomeness. This man was sexy. Every fiber of my being was attracted to him and wanted to be with him. I was surprised at how strong the feeling was; I couldn’t remember a time when I had felt such an extreme carnal urge. But as I slowly opened the front door, I knew that Duke was a man that I had to have. It was as simple as that. I didn’t want to analyze my feelings or lust too deeply because I didn’t want to talk myself out of what I was about to do. I only knew that I was opening many doors when I let him in and I hoped that one of them wasn’t the door to heartbreak.

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How To Catch A Billionaire- The Teaser & A Sale

How To Catch A Billionaire‘ is a series I released in January that got caught between my Billionaire’s Baby books and New Beginnings. Because of my bad timing in releasing the book, I don’t know that many people even really know about the series.

So today I have decided to put the book on sale for $2.99 from $4.99 and to publish a teaser from the book so that people can see if they want to read it. The teaser for the book is below. You can purchase ‘How To Catch A Billionaire’ here.

‘How To Catch A Billionaire’ Teaser

Chapter 1

 “Jane, you will not believe it,” I squealed into the phone. “For once, my name has helped me.”

“What Sarah?” Jane whispered into the phone. “I can’t talk long. My boss is riding my ass.”

“So, you know how today was my first day at Zoom Corp. as a receptionist?” I could barely contain my excitement.

“Uh huh.”

“Well, I am now a top executive working for Mr. Green himself. And the best part is, he is out of town indefinitely, so I have enough time to become as top executive ready as is possible.”

“What?” Jane’s voice increased in volume. “How did that happen? No offense but you are not a top executive, Sarah.”

I laughed into the phone. “Shh. So it turns out that another Sarah Smith was hired for the executive position but when I turned up, they just assumed that I was that Sarah Smith. I mean, I thought they were rather nice to the new receptionist but it turns out that they thought I was the exec.”

“Sarah,” Jane’s voice was worried. “What are you going to do when the real Sarah Smith shows up? Then you’ll be out of a job period and I do not make enough money to pay the full rent.”

“Don’t worry about it, Jane.” I looked around before I said my next words. “I called the other Sarah Smith and apologized to her but said the position was filled and we no longer needed her. I felt bad because it turns out she was really sick with the flu. But the girl went to Harvard Business School. She’ll be fine.”

“Oh my gosh. Sarah!” Jane laughed into the phone. “What did you do?”

“It’s okay.” I laughed. “No-one knows who the other Sarah is, turns out she only did a phone interview because she was doing some internship in London.”

“Well, if you think you can get away with it.” Jane sounded unsure.

“Jane, I didn’t go to school for four years to be an actress for nothing.” I spoke in an English accent. “It’s going to be fine. And get this, I am making $150,000 a year.”


“Right. We can move out of our dump and actually move into the city.”

“Can we move to the Upper West Side?”

“Hello…” I laughed. “I’ve already been looking at newspaper ads and Craigslist.”

“Sarah, I don’t know.” Jane’s voice still sounded unsure. “Do you really think you can get away with this?”

“I know so. My new boss, Lewis Walker loves me. I think he has a crush on me. There is no way that he will fire me.” I played with my long blonde hair as I walked to the subway station and smiled to myself. “Something is finally going right, Jane. Maybe you can even quit that shitty job.”

“Do you really think so?” Jane’s voice now sounded hopeful. She was working as a sales assistant at a cellphone shop and hated it. She had gone to school to be a history teacher but hadn’t been able to find an open position due to budget cuts in schools.

“Yes Jane.” I stopped outside the subway station so that I could continue talking to her without losing service. “In fact, why don’t you just walk out of there today? I get paid every two weeks and will be able to carry the rent until you find something you like.”

“Omg Sarah. Are you sure?” Jane’s voice got louder and louder with excitement.

“Of course. Do it. Leave now.” I started jumping up and down in the street, not caring who was walking by and thinking I was a mental case. “Our tide is changing, Jane.”

“Okay. I’m going to go and quit now.” Jane sounded excited. “I’ll see you at home later, yeah?”

“Yup. And then we can go out for drinks to celebrate.” I looked quickly at my watch. “But I have to go now too. My lunch break is almost over. I’ll see you tonight.” I hung up and raced down the stairs so that I wouldn’t miss my train. I was lucky, it pulled up just as I got to the platform. I grinned to myself, my luck had finally changed and I was ready to take on the world.

The train was pretty empty in my carriage so I was able to sit down and check my makeup. I stared in my compact mirror and reapplied some lipstick and mascara. My big blue eyes stared back at me, shining with delight and happiness. I didn’t have to reapply any blush because the cold was making my cheeks red enough. I smiled wildly to check my teeth for food and sat back with pleasure. Jane and I had moved to New York four and a half years ago from Florida to go to college. We had been best friends since high school and had been ecstatic when we had both gotten into college in the big city. She had gone to Columbia and I had gone to NYU. We had shared a studio apartment in Brooklyn since our junior year. Unfortunately, we both hadn’t studied something that had great job prospects and we were broker now than when we had arrived. I had always dreamed of being a big Hollywood actress (don’t ask why I live in New York) and all Jane had ever wanted to do was to teach 6th grade history. We had graduated jobless but we didn’t want to move back to Florida, so Jane had gotten a job in a cellphone store and I had looked for receptionist positions. We had just received an eviction notice about two weeks ago as well. If we didn’t come up with the last two months’ rent within thirty days we were going to be kicked out. Alvin, the landlord had offered us another deal but neither one of us was willing to have sex with him to stay in that dump.

I got off the train with new verve in my step. I walked back to the Zoom building with pride and a little twinge of worry. I mean, I’m not stupid. I was sure that I would be in a lot of trouble if they found out I was Sarah Smith, NYU drama graduate and new receptionist as opposed to Sarah Smith, Harvard MBA and new executive. But I figured if someone realized the mistake and approached me with the truth, I would just pretend to be confused. I had already practiced the lines I was going to say if that happened. “Lordy, Lordy, I don’t know what is going on here. I surely thought that God had blessed me on this good day and seen fit to find it in your hearts to give me the job I deserve and can do, even if my qualifications would lead you to believe otherwise.” I was hoping that whoever I spoke to wouldn’t recognize that I was putting on a Southern accent and send me to a mental institute; though that would be preferable to going to jail.

“Hi Maggie.” I beamed at the receptionist, who looked at me coldly. “I’m just going up to my office, you know the big one on the 30th floor.” I almost skipped to the elevator and giggled as I pressed the button. I couldn’t quite believe my luck. Lewis Walker hadn’t even given me any real work—he’d just handed me some files and told me to familiarize myself with Zoom Corporation.

“Hold the doors.” A deep voice boomed from outside the elevator and I quickly pushed some buttons. I watched as the doors closed and realized that I had pressed the close door button instead of open. Oops, I thought to myself. I didn’t think it was a super huge deal because the doors opened again before the elevator left but the man who walked into the elevator didn’t look too happy. “Didn’t I tell you to keep the doors open?” he snarled at me.

I frowned at him. “Sorry, I pressed the wrong button by mistake.” I attempted a smile at him but he continued snarling at me. “I mean it’s not like it’s a huge deal. You’re in here now, aren’t you?”

“What floor are you going to?” He ignored my comment and pressed the button for the 40th floor.

“Oh, I’m going to the 30th floor.” I smiled at him once again, hoping he would get over his bad mood.

“The 30th?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Yes.” I stopped smiling. He was annoying me.

“Are you visiting someone?” he questioned.

I thought about ignoring him but decided not to, just in case I had to work with him. “No.”

“So you are going to the executive’s floor because?”

“It’s noneya,” I said smarmily to him.

“Excuse me?” He frowned at looked at me like I was crazy.

“It’s none of your business.” I looked at him coldly and watched as he burst out laughing. I studied him as he laughed. He was actually quite a handsome man, especially when he laughed. He had perfect white teeth. I always look at the teeth first, I know it’s an odd thing to do but they are what attracts me first. He was tall, a lot taller than I was and I’m 5’8. I figured he was at least 6’2 or so. And he looked like he was quite fit, though I couldn’t be 100% sure, as he was wearing a dark grey suit. His hair was dark brown with sprinkles of grey. I couldn’t tell his age, his face looked like he was in his 30’s but the grey in his hair made me think 40’s. Not that it mattered to me. He was too old for me whatever his age was. At twenty-two years old, there was no way I was going to date an old man.

“What’s your name?” His voice interrupted my reverie.

“Why?” I looked at him suspiciously; worried he was going to report me to HR. That would be the worst thing that could happen. What if they looked up my file and realized the mistake they had made. Then I’d be making $25,000 a year as opposed to $150,000.

“Isn’t it polite to ask someone’s name these days?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Not a stranger’s,” I retorted, my blue eyes flashing at him.

He laughed a deep hearty chuckle. “I suppose you’re new here, huh?”

“Maybe.” I was determined to give him as little information as possible.

“So tell me.” He walked closer to me. “What do you think of Zoom so far?”

“Oh I love it,” I gushed before biting my lip. “I mean, it seems cool.”

“Have you met the CEO yet? I heard he can be an ass,” he whispered to me.

“Oh, you don’t work here?” I looked at him in relief. “Mr. Green is a great employer. One of the best I’ve ever had. It’s almost like he is my good friend, as opposed to my boss.”

“Oh really?” The man raised his eyebrows at me. “I’m impressed.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way but I would watch how you talk to people next time. I wouldn’t want to have to tell Mr. Green anything.” I looked at him smugly, the lies flying out of my mouth easily.

“Oh yeah?” He smiled at me. “I’ll be sure to watch my mouth next time. I don’t want Mr. Green on my ass now, do I?”

“No, you don’t. He can be really hardcore when it comes to me.” I smiled at him widely. “I’m one of his favorite employees.”

“Oh?” He paused. “So I guess you call him by his first name then, huh?”

“Of course.” I nodded.

“What is it again?”

Shit, I had no idea what his first name was. “Ben.” I smiled.

“Ben?” He cleared his throat. “Huh. I could have sworn his name was Harry or something.”

Shit! “Well, it is Harry but his, uh, middle name is Ben and he lets his closest friends call him that.” I thanked my lucky stars when the elevator finally stopped on the 30th floor. “Well, here’s my stop. Nice meeting you.” I hurried out of the elevator and didn’t look back to see why he was laughing. I was annoyed at myself for the farce I had played on the man. Hopefully, he was only here for something quick and didn’t do a lot of business with Zoom or I could find myself in a complicated situation.

“There you are, Sarah.” Lewis came into my office just as I sat down. He watched me as I applied some lip-gloss and smiled. I could see him staring at my lips and so I made sure to lick them a few times. I knew that turned men on and I figured it wouldn’t hurt to have him crushing on me. Not that I would want to date him. He was cute enough, he looked like a beach blonde surfer but there was something about him that was just too boyish. I preferred my men to be manly. Like the man in the elevator, I allowed myself to think about him for a second—he was hot. I could still feel a flush on my body from being in his presence. It was a pity that he seemed like an asshole and that he was too old for me. He was someone I could have gone for in other circumstances.

“Hey, how can I help you, Lewis?” I beamed at him wondering if he was going to ask me on a date.

“So, I have some files that I’d like you to compare for me.” Oh no, I groaned inside. “I just got word that Mr. Green is going to be back earlier than we thought and he’s going to want the information analyzed and in a report on his desk as soon as he’s back.”

“Oh ok.” I bit my lip. “Do we know when that’s going to be?” Please let it be in a week or two minimum I prayed, so that I would have enough time to figure out what I was doing.

“No, I’m not sure.” Lewis sighed. “Harry’s plans change all the time. It could be in a few days, it could be in a few weeks; I’d rather we got it out of the way now, so we don’t have to worry about it.”

“Sure, sure.” I smiled assuredly at him. “I’ll take care of it ASAP.”

“Great.” He turned around and then stopped at the door. “And if you could create some spreadsheets with some macros that would be perfect.”

“Uh sure.” Macros? What was that? I thought to myself. “I’ll get to that on my Mac.”

“Ok.” He laughed. “So glad to have you aboard, Sarah. We’ll have to go out for drinks one night and exchange Harvard stories.”

“That sounds good.” I beamed at him, while panicking inside. As he walked out of the door, I quickly went to and searched, “Everything you need to know about Harvard University.”



Chapter 2

 The afternoon seemed to drag on. The files that Lewis had handed me to create spreadsheets from looked like a foreign language. I was attempting to create a pie chart from the information but I had no idea what information was meant to be in the chart.

“Shit,” I grumbled to myself. I wanted to call Jane to moan to her but I was too scared that she had already quit her job. I didn’t know what we were going to do if she had quit and I got fired. “Shit, shit, shit.” I got up and decided to go and get a coffee from the break room. One of the perks of Zoom Corp. was that we got free coffee and snacks all day long. And I was going to take advantage of that perk as long as it existed.

“Hey Lewis, I’m just going down to the break room to get a coffee. Do you want anything?” I popped my head into Lewis’s room as I walked to the elevator.

“No, I’m good.” He smiled. “But you should go up to the 40th floor. They have a kitchen there that has much better snacks.”

“Oh?” I frowned thinking about the man from the elevator. “I thought we were supposed to go the break room on the ground floor?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He laughed. “I go up all the time. It’s closer.”

“Oh ok.” I nodded and looked at my watch. Two hours had passed since my ride in the elevator, I’m sure that the man had gone already. I decided to go up. I danced around in the elevator as I rode up hoping that would wake my body up from the coma it had gone into after reading the boring files. I got out on the 40th floor and sang to myself as I got out. I was dancing along to a Chris Brown song. I was singing when someone came out of a room and crashed right into me.

“Watch where you’re going!” I snapped as I readied myself.

“You bumped into me.” The someone turned around and faced me and I groaned. It was the man from the elevator.

“Oh, it’s you,” I snarled at him.

“Oh please, don’t tell Ben on me.” His voice sounded worried.

“Who?” I looked at him with impatience.

“Your friend Ben, the CEO?” He looked at me with a raised eyebrow again.

“Oh, yeah yeah,” I hurriedly answered him. “You better watch out. He’ll be back soon and then I’ll have to tell him everything that’s been going on here.”

“Oh please, have mercy on me.” The man grabbed his heart. “I don’t want to die.

I looked at him curiously. “Aren’t you a bit old to be acting like a fool?”

He looked at me with a cocked face and burst out laughing again. I didn’t know what he found so amusing. “I’m not trying to be rude here…?” I waited for him to supply his name.


“I’m not trying to be rude, Bradley but I think you are too old to be as rude as you are.” I waited for his reaction, hoping he wouldn’t start shouting at me.

“Well…?” He waited for my name.


“Well Sarah, I think we are only as old as we feel, right?”

“I guess so.” I looked at him with pity; only the old said such things.

“I’m not going to be rude and ask you your age but I think you’ll find that as you get a bit older, you’ll be a lot wiser and be the happier for it.”


“You’ll also find that older men are a lot better in bed.” He grinned at me.

“Excuse me?” I felt my face flush red.

“Older men make better lovers.”

“I understood what you said,” I snapped.

“So why did you say excuse me, Sarah?” He came in closer to me. “If you want I could show you how much better older men are?”

I swallowed hard as I stared into his eyes. I wondered how I had never noticed them before. They were a beautiful ocean blue and I felt myself sinking into them.

“I could lean down right now and show you what it’s like to be kissed by an older man.” He bent his head so that his lips were mere millimeters from mine.

“No.” I breathed and gasped as I felt his lips on mine, warm and gentle. I walked back into the wall and felt his tongue push into my mouth, exploring and touching the insides of my teeth sensuously. I opened my mouth to say something but instead found my tongue exploring his mouth. He must have just been drinking coffee because he tasted a little bitter but addicting. I closed my eyes and reached my hands up to his face to pull him away, instead I found myself playing with his hair. It was short and silky and the ends tickled my fingers. My eyes opened immediately when I felt his hands on my waist and I saw him looking down at me with sparkling eyes. I pulled away from him with as much dignity as I could muster and frowned at him.

“Now that was uncalled for.” I tried to sound mad but my words came out breathlessly.

“You didn’t seem to mind just now.” He licked his lips and I watched his tongue slide back and forth on his luscious lips. Lips I had just been kissing.

“I don’t think you gave me a choice,” I bit back at him. “I’ve a mind…”

“To report me to Ben?” He finished my sentence for me and I turned my face up at him.

“You’re lucky you don’t work here, you know.” I pointed at him. “Or I’d have you turned in for sexual harassment.”

“Really?” He looked at me with a curled lip. “Well that’s a good thing then, isn’t it, Sarah?”

I flounced away from him and ignored the butterflies in my stomach. He had been right about one thing, older men sure did know how to kiss. My body was still reacting to the sweetness of his lips. I wanted to feel his hands on me again. I wanted to run my hands through his hair and I wanted his tongue in my mouth. I shook my head to banish my thoughts. The last thing I needed right now was a sexual escapade.

“So Sarah, what are you doing up here?” Bradley caught up with me and I sighed.

“I came to get some coffee.”

“Oh?” He looked at me curiously. “Isn’t there a break room downstairs?”

“Yes.” I sighed. “But Lewis, my boss, said I should just come up here.”

“Lewis Walker?” Bradley asked with a slight edge in his voice.

“Yes,” I said surprised. “You know him?”

“You could say that.” Bradley looked at me with a frown. “You work with Lewis?”

“Kinda,” I said evasively, not wanting to give him too much information.

“Are you his secretary?”

“Excuse me?” I turned towards him. “How dare you?”


“Just because I’m a woman I have to be a secretary?” I snarled.

“Whoa there, soldier.” He looked at me warily. “You’ve got a bit of a temper on you, huh?”

“No,” I snapped.

“Oh ok. I was wrong.” He paused and looked at his watch. “I think I have to go now.”

“Ok bye.” I turned around and started to walk back to the elevator, deciding it was better to forget about the coffee at this juncture.

“Wait.” He walked up to me, grabbed my arms and turned me around before bending down and kissing me again. I felt my head going woozy and it was all I could do to stay upright. I kissed him back like my life depended on it and finally he pulled away from me and shook his head. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

“Uhm, okay.” I didn’t know what else to say, as I was breathless.

“Do you want to go out tonight?”

“Go out?” I looked at him in shock. “With you?”

He laughed. “Most women don’t react that way when I ask them out.”

I looked at him and I could see why. He was gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. “Sorry, I don’t make a habit of dating older men.” Though I could be persuaded to date him. Very easily. But I knew it would be a bad idea. I’d had bad luck with the guys I dated before and I didn’t think he was the guy to break the tide.

“Who said it was a date?”

“Oh.” I didn’t know what to say to that. “Well, what would it be then?”

“Sometimes adults get together just for the hell of it.” He grinned a devilish grin. “But maybe you’re too young to know that.”

I frowned. If there was anything I hated it was being called too young for something. “I get together all the time with men,” I lied. I hadn’t been on a date in months and the last one had gone horribly.

“Good. I was thinking you might be a prude.” His eyes bore into mine as he spoke and I swallowed hard.

“Are you trying to make this some sort of booty-call?” I swallowed hard again, unable to believe that I, Sarah Smith was being propositioned for a booty-call with a handsome older man. This was not happening.

“Why? What do you kids call it now?” He did his eyebrow-raising thing at me again and I wanted to physically push his brows down with my fingers.

“I’m not in the…” I paused. I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t worldly. “We can go for a drink, I suppose.”

“Good.” He smiled and pulled out his phone. “Give me your number.”


“So I can call you later and figure out where we should meet?” He looked at me like I was a dope again.

“Oh.” I gave him my number somewhat reluctantly. There was no way I could get out of it now. “What’s yours?”

“You’ll get it when I call you.” His eyes twinkled at the look of fury on my face. He was really starting to annoy me.

“Anyway, I have to go back to work now.” I pushed the button for the elevator and waited.

“Yes. It would be good if you did some work today.” His laughter followed me as I rode down in the elevator. I studied my flushed cheeks in the reflective walls of the elevator and wondered if I had made a mistake giving Bradley my phone number. I wasn’t used to dating men and he seemed like he may be a bit more than I could handle. I shrugged my shoulders as I walked out of the elevator. I’d just go for one drink and that would be it. No big deal. And then I’d never see him again. I walked into my office and sighed, I had bigger concerns to worry about right now anyway. I pulled up my pie chart in PowerPoint and pressed delete. There was no way that this was what Lewis wanted me to create. I’d have to ask Jane what she thought when I got home. She was good with this sort of stuff. Maybe she could help me.



Chapter 3

“Sarah, this is your lucky week,” Jane squealed when I told her I had scored a hot date. I hadn’t been planning to tell her but when she started asking too many questions about the job, I decided to change the subject. I wasn’t feeling as confident about keeping the job as I had been on the phone earlier and didn’t want her worrying now that she had quit hers. “Tell me all about him.” She clasped my hands and pulled me over to the couch.

“Well, he’s really handsome.” And arrogant, I thought. “He was dressed very nicely.”

“Has he graduated already?”

“Uh, yeah.” I paused. I didn’t want Jane to know that he had graduated many years ago. “I think he graduated two years ago.”

“Ooh, an older man.” She laughed. “That’s exciting.”

“Yeah, he’s older alright.” I grinned back at her.

“How exciting! You got a new fabulous job and now you are dating a new hot guy.” She grinned. “This is so awesome. If I wasn’t so happy for you, I think I’d be jealous.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be jealous.” I smiled back at her weakly.

“So what are you going to wear tonight?” She jumped up. “Let’s go and check your wardrobe.”

“Oh. I wasn’t going to change.” I bit my lip. I didn’t want Bradley thinking I went home and got all dolled up for him. I wanted him to see me in my work clothes, unkempt and scruffy. Then he’d know I wasn’t interested in anything with him.

“Sarah. You cannot go on a date in a business suit.” Jane went through my closet and pulled out a dress. “What about this?”

“Uh, no way.” I immediately grabbed it from her. “This is a casual get together, Jane. I can’t go looking like I’m off to the prom.”

“It’s not that fancy.”

“It’s still too much.” I sighed. I walked over to my closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a black top. “This’ll do.”

“That top is not sexy, Sarah.” Jane frowned.

“I don’t want to look too sexy.”

“There is no such thing as too sexy, Sarah.” She grinned at me and held the top up. “Let’s make a compromise then, no bra.”

“No bra?” I screeched. “Are you joking?”

“Sarah, this is New York. And this top is too low-cut to look good with a bra.”

“I don’t wanna be popping out, Jane.” I pleaded with her. “It’s not like I am flat chested.”

“It’ll be fine, Sarah.” She laughed. “Change now and I’ll do your makeup and hair.”

I groaned and changed quickly. I looked at myself in the mirror and flushed. My boobs looked huge in the top and the cut made it look like they could pop out at any time.

“Sexy.” She grinned at me. “Plus, you know he’ll eat it up. You’ll drive him crazy with desire and have him begging you for another date.”

“Ha.” I laughed but something in me clicked. It would be nice to have Bradley wanting me. That would teach him. He was so cocky and full of himself. I’d have some fun with him tonight, make him think he was going to get some and then go home. That would show him. I laughed again, this time with a lot more joy. “Okay, make me up, Jane.”

She squealed with delight and ran to get her flatiron and makeup kit. By the time she was done with me, I looked like a sleek blonde bombshell. “You look amazing, Sarah.” She grinned. “He is going to be eating out of your hands.”

“Yeah.” I frowned and looked at my phone. “But he hasn’t called me yet. Maybe he changed his mind?”

Jane shook her head. “He’ll call.” And then as if on cue, my phone rang.

“Hello,” I answered the phone sounding bored, though my heart was beating with a strange excitement. I tried to ignore the feeling.



“Yes.” He chuckled. “It’s Bradley.”

“Can I help you?” I spoke in a prim voice and Jane looked at me oddly.

“Meet me in the Village at Bucks.” He didn’t ask so much as order me.

“Ok.” I had no idea where it was but I figured I could look it up on Yelp.

“When can you be there?”

“In an hour.” I figured that is how long the trains would take to get me out of Brooklyn and into Manhattan.

“Okay. I’ll see you there.” And he hung up. I took the phone away from my ear annoyed. I couldn’t stand it when guys were abrupt with me. Who did he think he was? I was even more determined to be a big tease and then leave him.

“Are you guys still going out?” Jane questioned me.

“Yeah. I’m meeting him in the city. Help me look up the place.” We went over to my laptop and pulled up the address on Yelp.

“Wow, swanky,” Jane commented as we looked at the photos and reviews. “That’s a nice place for a first date. I don’t know many guys that would take me there.” She sighed wistfully.

“Yeah, me either.” I didn’t bother adding on that most guys we dated were too young to even consider going for a drink at someplace that didn’t have dollar beers. “Anyway, I better go. I’ll see you later.” I gave her a quick hug and rushed out of the door.

 I arrived at Bucks an hour and half later. The A train had been delayed and I hadn’t known how else to get there. I ran from the subway to Bucks and arrived extremely out of breath. I looked around when I walked in and saw Bradley sitting in a booth with a hot blonde. She looked like a model and I studied her jealously. I knew I was cute but I was never going to be a model. She started laughing at something Bradley said and reached her hand over to touch his arm. Surprisingly, he removed her hand from his arm and shifted away from her slightly. I was surprised. I would have thought he would have been all over the lady. I studied him from where I stood, he was wearing jeans and a white shirt and in the dark light, he looked younger than I remembered. He looked up, saw me then, and called me over. I walked slowly blown away by the warm smile he had given me when he saw me.

He stood up and looked me up and down before giving me a hug. “You look good enough to eat,” he whispered in my ear as he held me close to him. I felt my breasts pushed against the hardness of his chest and enjoyed the warmth of his body next to mine.

“You look like you are well occupied.” I gave him a tight smile as I withdrew from him reluctantly.

“Sarah, meet Alexandria. Alexandria, meet Sarah.” He introduced me to the model and I smiled at the lady, who just looked me up and down dismissively and then stood up. She reached over and kissed Bradley on the cheek. “Call me,” she said to him and then walked away. I watched her go, happy to be alone with Bradley.

“What would you like to drink, Sarah?” Bradley called over a waiter and ordered himself a scotch on the rocks.

“Uhm, Malibu Sprite, please.” I ordered a drink, even though I had told myself that I wasn’t going to drink that evening.

“So Sarah, are you going to tell me what you do at Zoom?” He smiled at her softly and adjusted his position in the seat so that his thigh was resting against mine.

“No.” I smiled at him sweetly and attempted to move away from him.

“Ok.” He smiled. “So what shall we talk about?” He moved closer to me once again and I felt him running his fingers up and down my thigh.

“You decide. You invited me.” I put my hand down on his to stop him from trailing it up and down my leg. I was starting to enjoy the feel of it too much and I didn’t want to let him think he could get whatever he wanted from me.

“So, tell me about yourself,” he whispered in my ear. I jumped when I felt his tongue slide in and out of my ear canal.

“Uhm, what are you doing?” I looked at him in shock, though I was starting to feel turned on.

“I just wanted to see if your ear was as sweet as your mouth.” He grinned at me and I felt butterflies shoot through my stomach.

“That’s not really appropriate is it?” I looked at him sternly.

“We’re both adults, right?” He grinned at me and started running his fingers up and down my thigh again. He looked into at my face and then deliberately let his gaze fall to my heaving breasts. “You have beautiful breasts.” He licked his lips. “Are they real?”

“Of course they’re real,” I shot out. “What do you think I am? A two-bit Barbie?”

“They just don’t look very real.” His voice was even as he looked at her. “Sorry.”

“What do you mean they don’t look real?” I frowned at him and looked down at my chest.

“They just seem too big and perfect to be real.” His voice held doubt. “I mean, I’ve seen plenty of breasts and these look fake to me.”

“Well, I can inform you that they are real.” I glared at him.

“Well, if you let me do the touch test, I can verify that.”

“The what?” I squinted at him. Did this guy think I was a fool?

“The touch test.” He leaned in close to me and slid his hand up my stomach and held it still just under my breast. “You see you can always feel if breasts are real or fake.” He slid his hand up so that it was cupping my breast. I gasped and stared into his eyes, mesmerized by his gaze and how good his hands felt on me. “Real breasts have a droop to them and,” he paused and pinched my nipple, which made me gasp, “when you pinch a real nipple the woman feels it.” His hand left my breast and he smiled. “I guess you were right and your breasts are real.”

I came out of my reverie and slapped him across the face. “How dare you manhandle me like that?” I glared at him. “I don’t know what sort of whores you normally go for drinks with but I’m not one of them.”

He looked back at me silently but his eyes were glowing with mirth. “Sorry.” He picked up my hand and kissed it softly. “I’ll not touch them without permission again.”

“Good.” I sat back and crossed my legs. I could feel that my panties were moist and I rearranged my legs again. Bradley had made me horny and now all I could think about were his hands on my thighs again.

“So maybe you can decide what we talk about then?” His voice was low and I had a feeling he was laughing at me.

“Why don’t you tell me what you do for a living?” I looked at him curiously.

“A bit of this and a bit of that.”

“Great answer.” I sighed. He was really starting to irritate me and I couldn’t stop thinking about his hands on me.

“So when did you graduate from college, Sarah?”


“I was wondering how old you were?” He smiled. “It might help me understand why you are so skittish.”

“I’m not skittish.” I glared at him.

“Most women I date are happy to feel my touch.” His mouth came down on mine and he kissed me again. I kept my mouth closed at first but as I felt his tongue slip into my mouth, I opened it up and kissed him back with as much passion as I could. I got lost in the moment and pushed myself into him, running my hands over his chest and allowing his hands to roam all over my back. When we eventually separated, he looked at me and grinned. “I guess you showed me.”

I laughed at the look on his face. He was gorgeous. When again would I have the chance to hook up with someone so handsome? I thought back to my plan to tease him and then leave but realized that was something an immature person would do. Every fiber in my body was telling me to sleep with him. To have a one-night stand with him. I’d never have to see him again.

“I guess I did.” Without thinking, I pushed him back into the chair and leaned in to kiss him again. This time I didn’t hold back at all and allowed my hands to run down his jeans and over his crotch. I grinned as I felt his intake of breath. I may be young and slightly inexperienced but I wasn’t a prude. I’d watched plenty of movies to have a few tricks up my sleeves. When I eventually pulled back, Bradley looked at me with eyes full of lust.

“Spend the night with me,” he whispered in my ears. “Let me ravish you.”

I leaned back and looked at him, unsure of what to say. He could sense my hesitation and leaned in towards me. “Let me show you what it’s like to sleep with a man, and not a boy.” He took my hand and guided it to his jeans and rested it on his crotch. “Let me show you how a man can fuck you.” I gasped at his words and involuntarily grabbed his cock. It was hard beneath my touch. It felt hard and thick and long through his jeans and I felt my body melting inside. He was right about one thing. The guys I had been with before had just been boys; nothing about them had been particularly exciting. This man had me feeling wetter and hornier from a kiss than I’d had ever felt before in my life. I closed my eyes and made a decision.

“Okay.” I opened my eyes and looked at him. “I’ll spend the night with you.”


Scarred by Helen Cooper- A Teaser

I will be publishing a new book in February called ‘Scarred’. The first teaser to this book is below. Please enjoy!


Helen Cooper

This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Copyright © 2012 by Helen Cooper


Chapter 1


They say that you never know the exact minute your life has changed. That circumstances and situations happen and one day you wake up and you just feel differently. It’s meant to be gradual- a shift in your life is like the rotation of the sun, it happens so slowly that you barely know it’s happening. That’s not how it happened for me. I know the exact time and day that my life changed.

I’m just a small town girl with an average life though I always dreamed of more. I wanted to be a famous Hollywood actress, the darling of America with men lining up to date me. Only I’d never acted, not even in school plays. In fact I didn’t even like acting. Or actors. I thought they were pretentious. I just wanted the admiration and the love that came with the profession. I suppose it has to do with my childhood. At least that’s what the psychology books tell me. I’m a bit of a psychology buff. Not from choice really but from fate. You see I work in a library and we recently got a huge donation of psychology books from some old guy that became a famous psychologist and was from our town. He was ‘giving back’. Nelly, the librarian acted like she was happy but I know she would have preferred a cash donation. Now that would have been really giving back.

It was the day that the thousands of psychology books arrived that my life changed. I was in charge of stacking all of the books in our new self-help section when Mary Macalister walked up to me and asked me the time. It was 1.37pm. She thanked me and walked back to her group of friends. A group of girls I’d gone to High School with- none of them were my friends though. They stood there laughing and gossiping about college stuff. They were all juniors at the University of Iowa, back home in our small town of Jonesville on Christmas vacation. I watched them curiously, looking to see how’d they changed. These were the popular girls from school- you know them, all blond, all cute, all skinny and all of them had a brain about the size of a pea. Well, some of them had larger brains but you know what I mean. They were all younger than me by a year or two but I still knew them- in a town as small as ours, you knew everyone who was within a few years of you.

“Did you hear that Bryce Evans was back in town?” One of the girls giggled to Mary, the de facto leader of the group. I looked at my watch to pretend I wasn’t eavesdropping. It was 1.40pm. I look back at that time as the moment my heart stopped beating for ten seconds.

“No, does Suzannah know?” Mary asked giggly blond #1.

“I don’t know.” Giggle, giggle. I wanted to ask her what was so funny? “Shall we call and ask her?”

“No.” Mary smiled slyly.  “She had her chance. Now it’s my turn.” She turned to the gaggle of geese, I mean the other girls around her, and drew them in close to her. “Let’s go shopping. I need to get a new outfit to wow Bryce in.”

“Okay Mary.” They all chimed together and waddled out of the library. I stood there watching them leave and smiled slowly. Bryce Evans was back. I felt excited and disappointed all at the same time. It didn’t really matter if he was back. We weren’t friends. He had no reason to call me and I had no reason to call him. Unless I wanted to come clean about the letters. Which I didn’t, well part of me wanted to, but I didn’t really know what that would accomplish. But wow, Bryce was back. Jonesville High School Quarterback extraordinaire. The pride and joy of our town. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a town party that weekend; his dad was the mayor after-all. I sighed and went back to stacking books. Even if I wanted to go I knew that I couldn’t. Even if some miracle happened and I was actually invited. But I knew that there was no way that my mom would be all right with that. No way at all.




I drove to the dog pound when I got off of work. That’s where my best friend Anna works. We’ve been best friends since Kindergarten. And we’ve never left Jonesville. After High School we both went to the local community college and got jobs doing things we loved. I went to work at the library and she worked at Jonesville Animal Services. We lived at home with our parents, watched ‘The Bachelor’ and split large pizzas. Our lives were simple and uneventful and they always had been. We were the invisible girls. The ones who never got noticed. We just sort of blended in. But we never spoke about it. It was just the way things were. We accepted our lot in life. I mean we were really happy with how life had turned out for us. Well, I wasn’t really happy. Really happy would be a hot guy noticing me- and just once giving me that look that screamed “Wow, you are hot and I want you right now.” That’s never happened to me though.

I waited in my car until Anna came out and she jumped into my 1998 Ford Escort with a huge smile. “Bongo got adopted today.” She grinned.

“Finally, I thought you were going to add a 4th dog to your crew.” I smiled, happy that Bongo wasn’t going to be joining Anna’s circus of animals.

“I don’t think my dad would have approved.” She laughed and I joined in. Anna’s dad, Dr. Ross had told her that she couldn’t bring any more animals into the home, which I think was perfectly understandable. She did have 3 dogs, 2 cats, 2 rabbits, a canary and a hamster. Her house was like a zoo and smelled like one too, though I tried not to say anything when we hung out.

“So who adopted Bongo?” I asked, wondering who had been crazy enough to adopt the crazy mutt that chased everything at 50 mph while barking up a storm. The only reason why people weren’t scared of him was because he was small, a terrier mix of some-sort. But he was crazy. Literally crazy. I think he should have been prescribed doggy Xanax but who am I to say anything?

“Luke.” She grinned at me.

“Oh no. You talked Luke into adopting him?” I sighed. “That means I am likely going to be the one who has to take care of him.”

“Well he was the only one I could convince.” She grinned. “And you know Bongo needed a forever home.”

“Argh, Anna, I could kill you.” I groaned and started the car. “Did he pick him up already?”

“Yes.” Anna pulled out her phone. “Shall I tell him we’re coming over?”

“Let’s go for a shake first.” I looked at my friend and smiled. “I have something to tell you before we go to Luke’s.”

“Wait what?” Anna frowned at me and leaned towards me. I knew she was curious as to what I had to tell her that I didn’t want Luke to hear. Luke was our other best friend. Well, that’s not exactly true. He’s my other best friend. Luke and I had been friends since Sixth Grade. He and I shared a love of books and he had wormed his way into our little circle. Anna and Luke had never grown as close as he and I had, but they weren’t enemies or anything. I had a feeling that Anna had a crush on Luke but she had never actually admitted that to me.

“Bryce Evans is back in town.” I kept my face looking forward as I said the words. I wasn’t sure if my beating heart or Anna’s gasp was louder.

“No way.” Anna’s voice was shocked and breathless and I grinned to myself.

“Yes. Mary Macalister and her posse came into the library today and I heard them talking about it.”

“So he’s back for good?”

“I don’t know.”

“Did he leave the army?”

“How would I know?” I sighed exasperated.

“Is he going to go to college?”

“Anna.” I shouted. “How would I know any of that?”

“Sorry.” Her voice was small. “What are you going to do?”

“There isn’t really much I can do.” I bit my lip. “But we need to create a plan anyways.”

“Okay.” Anna paused. “Are you going to tell him about the letters?”

“Anna.” I shushed her. “You know we can’t talk about the letters.”

“Luke’s not here.” She sighed.

“There are listening ears everywhere Anna.” I pulled into Steak N Shake. “We only talk about the letters in my room in my house.” I paused. “With the windows and the doors shut tightly.”

“Omg, you would think you were in the CIA or FBI Lexi. No-one cares.”

“You know it can’t get out Anna.”

“Why not?” She frowned. “It’s not really a big deal.”

“Anna.” I frowned at her saddened. She knew how important the letters had been to me. How I kept them in a locked box under my bed. I think they were my most prized possession.

“Fine.” She pulled out her phone. “I need to text Luke and tell him that we won’t be over for a while.”

“What why?” I looked at her confused.

“I kind of told him we’d come over to play with him and Bongo when you picked me up from work.”

“Of course you did.” I laughed. “Don’t tell me Luke thinks I’m going to bring food over as well?”

“No.” Her voice was low.

“That’s a yes.” I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Anna, you do know that I now own a dog thanks to you.”

“Maybe Luke will look after him?”

“Yeah right.” I tried to pretend I was angry but I was too happy to do a good job. I told you my acting skills weren’t that great.

“You know you and Luke spend every day together anyways.” Anna smiled at me and looked at me with wistful eyes.

“Yeah, I guess so.” I laughed. Luke and his parents had moved next door to my mother and I when we were in 9th Grade and we did see each other almost every day. Honestly, I had seen him every day since he moved in, except for one summer when he had gone camping without me. We had bedrooms that faced each other and sometimes we spent nights talking on our walkie-talkies to each other. Luke was the male version of me. Only he was taller, smarter and more sensible.

“Did he make a decision about moving to Boston yet?”

“No.” I frowned. “I told him he should go.”

“You’ll miss him though?” Ana opened the door for me and we sat down in a booth.

“Of course I will. But MIT. That’s an awesome awesome opportunity.”

“Yeah.” She studied the menu. “And he can afford it now.”

“Yeah.” I felt a sudden dullness in my heart. Luke had gotten into MIT when we graduated from high school but he hadn’t been able to afford the tuition. His dad had been laid off from his job at the post office and his mother was a CNA so there wasn’t much they could do to help. So he had enrolled at the community college with Anna and I and started his own computer software company. He had graduated with his AA after one year and had made oodles of money creating educational software and selling them to some fancy internet company in San Francisco. He had paid off his parents mortgage and was now working on some new software for an online dating agency. And now MIT was interested in him again, in fact, they had come wooing him. I was proud of my friend but was scared to think about what my life would be like if he left Jonesville.

“Are you ever going to tell Luke about your letters to Bryce?”

“Maybe.” I sighed. “I just don’t think he’ll understand. He’ll think I’m sappy.”

“I think he would be happy to hear you were interested in a new guy.”

“Not really. Not after what happened in high school. He doesn’t really like Bryce. And he would not understand why some fake letters were important to me.”

“The letters weren’t fake!”

“Well you know, my persona was. Who knows if Bryce would have responded if he had known it was me- Lexi Lord?”

“You think he would have ignored you?” Anna looked perplexed.

“No.” I laughed. “I doubt he even knows who Lexi Lord is.” I was being honest. Bryce Evans. Star Quarterback. Golden boy of Jonesville. Son of the mayor. Gorgeous stud. Bryce, the guy I had daydreamed about every day in high school likely had no idea who I was. I doubt he would recognize my name or my face. And why would he? We didn’t hang out in the same circles. We’d never had the same friends. We had only ever had one real conversation. And that was on a night I hated to think about. It was the worst and best night of my life.

“Don’t look now.” Anna hissed at me from across the table and I looked at her in confusion.

“What?” I said loudly. “I didn’t really hear what you said.”

“I said don’t look now.” She whispered loudly and of course I immediately looked around the room. My heart stopped before I saw him. I guess my body knew before my brain did. It was like I was tuned into him on some deeper level. I couldn’t stop myself from staring. There standing at the counter was Bryce Evans. He was by himself and his back was to me, but I knew it was him. I would recognize the back of his body anywhere. Even though he had cut off all of his hair. I guess the army made him do it, which was a shame. He had had gorgeous golden blond tresses in high school- he’d looked more like a surfer than a football player. But now he had a buzz cut. It was as if he had sensed me staring at him because he turned around slowly frowning and looked around the restaurant. I was caught off guard and our eyes met. I stared at his face and was captivated by the deep lines of stress on his face. Bryce had aged past his 23 years. He looked at least 30. He was a dark tan in color and his blue eyes looked subdued. They had lost their usual sparkle. That playful glint that had had all the girls and teachers captivated. He was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a white tee-shirt and I thought to myself that I had never seen such a great outfit on a guy. But I guessed that was because this was Bryce. He frowned at me one more time before turning back around and I averted my gaze and turned back to Anna.

“So I guess he’s really back huh?” She smiled at me while studying my face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Of course. I’m fine.” I lied to Anna. I was disappointed. I had hoped, no matter what I had said to Anna that Bryce would have somehow known that the letters were from me. That he would have figured it out. That when he saw me, something would have clicked in him and he would have known. That I was the girl he had exchanged letters with for 2 years. The girl he had said helped him get through the war. That he owed his life too. I wished he had known it was me; I wished that he had come running up to me and gathered me into his arms and plastered me with kisses. That had been my dream. Ever since we had stopped writing. Well, ever since I had stopped writing. And this was why. Because I knew that to me, his letters had meant the world. But to him- to him, I was nothing but a random girl with a PO Box that had decided to start writing a soldier.

“Lexi, are you okay?” Anna reached over the table and grasped my hand.

“Yes, of course.” I smiled at her tightly, blinking away the tears in my eyes that wanted to fall.

“You didn’t expect him to come over and say hi did you Lex?” Anna looked at me with wide worried eyes.

“No.” I lied as I tried studied her face hard.

“Lexi!” Anna bit her lip and I smiled at her softly. She knew me too well. I studied her face to stop thinking about Bryce and my disappointment. She was really quite pretty in a demure way. She had shoulder length brown hair and light brown eyes, with a spattering of freckles across her cheeks. She was average height and build and while some people may say she had an average look, I only saw her as beautiful. She was one of those girls that would be beautiful if she wore some makeup and better fitting clothes. But she just didn’t care about that stuff.

“It’s okay.” I couldn’t stop myself from looking at Bryce again and saw him walking towards Anna and I. My breath caught in my mouth as I wondered if he was coming to talk to us. Were my dreams about to come true?

“Lexi, stop staring.” Anna hissed. But I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t drag my eyes away from him. My eyes were hungry to take in his appearance. This was the face I had dreamt about for years.

“Hi.” He smiled and nodded at me as he walked past our table and I thought I was going to die. Or faint. Neither of those things ended up happening but I felt a surge of electricity run through me. Every nerve in my body was excited and on edge.

“Hi.” My voice squeaked as I answered him but he had already passed our table. I turned to look at Anna and she stared back at me with a gob smacked look on her face.

“He said hi.” She squealed. “He said hi.”

“Anna, I think I am going to throw up.” I pressed the glass of water to my forehead and closed my eyes to replay the scene in my head. Bryce Evans had smiled and said hi to me. I wasn’t sure if he recognized me from high school or if he had some karmic intuition that told him who I was. All I knew was that I wasn’t invisible anymore.

“We have to go.” Anna jumped up and dropped $10 on the table. “Pay me back later Lexi.” She pulled my arm up and we ran out of the restaurant and into the parking lot. I ran to my car with my arms in the air and screamed with excitement. I screamed so loudly that I could see an elderly couple across the street looking at me in concern but I didn’t care. I suddenly felt alive and hopeful. Maybe I did have a chance with Bryce. Maybe, just maybe I could become the girl everyone wanted to be. The girl I wanted to be.



Chapter 2


I couldn’t look up from the steering wheel. Not even when I heard the screams of some silly schoolgirl. I knew I should look up to see if everything was okay but I couldn’t. The sweat from my forehead dripped onto the leather wheel. My hands felt clammy. I knew I was having a panic attack. I breathed in and out like the doctor had told me to do. Everything would be okay. I just needed to focus. It was strange being back in Jonesville. It was like going back to watch an old movie from Childhood. On first appearance everything was similar and the same and then the more you observed and listened, the more you wondered if you had ever really seen the movie before.

My dad had been happy to see me home. It was an election year and I was going to be a great boost to his campaign. He had already asked me to attend some town hall meetings with him. He wanted everyone to see that his son had returned from war, from serving his country. And of course they would all come, because they loved me. I was Bryce Evans, football star, and son of the mayor. I could do no wrong in anyone’s eyes. I truly was the golden boy. Or so they thought. They had no idea that behind my blue eyes and blond hair, I was someone no one really knew. That behind my handsome face, there was a man, who was ashamed of soo many things.

After a few minutes, I lifted my head and sat upright in my car. I looked around it with a quick smile. It was as I remembered it. Musty, cool, secretive. Dad had given me this Mustang when I got my driver’s license. I had lost my virginity in this car. I had smoked my first joint in this car. And I had turned down a full ride to Notre Dame in this car. Sometimes I felt like this car was my home. I was glad to see that Dad hadn’t sold it when I went away. He had been soo mad at me, so distraught, that I had turned down a full ride and a spot on the football team at Notre Dame to join the Marines. He couldn’t believe that I was one of the few, the proud, the brave, and the courageous. No one had understood why I had made the decision. But maybe that was because I had never told anyone why.

I suppose it was because it was a decision I had never thought I was going to make. I had pretty much had my bags packed for Notre Dame until that night. I had had my life outlined, mapped in my head. I knew who I was, where I was going and I didn’t care who got caught up in my web. I was the golden boy to everyone in Jonesville but I had had a dark side. I suppose it was inevitable that someone like me, who had been given soo much would turn out the way that I did. At least that was what the doctor had said. But at least I had realized the path I was on before it was too late. That night I made a decision that changed my life. I had to.

But it didn’t make me proud or happy. It didn’t make me think I was a good man. It only emphasized to me just how fucked up I was. And I was reliving those emotions all over again. Why had I gone to Steak N Shake? I had known as soon as I entered the restaurant that something was different. And when I had turned around and seen her face, I had felt panicked. She had been staring at me like she knew everything. I couldn’t face her so I had turned around quickly, heart straining from the pressure. I knew that I was going into panic mode as soon as I felt my body go cold. I had had to walk out of the restaurant quickly. I suppose I’m a sucker for drama because I had walked past her table and smiled. She had looked at me like a lost lamb.

I was mad at myself for saying hi. I should have ignored her. But I couldn’t. Her brown eyes had stared at me with the same look they had had that night, all those years ago.

I felt like she knew. Which I knew wasn’t possible. There was no way that she could have known. For all I knew she thought of me as her savior. That was how the evening had gone down after-all. I had looked like the golden boy once again. But it had been my entire fault in the first place. But she had looked at me that night with such innocence and trust. That look had struck at my heart. It had pierced my hurt evil veil and awakened me. And I thought that perhaps I had been given a second chance to make everything all right. And then the accident had happened. At least they said it was an accident. I didn’t think it was. And that was my fault as well. And it was then that I knew I had to give my life. It was the least I could do. I had to go away and fight for my country and if I died, that would have been the least I could have done to atone for what I had done.

It had been a mistake for me to come back to Jonesville. It had brought back too many memories. Memories I had spent the last four years trying to rid myself of. Only the dull pain that lit up my heart was accompanied by something else. A strange emotion that I didn’t recognize. I closed my eyes and breathed in and out again. Darkness and then her face greeted me. The face that had haunted me every night of my stay away from this place. I couldn’t believe that I had seen her. Lexi Lord. The girl who had turned my world upside down.

My ringing phone interrupted me from my dark thoughts and I sighed when I saw Suzannah’s name. “Hello?” I tried to keep my tone upbeat.

“Bryce?” She giggled. I had no idea what was soo funny.

“Yes?” I wasn’t going to give her the benefit of the doubt and let her know I knew it was her.

“It’s Suzannah.”

I didn’t answer and there was a moment of silence. “Your girlfriend.” She giggled again. “Well, your ex girlfriend.”

“Oh, hi Suzannah.” I kept my tone polite.

“I heard you’re back in town?” Giggle.


“You didn’t call?”

“Why would I call you?” My tone was not so pleasant. I couldn’t believe that she had the gall to act upset. She is the one who never once wrote me a letter or called me once I shipped off to boot camp. As soon as I announced I wasn’t going to Notre Dame, she had pretty much dumped me. I guess a boyfriend in the military hadn’t been a part of her plan.

“Oh Bryce, don’t be silly.” She giggled. “We loved each other once.”

I sighed and kept my mouth shut. Who was I to ruin her dream of the past? I wanted to tell her that sex wasn’t love but I knew that was unkind and I was trying very hard to not be that person.

“Can I help you Suzannah?”

“Well Mary told me that your dad is going to have a party and I was wondering if you would be comfortable with me coming?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” My question was legitimate. It had been four years. I was over her betrayal by now. In fact I was glad that she hadn’t waited for me.

“I’m sorry about Eddie.”

“It doesn’t matter.” My jaw clenched as she mentioned his name.

“Bryce, I hope you don’t blame me.” Her voice was serious now.

“Look Suzannah. I don’t mind if you come to the party okay. But I have to go.”

“Can I call you later.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” I sighed and hung up. I rubbed my throbbing temples and sighed. It had been a mistake coming back to Jonesville. A huge mistake. I had never planned on it. When I left I had sworn that I would never go back again. But I couldn’t stop myself. Not when the letters had stopped coming. I knew I had to come back to town and find out whom the sender of the letters had been. Who the girl of my dreams was. The one who seemed to understand what it was like to be lost and lonely on the inside when everyone thought you had it together on the outside. I had no name to go by as she had signed her letters simply as Miss and I had no street address as she had used a P.O. Box. My first mission was going to be trying to get the name of the person the P.O. Box belonged to and to take it from there. I had to know whom the girl was that had made things bearable for me at war. Who the girl was that had crushed me when she had stopped writing. I’d sent exactly 10 letters that had gone unanswered before I had given up. Part of me was scared that she had died, or that something bad had happened to her. I just wanted to make sure that she was okay.

At least that was what I had told myself. Part of me thought I was in love with her. Though I’d never seen her. She had seemed to understand me. The real me. It was if she wouldn’t judge me for anything. I had wanted to tell her what had happened all those years ago. With Eddie. And with Lexi Lord. I had thought she could do what the marines and war hadn’t been able to do; allow me the opportunity to move on with my life. Allow me to see that I could forgive myself.

I had decided to come back to Jonesville because I needed to know who she was. I needed to know she was okay. I needed to look into her eyes and to thank her. And so here I was, back in a town that was ready to welcome me back with open arms. I was treated like more of a hero than I was before I left.

I was the Golden Boy incarnate. I could do no wrong. It was a weird feeling having everyone love me. Everyone wanting to be me. Everyone watching me with awe and admiration. I had the perfect life. That’s what they all thought. Bryce Evans, the golden child. But they didn’t know what really went on. What happened behind closed doors. What existed behind my big blue eyes. They didn’t know that there existed in me a hate soo strong that I was capable of doing very bad things.

I looked at the clock on my dashboard and sighed. I had to go home now. I knew that my parents would be waiting for me. My loving mother was beyond ecstatic that I was home and in one piece. She lived for me and I had broken her heart when I had gone away. She had written me faithfully everyday. I knew that she lived for my responses just like she had lived for my games, and my report cards and my college acceptances. Sometimes I just wanted to shake her to see if I could get through to her. I wanted to scream and shout and tell her to get a life. To tell her that I wasn’t worth it. That the pills weren’t worth it. That we all knew that the water she sipped all day was Vodka. But she was my mother and so I didn’t.

All my life people had envied me being the Mayor’s son. Not just because my dad was the mayor but because he was charismatic, and rich and funny and he captured people in his spell. My doctor said that he was the root of all of my problems. The catalyst to that night. That if I hadn’t found out what he was doing, I wouldn’t have done what I did. Lexi Lord wouldn’t have been a target.

Whenever I thought of her I wanted to forget everything. She probably didn’t even know who I was. She and her friends weren’t caught up in the drama that was Jonesville High. She was special. And I had nearly ruined that. Nearly ruined her. And for what? As I drove into my driveway and turned off the car, I knew that I had to make things right. And ultimately the only person who could do that would be Lexi. No matter the cost to me. I had to speak to her. Even if she had no idea who I was asides from the night. I needed to absolve things properly. Going to war had been the coward’s way of trying to fix things. I needed to do it right this time.

I bit my lip as I thought about what I should do next. And then it hit me. What better way than to invite her to my party. She may think an invitation out of the blue was odd though. I had 3 days to figure out a way to get her to my party without it looking suspicious.

I jumped out of my car with a vigor I hadn’t felt since being back in town. I had a plan and I hoped that I was making the right decision bringing everything up again.

This is the end of the teaser. I hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to leave a comment below. ‘Scarred’ will be published in February 2013. If you want to be notified when it is available please join my mailing list here. I will be having a cover reveal soon!