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My life has always been
safe. I like it that way. I grew up in a fake society where plastic
hearts rule. If our hearts are made of plastic, they can never be
broken. My parents have expectations and I do everything I can to meet
them, even if it means giving up on my own dreams.
Now, all I want is to be free to make my own choices.
Dane Wright is everything I have been warned to stay away from. We met one night while I was with my perfect, parent-approved boyfriend and I haven’t stopped thinking about him. I don’t want to like him. I am doing everything I can to ignore his pull, but my heart seems to want what it cannot have, what it has never had.
Can he measure up? He may think I am too good for him, but maybe he is too good for me.
Life is a series of choices and I have never been able to make my own. Until one day, when my heart decides to make a choice for me.
Now, all I want is to be free to make my own choices.
Dane Wright is everything I have been warned to stay away from. We met one night while I was with my perfect, parent-approved boyfriend and I haven’t stopped thinking about him. I don’t want to like him. I am doing everything I can to ignore his pull, but my heart seems to want what it cannot have, what it has never had.
Can he measure up? He may think I am too good for him, but maybe he is too good for me.
Life is a series of choices and I have never been able to make my own. Until one day, when my heart decides to make a choice for me.
Excerpt:
I felt a finger under
my chin, lifting my gaze back up to his eyes. “Hi,” he said. I couldn’t quite
hear his voice, but I could read his amazing lips under the strobe lights. God,
he was beautiful, the type of beautiful that renders me temporarily speechless.
I wasn’t sure how long I stood there searching for something to say, but it was
long enough for me to completely forget my own name.
“I’m here with my
boyfriend,” I finally blurted. It came out so quickly I wasn’t even sure he
understood a word I said. Why did I always turn into a blabbering mess when I
was nervous? Did I mention that when he smiled, two magnificent dimples
appeared? Dammit.
I watched him look
around and then he smiled. “I don’t see a boyfriend. Sorry, you’re going to
have to come up with something a little better than that. Try again.” Who did
this guy think he was?
I pressed my lips into
a tight line. “No, I’m really here with my boyfriend. Right, Jade?” I turned
around to pull her into the conversation, but she was gone. This was not going
well. This mystery man had unnerved me by putting his hands on my body and
flashing those incredible dimples and there was no one around to save me. I was
stuck on the dance floor with a sexy stranger while my boyfriend and best
friend were nowhere to be found. Ryan was probably sitting at the bar, slowly
nursing his first beer, while Jade was doing God
knows what with a guy whose name she would never know.
I hesitantly turned
back toward him until our eyes met again. He seemed amused as he continued to
smile down at me. “So do you want to keep dancing? Or can I buy you a drink?”
He shouted over the music.
Lisa De Jong is a wife, mother and full-time number cruncher who lives in the Midwest. Her writing journey involved insane amounts of coffee and many nights of very little sleep but she wouldn't change a thing. She also enjoys reading, football and music.
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