My name is Meghan Foster and I'm going to save you from yourself.
That is, if a certain someone doesn't stop me...
Don't let the pretty face fool you. I am a product of a seriously troubled past, but I'm a resilient little bugger. I'm a night shift stock replenishing machine and if by chance, you don't think that sounds too exciting? You are sorely mistaken, my friend. This is my life. I can't explain it. I won't even attempt to try.
I do have certain powers of persuasion that I am more than willing to use, especially if aforementioned 'certain someone' doesn't interfere.
His name is Lance and he is by far the most delicious creature I've ever laid eyes on. I have no idea who he is or what he wants with me, but I guess I'm about to find out the hard way...
Who says stocking shelves is boring?
EXCERPT:
Later I’m sitting on the dock, a stupid grin on my face. Carly and Herb are locked in a passionate embrace next to the dumpster, he’s licking her face. Holy crap, Herb…tone it down! He’s just so overenthusiastic, and quite frankly? She doesn’t seem to mind.
“Wrong.”
“What’s wrong? He thinks about her all the time. I think it’s sweet.” I refuse to look at Lance as he crouches next to me.
“Does she ever think about him?” That one had me thinking.
No, not exactly.
“He has a girlfriend,” Lance states in a low voice.
“No, he doesn’t,” I reply, shaking my head with confidence.
“Yes he does. Oh! And did I forget to mention his girlfriend is pregnant?”
I bite my lip. Lance doesn’t lie.
“He never talks about her. Hell, he never even thinks about her. He only ever thinks about Carly! I swear…” I whisper uncertainly.
“That’s because he’s a selfish bastard. And now…my misguided little matchmaker…you are officially…a home-wrecker. Good going, ass.”
Suddenly Carly pulls from his embrace, smacking Herb across his face with a resounding Crack! She storms away, leaving a very confused Herb holding the side of his face.
“That’ll leave a mark…”
I roll my eyes at Lance’s whispered words.
I’m biting my nails. I just wanted to do was something nice tonight. Maybe something to counteract my stunt with Monica… I just wanted to feel good about myself. Now I feel like shit.
I’m being hauled up by my arm pits. “Come on.” I can hear Lance’s voice as I’m set on my feet, and none too gently, I might add.
“Am I in trouble?” I can’t wipe the sheepish look from my face.
“Are you ever not in trouble?” He’s nudging me toward the door to the warehouse.
My feet step reluctantly. “Are you going to punish me?”
“Maybe. Come on.” Another nudge.
“I respectfully decline.”
“You don’t get a choice.”
And with that, we are standing in the "Break Room of Doom" as I like to call it now. I hope he doesn’t set me on fire. I hate it when he sets me on fire…
Later I’m sitting on the dock, a stupid grin on my face. Carly and Herb are locked in a passionate embrace next to the dumpster, he’s licking her face. Holy crap, Herb…tone it down! He’s just so overenthusiastic, and quite frankly? She doesn’t seem to mind.
“Wrong.”
“What’s wrong? He thinks about her all the time. I think it’s sweet.” I refuse to look at Lance as he crouches next to me.
“Does she ever think about him?” That one had me thinking.
No, not exactly.
“He has a girlfriend,” Lance states in a low voice.
“No, he doesn’t,” I reply, shaking my head with confidence.
“Yes he does. Oh! And did I forget to mention his girlfriend is pregnant?”
I bite my lip. Lance doesn’t lie.
“He never talks about her. Hell, he never even thinks about her. He only ever thinks about Carly! I swear…” I whisper uncertainly.
“That’s because he’s a selfish bastard. And now…my misguided little matchmaker…you are officially…a home-wrecker. Good going, ass.”
Suddenly Carly pulls from his embrace, smacking Herb across his face with a resounding Crack! She storms away, leaving a very confused Herb holding the side of his face.
“That’ll leave a mark…”
I roll my eyes at Lance’s whispered words.
I’m biting my nails. I just wanted to do was something nice tonight. Maybe something to counteract my stunt with Monica… I just wanted to feel good about myself. Now I feel like shit.
I’m being hauled up by my arm pits. “Come on.” I can hear Lance’s voice as I’m set on my feet, and none too gently, I might add.
“Am I in trouble?” I can’t wipe the sheepish look from my face.
“Are you ever not in trouble?” He’s nudging me toward the door to the warehouse.
My feet step reluctantly. “Are you going to punish me?”
“Maybe. Come on.” Another nudge.
“I respectfully decline.”
“You don’t get a choice.”
And with that, we are standing in the "Break Room of Doom" as I like to call it now. I hope he doesn’t set me on fire. I hate it when he sets me on fire…
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4 comments:
THis book has such an intriuging cover!
The cover is very interesting, looks like a cool book. :)
I really want to know what's going to happen! Can't wait to read it! Neat cover too!
The cover is very different. I love that.
In the synopsis this is what really intrigued me.
"His name is Lance and he is by far the most delicious creature I've ever laid eyes on."
Definitely makes me wanna read. : )
Thanks for the Amazing Giveaway !
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