Living in the small town of Cloverleaf, watching her friends settle down one by one, all Lizzy wants is her own happily ever after. But with each failed date she starts to believe that finding the one man who will look at her like she’s his reason for living is practically impossible.
Trevor has had feelings for Lizzy since stepping foot into Cloverleaf, but despite their intense chemistry when they first met, the feisty little redhead friend-zoned him before he ever had a chance to make his move. After watching her date every loser in town he’s finally decided enough is enough. Thanks to a drunken weekend in Vegas, he finally has the one thing he’s always wanted…Lizzy as his wife.
But just because he caught her doesn’t mean he’ll get to keep her. Can Trevor and Lizzy push the boundaries of friendship and build a relationship that can truly last, or will they crash and burn before they ever get off the ground?
The minute I saw Brett’s hands on my girl’s bare skin, I lost it. All rational thought flew out the window as red coated my vision.
Hard-on all but forgotten, I stomped to the shoreline and stood staring in their direction with my hands on my hips as they played around in the water.
“Trevor, you getting in?” Lizzy called from a couple yards away when she saw me standing there.
“You mind getting your filthy troll hands off my woman, asshole?” I shouted loud enough for everyone in the general vicinity to hear. Our friends all laughed at my outburst as an uptight mother a little ways down from us scowled and dragged her kid off, out of earshot.
“Trevor! There are children around!” Lizzy yelled as she and Brett made their way back to the shore. Brett smiled like a son of a bitch the whole way.
“Don’t give a shit. Want me to watch my mouth then that needle dick needs to keep his hands to himself.” Lizzy rolled her eyes as Brett’s head tipped back in laughter. That douche loved messing with me when it came to Lizzy.
“You’re being ridiculous,” Lizzy stated, matching my stance with her little hands propped on her curvy hips.
“And you’re hot,” I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest. “You need to wear more clothes when we’re around other people. Like a suit of armor or something. You got one of those?”
Letting out a frustrated huff, Lizzy put her hands on my bare chest and shoved me out of the way before stomping off in the direction of the rest of our group. I stayed planted where I was and watched her as she walked away, staring at the sexy globes of her ass peeking out from her bikini bottoms as she moved. Jesus, damn it! And I was hard again.
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MEET THE AUTHOR:
Born and raised around Houston Texas, Jessica spent most of her life complaining about the heat, humidity, and all around pain in the ass weather. It was only as an adult that she quickly realized the cost of living in Houston made up for not being able to breathe when she stepped outside. That's why God created central air, after all.
Jessica is the mother of a perfect little boy--she refuses to accept that he inherited her attitude and sarcastic nature no matter what her husband says.
In addition to being a wife and mom, she's also a wino, a coffee addict, and an avid lover of all types of books--romances still being her all time favs. Her husband likes to claim that reading is her obsession but she just says it's a passion...there's a difference. Not that she'd expect a boy to understand.
Jessica has been writing since she was a little girl, but thankfully grew out of drawing her own pictures for her stories before ever publishing her first book. Because an artist she is not.
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