Blurb
You think you know me?
Manwhore. Partier. Fighter.
You know what? You’re right. I’m all those things. F*ck with what’s mine and I’ll f*ck you ten times harder. Suspensions. Arrests. You think I care?
So yeah, I may fit the bad boy image, but there’s so much more you don’t know.
I'm loyal to a damned fault. I'll never leave your side. The real Logan Kade isn’t a manwhore. When I love, I love hard and completely.
Taylor saw that side of me. Inside of me. She saw my darkness and pain, and the second she did, she owned me.
You may think you know me…
…but she’s the only one who sees me.
EXCERPT TWO
“Get Logan,” someone yelled.
Another girl asked, “Where is Logan?”
I heard other people saying the same
thing, but I focused on the girl.
She raised her chin, and a warning
flashed in her eyes. “Touch me. I dare you.”
There were three of them, all tall and,
not to be stereotypical, but they looked like preppy douchebags. Each was good
looking, with bodies built like they rowed every morning for hours. They looked
like money. It practically dripped from their clothes. Their jawlines were
rigid enough to form glaciers.
Their eyes were icy, too, as they stared
back at the girl. They weren’t backing down.
I broke from the crowd, planning to go stand
next to her. But before I could move, the crowd broke in half. An actual
opening formed, and Logan Kade strode forward.
My foot jerked back into its spot,
stepping back as he brushed past me.
Kade stopped beside her, and the three
guys turned their attention to him. They didn’t move or say anything, but the
air shifted. It’d been dark and ominous before, and I still felt a battle
brewing.
“Kade starts fights, and he finishes
them.”
A low tingle went through me, warming me.
I remembered what Jason said and the nerves/anger/excitement took on a whole
other feeling. My mouth was almost watering. I wanted to see what would happen.
I wanted to see this Logan Kade in action, and for some reason, I was thirsting
to see this fight.
“Kade,” one of them grated out his name.
Kade glanced at the girl, and then
settled back on the spokesman. “What are you doing here?”
“It’s a party. We were invited.”
“And that’s why you’re facing off with
Sam?” He moved forward a step.
“We weren’t facing off...”
Samantha folded her arms over her chest.
“Yeah, right. You were just walking past me? That’s why you wouldn’t let me get
past you to the car. We just ‘happened’ to block each other and you didn’t hear
me when I told you to move.”
A little laugh slipped from me.
Kade threw me a sideways look.
I should’ve clamped a hand over my mouth.
I should’ve let them know I wasn’t involved, because really, I wasn’t. I didn’t
know this girl. It wasn’t my place to say anything or join in, but I didn’t. A
dark part of me had opened up, seeing that this girl might need help. I wanted
something to happen. I was almost egging it on in my head and as Kade watched
me, his eyes lingering, the dark part grew into something else. My body grew
warm and my pulse started to pick up. It was like he knew what was going on in
me, and I swallowed over a lump, because that wasn’t right. He couldn’t know.
He didn’t even know me...
But I felt like he did. I felt like he
knew exactly what was going on in me, and a flash of anger flared up in me. I
turned away. He could see inside of me, and that was too much. I didn’t want
that so I slipped back into the crowd. As I pulled further away, enough so I
wasn’t on the front line, my insides were still charged up.
I didn't begin
writing until after undergraduate college. There'd been storylines and
characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I
HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it
click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to
write. I can't blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school.
It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but
at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put
together something that resembled a novel. I'm hoping I got it right since
someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future
stories.
Logan Kade is FINALLY here! #sexmachine #fallencrest #logankade
