Wild Forces: A Friends to Lovers Romance (O-Town Book 2) Karen Renee (best value ebook reader TXT) 📖

A Friends-to-Lovers Romance

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

AS EVER AND ALWAYS, to my readers! I’m humbled that you spend your valuable reading time with my words. And if you’ve left a review for any of my books, I can’t thank you enough

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A big thank you to Dolorianne. You’re one of the most supportive people I know, and your insight about how fights among friends are worse because of how much they know about one another helped more than you’ll ever know. So thank you!

Kudos to my Beta readers, you are all the bomb!

Barbara J. Bailey, thank you for wrangling my paragraphs and polishing my words.

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Thanks to my family for supporting me and my writing during these trying times.

DEDICATION

To Readers Everywhere

May this story take you to another place and time. Enjoy.

PLAYLIST

MONTAGUES AND CAPULETS by Sergei Prokofiev

BLUE RONDO ALA TURK by Dave Brubeck

RAPPER’S DELIGHT by The Sugarhill Gang

THE MESSAGE by Grandmaster Flash

BLUE MONK by Thelonious Monk

NIGHT TRAIN by The Oscar Peterson Trio

THE POWER OF ORANGE KNICKERS by Tori Amos

LOVE SONG by Sara Bareilles

LOVE IS STRONGER THAN PRIDE by Sade

SUNSET LOVER by Petit Biscuit

AT THE HOUSE, IN DA POCKET (LIVE) by The Marsalis Family

RAIN FALL DOWN by The Rolling Stones

WHISKEY (Featuring A$AP Rocky) by Maroon 5

I NEED LOVE by L.L. Cool J

THE FRIENDS SONG by Michael Franti and Spearhead

LAY ME DOWN (Featuring Rome) by Dirty Heads

WILD HORSES by The Rolling Stones

I CAN STILL FEEL YOU by Michael Franti and Spearhead

WHAT ARE YOU DOING FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE by Chris Botti and Sting

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Gabe

SUMMER 2019

Growing up, I had a guilty habit. Okay, fine. I had two guilty habits, but jacking my beanstalk was not what I was referring to, though this habit definitely added fodder for that. I loved watching Melrose Place.

The show predated me, but an aunt, or more likely a woman my dad dated on the sly, left a DVD copy of the first season behind, and when I was fourteen, I would sneak it to my room. My older brother, Brock, caught me watching once and laughed his ass off. But his seventeen-year-old ass slumped into a beanbag and finished the next two episodes with me anyway.

Yeah, Heather Locklear had it going on.

Little did I know, that show made more of an impression on me than I realized. At twenty-six, residing in a sweet apartment complex, I was living my own bad version of Melrose. Brock, now my roommate, warned me not to ‘shit where I live.’ However, I didn’t consider it shitting. I made sure every woman I took to bed knew the deal.

No strings.

No commitments.

And, most importantly, no repeats.

Besides, I hadn’t fucked every woman in the complex.

No. There was one woman I wouldn’t touch.

Couldn’t touch.

Cassandra Daughtry.

The first time I saw her, yeah, I wanted her plump pink lips pressed against mine, and other parts of me as well. But being the supreme dumbass I can be, I took a bet from my buddies, and lost. They bet I couldn’t get her into bed, but she wasn’t a quick lay. The moment I spoke to her, I knew I wanted her in my life.

Losing that bet led to a huge win since it resulted in a long-lasting, beautiful friendship.

Early dawn light peeked through the blinds of the apartment as I snuck out of a woman’s bedroom. Last night, I’d fucked Kylie three times.

My typical escape plan relied on wearing a woman out, waiting until she fell asleep, and bolting. When I quietly closed the bedroom door behind me, the sight of a beautiful round ass clad in black yoga pants, bent over the oven door, greeted me, along with the scent of bacon.  She closed the door, turned around, and my stomach lurched.

Cassandra lived here.

Fuck!

I knew Cassandra lived in the same complex as me, but I had never met or laid eyes on her roommate. She always said her roommate’s name was Kaylee, but the woman I met had said her name was Kylie. I was sure, because I asked her once in the club and again in the parking lot. No way I thought she lived with one of my best friends.

It was the first time my brother was right. I had shit where I lived.

I stood midway into the living room. Cassie eyed me with disappointment and disgust.

If her ass didn’t do me in, the sight of her in a pair of sexy-as-fuck librarian glasses damn sure did. Then she had to open her luscious mouth.

“Seriously, Sullivan?” she asked. “Good to know Kaylee finally got what she wanted. Maybe I won’t have to hear any more about it, but that’s highly unlikely. Now, I’ll be treated to an endless postmortem. Probably tell me about every little thing you did in bed.”

I wanted to answer her, but my mouth was dry and it kept me silent. The first time I saw her, I thought she was hot, but I had no idea she wore contacts. Those glasses, her green eyes, and everything else that was her... My dick twitched. She wasn’t hot, she was scorching.

She mistook my silence, and shook her head.