Introducing DEEPLY DESTRUCTIVE, the fourth book in the electrifying ADDICTED TO YOU series...
Dangerous. Sexy. Damaged.
These are the words used to describe Justin Brown.
Intelligent. Capable. Responsible.
These are the words used to describe Lindsay Cramer.
Irresistible. Addicting. Passionate.
These are the words used to describe their relationship.
Good girl Lindsay Cramer has her life completely in order, and she keeps her goals on a checklist -- obtain scholarship to Ivy League University, finish undergrad, and move on to med school. She’s worked hard to get where she is, and she’s determined not to let anything – or anyone -- get in her way.
Until she meets Justin Brown. JB is gorgeous, and the kind of guy who is all wrong for Lindsay -- the kind of guy who is all wrong for anyone . He drinks, he fights, and he has a secret past Lindsay’s not so sure she wants to know about.
But when the two of them are together, Lindsay can’t help but lose herself in him. It’s the way his eyes burn when he looks at her. The way his smile makes her dizzy. The way his hands feel on her body.
Soon, Lindsay and Justin are completely addicted to each other. But when their dangerous game culminates with Lindsay having to make a shocking choice, will she be able to keep JB in her life? And if so, will she lose everything in the process?
***DEEPLY DESTRUCTIVE is the fourth episode of a new series, ADDICTED TO YOU, with episodes releasing every week. It is for a mature audience, due to sexual situations and language.***
There was a lightness about him this morning, so different from the way he’d been last night. Last night he’d been dangerous and dark and brooding. This morning he seemed playful and flirty.
I felt myself start to blush. “Where’s your frying pan?” I asked.
“Right there.” He pointed to a lower cupboard, and I bent down and opened it. I pulled the frying pan out, and when I stood up, Justin let his eyes move up my body slowly, not even trying to hide what he was doing. I swallowed and moved to the stove, setting down the pan on one of the front burners. “Do you have any, um, cooking spray?”
“Cooking spray?” He sounded outraged. “For what?”
“You know, to spray the pan.” I gestured at it. “So that the eggs don’t stick.”
“Oh, Lindsay.” He shook his head at me. “We don’t use cooking spray in this house. Cooking spray is for girls.”
“I am a girl.”
“Trust me.” He took in a deep breath and grinned. “I know.”
“So then what do you use?” I asked, ignoring his comment.
“Butter.” He moved over to the refrigerator and pulled out a flowered butter dish.
“You have a flowered butter dish?”
“Wyatt’s mom got it for him,” he said defiantly. “It’s convenient. Besides, you shouldn’t be mocking my butter dish when you’re looking for cooking spray. You obviously have a lot to learn about cooking.”
“And you’re going to teach me?” I asked skeptically.
“Don’t look so surprised, Pip,” he said. His took a step closer to me, and his eyes moved up and down my body again, slower this time. “There are a lot of things I can teach you.”