Series: Circuit #2
Release Date: February 20, 2019
Or so I thought.
Brett Maddison burst into my life, hair like honey and dimples deep enough to make any man’s knees weak. It was then I learned the truth. Mischief was no longer the only thing that caused my heart to pulse two beats faster and blood to blaze beneath the surface of my skin.
The feelings I had for Brett knocked me off my course and took me on a rollercoaster of emotions I’d never felt before. It took meeting him to recognize what I’d been missing, and suddenly, Mischief wasn’t the only thing in my life I craved deeply.
For a split second, I thought I’d hit the jackpot in life. I was proven wrong the moment unexplained emails began to flood my inbox and the questions they brought went unanswered.
Then I got my answer.
And everything changed.
I wanna be those knuckles.
He cleared his throat. The barbell in his eyebrow raised when he gave me a look.
“You checking me out, man?”
I snorted, flipping him off. “You wish.”
He winked and turned around, shaking his ass before he started down the hall. “Let’s move, sugar lips! I did not start my day off making breakfast for a lazy hunk of man meat.”
“Are you flirting with me?” I shouted.
“I sure as shit am!”
I chuckled and rolled out of bed, dragging on the first pair of sweats I could find. I trudged down the hallway and slid onto a stool, dropping my head to the counter. “Since when do you cook?”
“No, you do not. You live off Red Vines, Slim Jims, and leftover takeout.”
“Well, today I cooked. So eat your damn food.”
“Fine, mom,” I mocked, sitting up straight. I wasn’t at all surprised to find a turkey sandwich sitting in front of me. Ace didn’t subject himself to food norms. He ate whatever the hell he wanted when he wanted. If he wanted pesto chicken at eight in the morning, that’s what he’d eat.
“He made me a sandwich,” I joked, sinking my teeth into the bread.
“Fuck you,” he spat. “I was too lazy to make spaghetti.”
“Dude, we got any pickles?” Crumbs went flying from the small sliver of space between my lips.
He plopped down on the stool beside mine. “I’m not your pickle handler.”
“Bro,” I snorted. “You could not handle my pickle.”
But I definitely wanted him to try.
When she’s not putting on her dance shoes or inhaling a slice of pizza, she’s in front of her computer binge watching romantic comedies and penning stories with love so powerful, it’ll last a lifetime. As a recent graduate of Central Michigan University, Lacey intends to keep inspiring people through dance and lots and lots of words. She currently lives in Central Michigan surrounded by her family and unpredictable weather.
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So did it live up to my expectations? Hell ya, it did! I loved these two together. They made my heart all squishy. I also loved that this one had a little heat to it. Not erotica level smut, but a nice little dash of spice to tantalize us readers. Of course, the writing remains top notch. It was well paced. The plot was engaging. I maybe would have liked a bit more development in regards to the “mystery” storyline. Or at least a little more explanation on “why” the baddie was doing what he was doing, but that didn’t really take away from my enjoyment of the story. I wouldn’t say this one was very angsty. There wasn’t any OW or OM drama. Neither were virgins. It was great to see so much of Wren and Sage again (the couple from book one), and I cannot WAIT to get my hands on Cruz’s book. I am figuratively salivating for it! (lol) Last, it was all wrapped up in a super sweet happy for now ending. Nothing much left to say. I LOVED it. I love this series. Bring on book three…