Title:
The
Exception
Author:
Adriana
Locke
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Release
Day:
September 18th
2014
Synopsis:
They
say there is an exception to every rule...
Jada
Stanley is starting over, refusing to repeat her past mistakes.
Everything is going great until she meets Cane Alexander. He is
gorgeous, cocky, and everything she needs to avoid.
Cane
lives within a set of carefully constructed guidelines to ensure his
life remains uncomplicated. When he sets his eyes on Jada, all of his
rules are called into question.
As
their worlds become intertwined, they find it impossible to stay away
from each other. Will they be able to maintain the rules they've
created to protect their hearts? Or will they make an exception?
Prologue
CANE
If
I close my eyes, maybe she’ll disappear.
“That
was amazing. So good, Cane.”
Maybe
not.
The
woman nestled against me, her hand draping across my body. She
stroked my skin, the intimacy of the action curling my stomach.
I
switched on the bedside lamp, letting my eyes adjust to the bright
light. Glancing at the clock, I pushed her hand away.
It’s
not too late. She can still go home.
Sitting
up, I swung my legs over the side of the bed; my body groaned in
response. I stretched my arms overhead in an attempt to work some
life back into my exhausted muscles.
This
girl was a decent choice for a last minute decision. Memories of her
contorted in a variety of wicked ways, screaming my name, made my
dick harden again.
“Do
you want me to get us something to eat?” she asked.
Her
nails grazed down my back and I moved out of her reach. Her touch,
like her voice, was more annoying than I remembered it being a few
hours earlier.
That’s
because you just dumped a load.
I
twisted around. Her blonde hair was spread across my pillows, black
makeup smeared across her face. A part of me wanted to tell her she
looked like hell, but a bigger part of me didn’t care enough to
point it out. I just needed her gone.
She
rolled onto her back, cheap perfume wafting through the air. She
pulled the sheets tight around her body.
I’m
going to have to do laundry. Hell, I’ll probably just have to burn
the sheets to get rid of that smell.
“I
was thinking I would grab us some hamburgers. I could pick up some
things for breakfast while I’m out.”
I
cringed at the implications saturating her voice. “You’re going
to need to tone that shit down.”
“What
are you talking about?”
“Look,
I have things to do tonight.” Her face was familiar but her
name—not so much.
“Oh,
that’s fine. I can just wait here while you do what you need to
do.” She flashed me her biggest smile and settled back into the
sheets, looking way too comfortable in my bed.
“No.
You’re going to need to get up, get dressed, and go home.” I
massaged my temples with my fingertips, a migraine inching its way
into my skull.
For
fuck’s sake! Why isn’t this ever as easy as they make it out to
be? Maybe I should get them to sign some shit, a ‘This is a Fuck
and Only a Fuck’ disclaimer or something.
“I
really have no plans for tomorrow, Cane.” She licked her lips,
still swollen from moments before.
“We
discussed this. We fuck. You leave. You know this.”
She
had the nerve to look hurt.
“I
didn’t think you were going to say that once we were done.”
“It
was amazing. It is always amazing with me.” I flashed her a grin
and literally watched her swoon.
That
never gets old.
“Look,
I don’t do this ‘sex and a sandwich’ thing, but that is not a
newsflash.”
“But
…”
“Why
does it feel like we’ve been here before?” Frustration took over
and I took a deep breath, trying to keep myself calm. All I needed
was a hot little body to dump my stress into for a little while and I
had made no illusions otherwise. She agreed to this before she
followed me home.
Why
does it have to be complicated now?
I ran my fingers through my short blond hair, scrubbing my scalp in
annoyance.
“When
I was here a few months ago, we had lunch, too. Remember? We sat out
on the patio.”
Remember
her face. Do not triple dip this one.
“You
don’t understand how this works.” I glanced at her reclining
against my pillows and fought hard to not sound as brusque as I felt.
“I have a bunch of shit to do. You really need to go.”
She
sighed dramatically as she got up and found her jeans on the floor. I
watched her ass jiggle as she pulled them on slowly, undoubtedly for
my benefit.
It
worked.
I
had to restrain myself from grabbing her and fucking her one more
time, just for good measure.
That
is only going to make getting her out of here even harder and she
simply isn’t good enough to waste any more time on.
Instead,
I sat and enjoyed the show. She turned to face me as she pulled her
shirt over her head, her eyes never leaving mine. She tucked her bra
in her purse.
With
a final glance over her shoulder, presumably to give me time to
change my mind, she was gone.
And
I was alone again—just the way I liked it.
About
the Author:
Adriana
Locke lives and breathes books. After years of slightly obsessive
relationships with the flawed bad boys created by other authors,
Adriana has created her own. The Exception is Adriana’s debut novel
and will be released on September 18th.
Adriana
lives in the Midwest with her family. She spends a large amount of
time playing with her kids, drinking coffee, and cooking. Her
favorite things include sunshine, candy, and random quotes. Please
contact Adriana at www.adrianalocke.com. She loves to hear from
readers.
Website:
http://www.adrianalocke.com
Giveaway:
I like the cover, the flower gives it a good pop of color.
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