Logan Kade is FINALLY here! #sexmachine #fallencrest #logankade
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.
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
“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.
About the Author:
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.
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