Cross Crease by Elizabeth Hartey
Series: On the Edge #3
Publication date: August 20th, 2019
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
Heaven
I was fourteen the first time I laid eyes on the smoking hot, silver-eyed, goalie. Damon Wolfe was the most gorgeous boy I'd ever seen. All it took was one glance, one sentence and my heart was his. But I was too young and he was too broken.
Seven years later, he's the biggest off the ice player in the NHL and I'm his virginal best friend.
Of course, I have the perfect solution to that particular problem, but Damon keeps on refusing to be the one to vanquish my chastity. He claims he doesn't want to ruin our friendship, that he's not good enough for me. Yet, somehow his eyes say something different whenever he looks at me.
Just one night, that's all I'm asking.
What's the worst that can happen?
Wolfe
I was mesmerized by Heaven Andersen the first time I looked into her sparkling turquoise eyes. She was a teenage kid with a mouth full of braces and bruised knees, but she was the most beatuiful girl I'd ever seen--like a fairy-tale princess. With one look, she sent all my inner demons running. But she was just a kid and I was too damaged.
Seven years later, she's my best friend. My best friend with a single-minded mission--to get laid.
She wants me to take her virginity and teach her about sex. But she's an off-limits, flawless diamond girl, and so far out of the realm of anything my blackened heart is looking for or deserves it's laughable.
So, how come I'm not laughing? How come my best friend is the first thing I think about in the morning and last thing I think about at night? More importantly, what am I going to do to protect her--from me?
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Excerpt
"Pip. Please," he begs me like my words are causing him pain. But I show no mercy.
"You're right. It shouldn't be with some random guy." I place a hand on his cheek. "And despite what you think, I'm not such a little fool. Who better to share a first-time experience with than my best friend? A friend who cares about me."
He's looking straight into my eyes when I finish explaining all the reasons why he should be the one to deflower me. I can almost see flames in his half-lidded, covetous gaze. I'm confident he understands. But then he shoves my hand off his face and closes his eyes.
"I... damn it. I can't." There's such grit in his voice, for a second I think he's going to punch the wall again. Instead, he blows out a huge breath. His voice drops to a whisper. "I do care about you. You're... I'm... I have to fucking go. Gigi's waiting."
"Gigi's waiting? Really? You really are a jerk. You know that?" I huff out.
"What the hell are you talking about, Pippa?" The angry tone returns to his voice. No one is whispering now. He's angry with me. I'd laugh if I weren't so flattened by his response. "Why are you doing this? You know we can't. We're friends, and you're Dak's baby sister, for chrissakes."
"I'm no one's baby anything." This time when I shove him, he loses his footing and steps back, giving me time to yank the door open.
"Maybe not. But you are my best friend," he says in a hushed tone.
"Yeah. You're my best friend too," my tone matching his. "But sometimes... I really hate you." I turn and run from the closet and down the hall. This time he doesn't stop me from leaving.
"You're right. It shouldn't be with some random guy." I place a hand on his cheek. "And despite what you think, I'm not such a little fool. Who better to share a first-time experience with than my best friend? A friend who cares about me."
He's looking straight into my eyes when I finish explaining all the reasons why he should be the one to deflower me. I can almost see flames in his half-lidded, covetous gaze. I'm confident he understands. But then he shoves my hand off his face and closes his eyes.
"I... damn it. I can't." There's such grit in his voice, for a second I think he's going to punch the wall again. Instead, he blows out a huge breath. His voice drops to a whisper. "I do care about you. You're... I'm... I have to fucking go. Gigi's waiting."
"Gigi's waiting? Really? You really are a jerk. You know that?" I huff out.
"What the hell are you talking about, Pippa?" The angry tone returns to his voice. No one is whispering now. He's angry with me. I'd laugh if I weren't so flattened by his response. "Why are you doing this? You know we can't. We're friends, and you're Dak's baby sister, for chrissakes."
"I'm no one's baby anything." This time when I shove him, he loses his footing and steps back, giving me time to yank the door open.
"Maybe not. But you are my best friend," he says in a hushed tone.
"Yeah. You're my best friend too," my tone matching his. "But sometimes... I really hate you." I turn and run from the closet and down the hall. This time he doesn't stop me from leaving.
About the Author:
As a lover of the northeast US, my husband and I moved to the Poconos several years ago to open a Chiropractic Clinic. Four children and a menagerie of animals later, I have finally found time to fulfill my lifelong dream of writing novels. A dreamer at heart, romance is--of course--the genre I spent most of my time writing and reading into the wee hours of the morning. However, if it's a good book, any genre can keep me immersed in the story for hours.
When I'm not juggling work responsibilities and writing, I enjoy baking, knitting, traveling, hiking the beautiful hills and woods around my home and spending time with my family.
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