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You don’t
know when…
You don’t
get to choose if…
When it’s
time to join…you’ll know.
You might
think you want to be a member—but trust me this is one club you don’t want to
join. It’s not a place where people go to live out their deepest, darkest
sexual desires—there are no handcuffs or blindfolds.
The 27
Club only admits those who die young and tragically. My brother was recently
bestowed membership and joined many of our ancestors before him. I know I’m
next. This is my destiny, and I was ready to yield.
But then
I met Nate. He awakened a sensuality in me that had never been explored, never
satisfied. I knew then I could no longer accept my destiny. Nate’s presence
controls me. I’m overwhelmed by his touch, his words; my every thought is
consumed by desire. I believe he was brought into my life for a reason.
Nate
doesn’t believe in destiny.
But I do.
And if
there’s a way to cheat it—I must.
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My jaw practically hits the
table.
The chocolate crêpe!
I can’t believe it.
Harnessing all of my
willpower, I fight the sudden inclination I have to leap around the table and
jump onto his lap. I always tell people I prefer dessert before a meal, but
never has anyone taken me seriously.
Never.
Tension coils deep in my
belly. Lust flows through my veins running faster and faster with each passing
second. I look over at him and as soon as I see his face, I can feel myself
coming unhinged. Urges I can’t deny surface. The need to know the taste of his
lips, to feel his hard body,
to be able to lick the
chocolate he just ordered off his chest, and to slide my tongue down his
stomach so I can taste him.
Looking thoughtful, his
return gaze slowly changes to one of concern. “Have you stopped planning for
your future because you don’t think you have one?” he asks softly.
Remnants of our
conversation must have been lingering in his mind. Slamming my eyes shut, all
of the erotic images I had conjured up immediately disappear as I fight to
breathe.
Suddenly the air becomes
thick in my lungs and I can’t get it out. I take deep calming breaths. As the
haze around me dissipates and I fight off the panic attack, I hear a fumbling
in front of me. I force myself to lift my lids. Nate is attempting to open my
clutch. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to get you your
inhaler.” Panic seems to drown out the deep green of his eyes.
I push to my feet and give
him a disbelieving look. “I’m not having an asthma attack.”
“You’re not?” He sounds
uncertain.
Shaking my head, I set my
napkin on the table. “Excuse me, I have to use the ladies room.” I walk inside
the restaurant, realizing I have no idea where I’m going. Looking around, I
find the bathrooms immediately.
Just as I pull the door
open, a hand covers mine. “You’re upset.”
I drop my head. “No, I’m
fine.”
Fierceness grips his voice.
“You’re lying.”
Summoning all of my
willpower, I raise my eyes.
Nate lifts my chin. “You
didn’t let me finish. I’m trying to understand you. I want to know why, if you
believe in destiny, you’d change your path. Why wouldn’t you do what you had
always planned on doing? Why change your course? Personally, I think destiny is
bullshit. I also think not pursuing your dream is bullshit too.”
Caged by his body, his
scent, his presence, I look up into his burning eyes and I can see compassion
there. I believe he wants what’s best for me. If I think I know him through my
brother, he thinks he knows me through my brother as well. And Zach wanted me
to continue my education. His dream was that someday I’d be Dr. Zoey Flowers.
Nate knows this.
“Zoey?” Nate’s voice is
questioning. Low. Maybe even slightly fearful.
“Nate”—I press my finger to
his lips—“I think I need to tell you something about myself.”
“What?” he asks.
In all our e-mails after my
brother’s death, I never mentioned the real reason for my delay in coming to
Miami. I keep my eyes open even though I want to close them. “I had a breakdown
shortly after Zach died. I took a leave from my job. I couldn’t get out of bed.
I couldn’t plan one day, let alone the next. And somewhere during that time, I
let any plans I had for the future fall to the wayside. I don’t know what I
want anymore.”
Shock appears on his face.
“Why didn’t you tell me in any of our e-mails?”
The truth is hard to admit.
“I actually looked forward to your weekly e-mails. But I did lie to you. It
wasn’t work that kept me from coming to get my brother’s things. It was me and
my inability to cope.”
Nate stares down at me.
My entire focus is on him.
“Don’t think I’m crazy. I’m not. Really, I’m not.”
His gaze continues to pin
me in a way that makes me think he understands me.
It holds me in place. Keeps
me calm.
“Zoey, God, I don’t think
that at all,” he breathes. “I can understand how that would happen.
With everything coming at
you at once, and the shock of Z’s death, coupled with the revelations about
your family, it was just too much. I get it.”
I just stare at his lips,
longing to kiss him. My body is filled with so many wants and needs, and all
these new urges I’ve never felt before.
And all I want is just for
him to set me free.
About the Author:
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I live in
Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love for reading books
and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach at the
college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and became a
project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work part-time
with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest passions—writing.
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