(Scarred Bullet, #3)
Publication date: March 17th 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance
I’m supposed to be strong.
Until I found I was in a relationship I swore I would never be in.
I didn’t know how trapped I was until Dean Sailer walked into the diner, making me question who I turned into.
Dean reeked of overconfidence. He’s sarcastic and thinks he’s funny.
The worst part is I find myself smiling when I don’t feel like it. He brought out something inside me that I locked away a long time ago.
I wanted nothing to do with him.
I wanted to stay contained in my world.
When tragedy threatens the life of me and my best friend, he’s the one I find myself relying on.
He’s there for me when no one else is.
No matter how much I try to resist Dean Sailer, he seems to delve deeper into a place I thought was gone.
Can I change?Or will I be the definition of what I’ve made myself out to be?
Previous books in the series:
“Ranch, please?” Damn, this is so weird and I think he heard it in my voice.
He laughed and got up and came back with the bottle. “Anything else?” he asked before he sat down.
“No, thank you.” I started squirting it on my plate and dipping my pizza in it, when the music on the movie came on and the title flashed in big letters. I covered my mouth and tried not to laugh.
“What? What’s the big deal?” Dean laughed next to me.
I swallowed the pizza and looked over at him and lifted my brow. “Out of all those, you pick Rush Hour?”
“Hey, Jackie and Chris are hilarious together. Add some action and babes and you are set!” He gave a wink and then looked down at my plate and cringed. “Ranch on your pizza, really?”
“Have you tried it?” I held it up to him.
“No!” He tilted his head back like it was garbage I was shoving at him.
“Dean, come on, try it!” I moved it closer.
He bent his head down and sniffed it like he’d never seen ranch before. He took his pizza on his plate and dipped it in and then took a bite. His narrowed eyes and pulled brows were waiting to be disgusted, but then his whole face relaxed and his brows lifted up as he nodded his head slightly.
Damn, he is way too cute.
“Wow, this is actually really good.” He turned and dipped more, almost taking all of it.
“Hey! Get your own!” I put my plate back in my lap.
“Why the hell has this not been a requirement for pizza?” He took the bottle and squeezed him out a huge dollop and then continued eating. “Oh, I love this scene!” he pointed at the TV. We were at the part where the two cops were interfering with his undercover C-4 trade. “Look at their faces!” He almost spits his pizza as he laughed, which made me laugh even harder.
I am a Leo. Born August 10, living on the east coast. I self-published my first novel, PNEUMA, November 2014, and it’s hasn’t stopped since.
One of my biggest problems was having too much to read. Now my newfound problem; having too much to write and not enough hands to type it out. Not enough brains to put the stories together fast enough. Not enough tea or coffee to keep me awake 24/7.
So, like every normal person, I have to take it one day at a time.
My cravings for sweets keep me going, any sort of cakes (especially red velvet), pies, cookies, and ice cream.
I have a cat named Bongo-Bongo, who loves to get in my way when I’m trying to work, but is too cute for me to fight him off.
And then I have my family, specifically my husband, who puts up with my endless nights, my tapping of the keyboard, my ridiculous imagination, and yet, he always encourages me to believe in myself and follow my dreams.