Title: The Problem With Heartache
Series: Crazy in Love
#3
Author: Lauren K. McKellar
Genre: Contemporary Romance (New
Adult)
Release Date: February 27, 2015
Synopsis
The problem with
heartache is that there’s no
one-size-fits-all relief package. You can go to
classes; you can try to
embrace change. But when you wake up at two in the
morning, a smile on your face
because you’ve dreamt about the could have—the
should have—nothing will console
you.
Because seconds
later, you
remember.
And remembering
can rip you
apart.
***
Kate will do anything for her
family. It’s why she took the
job with Lee. It’s why she’s attempting to forget
her pain. But
it's hard to forget,
when you're desperate to hold
on.
Even if Lee Collins is the
perfect package.
Lee will do anything for the
ones
he cares about. It’s why he
hired Kate.
It’s why he keeps his secrets,
and it’s why he cannot, will
not fall in love. Not with Kate—not with
anyone.
Ever.
The
one thing he
can’t
forgive.
The one thing she can’t
forget.
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Excerpt
“You. In.”
She pointed to the room behind
me, and I glanced over my shoulder.
“In there?” I smirked again, but her
cheeks didn’t get any redder,
to my astonishment. “Is now really the
time?”
She pushed against my naked chest,
her steely eyes fixed on my
face the whole time, then slammed the door behind
us with her foot.
“If you wanted some private time
together, you just had to say
so.” I joked, leaning back against the chair that
was positioned in front of the
mirror in my dressing room.
“You think this is funny?” Kate
asked, her head tilted to the
side.
“Actually … yeah.” I nodded and
smiled again, not
unkindly.
Kate looked down, and for one
God-awful moment I thought she
was going to cry.
Then, she did something better than
crying. Holy mother of crap
sticks, was this better than crying.
She raised her hands to the top of
her black button-up shirt—and
she undid the top button. Creamy, white skin is
exposed, defined collarbones,
teasing my eyes down to—
She undid another button. Holy fuck,
what was Kate doing? Her
cleavage heaved in front of me, and I got a hint, just
a hint of her black lacy
bra.
“It cannot be a coincidence that one
man is shirtless in front of
me six times in two weeks.”
I grinned. She’d counted.
That
totally means she’s into
it.
Then she did something that
completely surprised me. Hell,
it shocked the living daylight out of me. In one
fluid movement, she grabbed
the sides of her shirt and pulled, popping open her
entire top and then shrugging
it over her shoulders so she stood there in the
world’s hottest black, lacy
bra, skin-tight black denim jeans and these
shoes—how the hell did I not
notice them before?—that were red, high, and sexy
as sin.
I swallowed. “So … this is a revenge
…” Swallow,
“… strip?”
“This is me, trying to do something
to get you to pay attention
and listen when I ask you to do something.” Kate’s
voice was honey as it melted
into me.
I raised my hand to the back of my
neck and rubbed at the muscles
there that had suddenly become tight with
tension. “Oh, I’m paying
attention, all right.” I widened my eyes. There was
absolutely no doubt about that
right now.
“Get back stage, Lee. Seriously.
This is your last
warning.”
I swallowed again, and felt the
clamminess of perspiration
beading my brow. Was it hot in here? It sure felt
hot.
She stepped close to me, till her
chest was almost touching my chest.
Shit, she smelt like soap and hairspray and
… apples.
Delicious.
“I …” My gaze flicked to her lips,
and I wondered if it would
really be that bad if I kissed her. After all, that
wouldn’t be promising her
marriage, and maybe she’d be up for a casual thing.
And her lips—they were so red,
and plump, and—oh God, she just licked them with
that sweet-as-hell little
tongue, and—
The palm of her hand made contact
with my face before I even
registered her arm moving. Five elegant fingers
stung my cheek and I jerked
backward, clutching my face in pain. “What the
hell?”
Kate walked over to where her shirt
lay on the floor and picked it
up, casually shrugging it on. She had the
biggest shit-eating grin on
her face, and I couldn’t help but give a little
smile myself. I’d not seen her
look so animated since she first boarded the
bus.
“I told you it was your final
warning,” she said, doing up
her buttons, then turned to the door, wrenching it
open and making a sweeping
gesture with her arm, allowing me passage through.
“Now, Mr Collins, if you
please.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled, walking past
her and out into the corridor.
I passed Xander’s door, and a thought flashed
through my mind. What if she
stripped for all the guys to get them on stage? I
couldn’t have her
just—
“Lee?” The voice halted me in my
tracks. I spun to face
her.
She threw my black shirt at me. “Put
some clothes
on.”
Author
Bio
Lauren K. McKellar is an author and
editor. Her debut
novel, Finding
Home, was released through Escape Publishing on October
1, 2013, and her second
release, NA Contemporary Romance The Problem With
Crazy
, is
self-published, and is available now. She loves books that evoke
emotion, and hope hers make
you feel.
Lauren lives by
the beach in Australia with her
husband and their two dogs.
Most of the time, all three of them are well
behaved.
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