Unwritten

Title: Unwritten

Series: Beachwood Bay #7

Author: Melody Grace

 Release Date: March 10, 2015

Synopsis

He’s my best

friend’s brother – and the only boy I’ve ever loved. Movie star, manwhore, and

totally off-limits.

Until now.

I told myself

it was time to move on, until one epic night changed everything. Now there’s no

denying the way I feel when he touches me, or the reckless desire in his eyes.

Once we

cross that line, there’s no going back. But can I risk it all for him when he’s

still hiding secrets of his own?

Some

love stories are destiny. Ours is still unwritten.

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Excerpt

I only have one New Year’s resolution, and it’s the same I’ve had for six years now:

            Make Blake Callahan fall madly,

deeply, and uncontrollably in love with me.

            Every year, I write it in big block

letters on the first page of my new journal, and every year, I finish out

December with those some words still taunting me. But not this time. This year,

I’ve decided, I’m really going to make it happen.

            “Happy New Year!”

            Noise floods through my thoughts.

The party is in full swing around me, hundreds of people crammed into the

amazing beachfront mansion. Music plays so loud I can feel it in my chest, and

everywhere I look, people are flirting and laughing, getting ready for that

midnight kiss.

            I check my phone. Just a few minutes

to midnight. My heart beats faster. If I’m going to do this, I need to do it

now. I can see Blake out on the deck, looking illegally

hot in a vintage white T-shirt and jeans that deserve an award for their

services to womankind. I haven’t seen him in a couple of years, but

clearly, he only gets more devastating with age. It’s the reason he’s

tipped as the hot new Hollywood star, about to break out in his first big movie

role. But to me, he’ll always be plain old Blake Callahan:

my first love, my unrequited crush.

My best friend’s older brother.

            I’ve always been too scared to cross

that line, but tonight is different. Tonight, everything changes. I take a deep breath,

slide the doors open, and step outside.

            “Hello, stranger.” My voice comes, sounding flirty and

bold. Good start.

            Blake turns, and I swear, his jaw

drops. I feel another tremor of nerves, but they melt away when I recognize the

familiar look in his eyes, the one I’ve

seen from plenty of guys since my transformation, but never from him.

            Desire.

            He blinks at me in disbelief.

            “Zoey?” he says, sounding uncertain. “Holy shit, what happened to you?”

            Play it cool, I remind myself. Easy,

breezy, like he

’s been the last

thing on your mind.

            I arch an eyebrow. “Good to see you too.”

            I sashay over and lean in to kiss

him on both cheeks, the way I learned in Europe. I leave a smudge of scarlet on

his skin, so I reach up and wipe it away. He looks confused. “Sorry, Paris,” I explain, kicking myself for the

familiar gesture.

            “Uh, hey,” Blake recovers. “Welcome back. Is it just a vacation

visit?”

            “It depends,” I say.

            “Uh, depends on what?” Blake asks. His gaze drifts down my

body, all the way to my peep-toe sandals, the ones that usually make me feel

invincible. But now, I feel stripped naked under his blue eyes, my heart

beating so loudly in my chest I swear he can hear it over the muffled sound of

the music inside.

            You.    

            I bite back the truth. “You’ll see,” I answer cryptically instead. “But, yes, I’m back.”

            “Tegan will be happy, I know she missed

you,” Blake smiles.

            “Me too.” I try to relax. This is Blake, I

remind myself. Not some stranger. I know him. “I missed all of you guys,” I add, thinking of the whole Callahan

family: Tegan, and their two other brothers too. “Europe is a long way from home.”

            I take the spot beside him and lean

out to watch the dark shadow of the ocean play along the distant shore. “So what’s your resolution?” I ask, trying to sound flirty.                 

“I guess… Make some great movies this year,” he smiles. “Not screw up and wind up waiting

tables again to make a living.”

            I laugh. “No way. We all knew you had the

talent, it just took the world a little while to catch on.”

            “You haven’t seen me act,” Blake retorts, teasing.

            “Sure I have,” I remind him. “I remember a certain show you did one

Christmas…”

            “No!” Blake bursts out laughing. “God, why would you remind me about

that?”

            “Come on,” I tease him, “you were the hunkiest Ebenezer Scrooge

that Santa Monica ever saw.” He dressed up as a

surfer Scrooge and played scenes on the promenade for fifty bucks. His brothers

never shut up about it; we teased him all year.

            “Please tell me you don’t have

photos, the tabloids would go crazy,” he groans.

            “Your secret is safe with me.”

“I

knew I could count on you.” Blake smiles, and I’m hit all over again with the force of

him: that chiseled, handsome face, the smile, those magnetic blue eyes that

always belonged on a movie screen. I feel the same flip in my stomach I felt

the day we first met; time and distance have done nothing to lessen his effect

on me.

            I think I see something shift in his

expression, a glimpse of desire,

but it must be wishful thinking, because he turns away.

            “You better get back

inside,” he says shortly. “You’ll miss the party.”

            Disappointment crashes over me.

            I turn and slowly walk away, feeling

like a fool. All my plans are for nothing; I tried and struck out again.

            But did you really try? A small voice

nudges me. Didn’t you promise to

give it your best shot?

            I gulp, then before I know what I’m doing, I whirl around and stride

back to him. I put my hand on his arm, and pull him around to face me.

            “It’s the New Year,” I say stubbornly, my heart racing.

            “Not for another ten seconds.” Blake looks confused. They’re counting down inside, chanting the

numbers.

            Time is running out.

            “Then I guess we’ll have to pass the time.” I take a deep breath, gathering all my

courage, and then I reach up on my tiptoes and press my lips against his.

            “Nine! Eight! Seven!…”

            The voices fade away as I fall into

the kiss. Blake’s mouth is warm,

and I can taste the bourbon on his lips, feel the faint scrape of stubble on

his jaw.

            This is it. I’m finally kissing him.

            But then I realize, Blake is frozen

in place. He’s not kissing me

back—but he hasn’t pulled away either.

            I loop my arms determinedly around

his neck and pull his body down against mine. As if it was the signal he was

waiting for, Blake suddenly sweeps me into his arms. He spins me around,

pushing me back against the railings as he kisses me hard and deep, and I come

undone.

            God… This is what I dreamed about, all

those years of innocent fantasy. I must have played this moment a hundred times

over in my mind, but nothing is as sweet as the feel of his lips claiming mine,

the heat and desire blazing to life throughout my whole body.

            He eases my lips apart and sinks his

tongue deep into my mouth. I moan against him, arching up to press closer

against his body. I can feel the taut muscle through his clothes, the gorgeous

planes of his shoulders and back. His hands slide over my body, cupping my ass

and molding

me to him, until there’s not an inch of

space between us. And all the while, his mouth is driving me crazy, teasing and

demanding, his tongue sliding hotly against mine, igniting a fire in my

bloodstream that spirals low between my thighs.

            The sound of fireworks cuts through

the haze. I pull away, breathless. Bursts of glitter and stardust light up

across the bay, and there’s the sound of

cheering inside. For a moment, I feel like the universe is celebrating our

kiss, then I realize we kissed our way into the New Year.

            Elation crashes through me. He kissed me back. I wanted a sign,

and here it is: big neon letters saying “He wants you too.”

             “That’s decided then,” I murmur to myself. Blake is standing

there, looking shell-shocked. I smile. “Happy New Year.”

            I turn on my heel, and quickly duck

back into the house before I can ruin the moment. But just as quickly, my joy fades. Because

now that I know there’s something between

us, my feelings aren’t so safe anymore.

            Loving him could destroy my

friendships, my sense of family—everything that’s important to me in the world. Once

we cross that line, there’s no going back.

                So

do I take that risk?

Author Bio

Melody Grace is the New York Times bestselling author of the

Beachwood Bay series. A small-town girl turned SoCal beach lover, after

spending her life with her nose in a book, she decided it was time she wrote

one herself. She loves steamy romance novels, happily-ever-afters, and lusting

after fictional menfolk. She lives in LA with her two kittens, Bucky Barnes and

Steve Rogers.

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