Each of us have one... that first love or that big crush. The one guy we can't seem to get over. Mine was TJ. He and I were childhood friends and first loves. He was my first kiss and my first real boyfriend. During the summers, we'd meet at the abandoned train station to hang out and of course, neck. It never went farther than kisses but when he moved in high school, I didn't see him again for about 6 years. By then both our lives had changed. However we remained friends.
In MO Kenyan's latest release, Once Upon a Playboy (The New Yorker, Book 4), our heroine, Eve is struggling to get on with her life after her break-up with DJ, but.... well... I'll let you check it out for yourself.
Love is not a fairy tale.
And Karma is a bitch.
Love transcends, resurrects and honestly performs miracles. DJ thought that he had lost his present and future to his father’s past. He had held Eve, the woman he was afraid to love at arm’s length, until one day she disappears from his life. His life spirals out of control as he tries to come to terms with losing his greatest love.
Eve was moving forward, at least that was what she told herself. She had given up on DJ, but just like the fairytales she used to believe in, she met her prince charming once again. Too bad their love read more like a thriller than it did a fairytale.
DJ wasn’t in the mood to put his seduction skills to work that night. So he’d called Ava and, sure enough, she was willing to run to his cottage at a moment’s notice. He met up with her at the club and they’d walked back to his home. To DJ, the routine was normal—get in the house, take off their clothes, and have sex wherever. However, this time when he stumbled into his home and gave Ava the usual order, a different voice piped up and filled the dimly lit room.
“Take off your clothes.”
“No!” she yelled. “Don’t take off your clothes.”
“Dear God.” DJ moved his hand to his chest. He wanted to make sure his heart was still beating.
“Who are you?” Ava barked.
“Eyve?” DJ’s fixed his gaze on her emerald ones, until he forced his gaze away. The effect she had on him was dangerous and compelling. How could she turn up in his life twice within a few days? How did she even know where he lived? This woman, who had tormented his dreams with desire, who had his heart doing things he wouldn’t admit to each time he saw her, was now stalking him, plaguing his existence. She was determined, and it seemed that no matter how much DJ tried to get over her, it wouldn’t happen while he was still in Nice.
“Who are you?” Ava asked.
“Eyve, and you are?”
“None of your business. You must be his new plaything.”
“And you must be his older plaything,” Eyve returned with the same vehemence.
DJ held back a laugh. Eyve had just managed to go from crazy stalker to amusing in the same moment. There was so much about her that intrigued him,
that bound him to her in an attraction he had never felt before. However, all those were good reasons to pack up and run as fast and as far as he could.
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