Title: The
Exception
Author: Adriana Locke
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: September 18th 2014
Synopsis:
They say there is an exception to every rule...
Jada Stanley is starting over, refusing to
repeat her past mistakes. Everything is going great until she meets Cane
Alexander. He is gorgeous, cocky, and everything she needs to avoid.
Cane lives within a set of carefully constructed
guidelines to ensure his life remains uncomplicated. When he sets his eyes on
Jada, all of his rules are called into question.
As their worlds become intertwined, they find it
impossible to stay away from each other. Will they be able to maintain the
rules they've created to protect their hearts? Or will they make an exception?
CANE
If I close my
eyes, maybe she’ll disappear.
“That was amazing. So good, Cane.”
Maybe not.
The woman nestled against me, her hand draping
across my body. She stroked my skin, the intimacy of the action curling my
stomach.
I switched on the bedside lamp, letting my eyes
adjust to the bright light. Glancing at the clock, I pushed her hand away.
It’s not too
late. She can still go home.
Sitting up, I swung my legs over the side of the
bed; my body groaned in response. I stretched my arms overhead in an attempt to
work some life back into my exhausted muscles.
This girl was a decent choice for a last minute
decision. Memories of her contorted in a variety of wicked ways, screaming my
name, made my dick harden again.
“Do you want me to get us something to eat?” she
asked.
Her nails grazed down my back and I moved out of
her reach. Her touch, like her voice, was more annoying than I remembered it
being a few hours earlier.
That’s because
you just dumped a load.
I twisted around. Her blonde hair was spread
across my pillows, black makeup smeared across her face. A part of me wanted to
tell her she looked like hell, but a bigger part of me didn’t care enough to
point it out. I just needed her gone.
She rolled onto her back, cheap perfume wafting
through the air. She pulled the sheets tight around her body.
I’m going to
have to do laundry. Hell, I’ll probably just have to burn the sheets to get rid
of that smell.
“I was thinking I would grab us some hamburgers.
I could pick up some things for breakfast while I’m out.”
I cringed at the implications saturating her
voice. “You’re going to need to tone that shit down.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Look, I have things to do tonight.” Her face
was familiar but her name—not so much.
“Oh, that’s fine. I can just wait here while you
do what you need to do.” She flashed me her biggest smile and settled back into
the sheets, looking way too comfortable in my bed.
“No. You’re going to need to get up, get
dressed, and go home.” I massaged my temples with my fingertips, a migraine
inching its way into my skull.
For fuck’s
sake! Why isn’t this ever as easy as they make it out to be? Maybe I should get
them to sign some shit, a ‘This is a Fuck and Only a Fuck’ disclaimer or
something.
“I really have no plans for tomorrow, Cane.” She
licked her lips, still swollen from moments before.
“We discussed this. We fuck. You leave. You know
this.”
She had the nerve to look hurt.
“I didn’t think you were going to say that once
we were done.”
“It was amazing. It is always amazing with me.”
I flashed her a grin and literally watched her swoon.
That never gets
old.
“Look, I don’t do this ‘sex and a sandwich’
thing, but that is not a newsflash.”
“But …”
“Why does it feel like we’ve been here before?” Frustration
took over and I took a deep breath, trying to keep myself calm. All I needed
was a hot little body to dump my stress into for a little while and I had made
no illusions otherwise. She agreed to this before she followed me home.
Why does it
have to be complicated now? I ran my fingers through my
short blond hair, scrubbing my scalp in annoyance.
“When I was here a few months ago, we had lunch,
too. Remember? We sat out on the patio.”
Remember her
face. Do not triple dip this one.
“You don’t understand how this works.” I glanced at her reclining against my pillows
and fought hard to not sound as brusque as I felt. “I have a bunch of shit to
do. You really need to go.”
She sighed dramatically as she got up and found
her jeans on the floor. I watched her ass jiggle as she pulled them on slowly,
undoubtedly for my benefit.
It worked.
I had to restrain myself from grabbing her and
fucking her one more time, just for good measure.
That is only
going to make getting her out of here even harder and she simply isn’t good
enough to waste any more time on.
Instead, I sat and enjoyed the show. She turned
to face me as she pulled her shirt over her head, her eyes never leaving mine.
She tucked her bra in her purse.
With a final glance over her shoulder, presumably
to give me time to change my mind, she was gone.
And I was alone again—just the way I liked it.
About the Author:
Adriana Locke lives and breathes books. After
years of slightly obsessive relationships with the flawed bad boys created by
other authors, Adriana has created her own. The Exception is Adriana’s debut
novel and will be released on September 18th.
Adriana lives in the Midwest with her family.
She spends a large amount of time playing with her kids, drinking coffee, and
cooking. Her favorite things include sunshine, candy, and random quotes. Please
contact Adriana at www.adrianalocke.com. She loves to hear from readers.
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