CHOICES (Choices 1)
Fate brought her here, but will her
choices destroy her dreams?
Quincy Priest made all the right
choices in her small town, black-and-white life. But being perfect is
tiring. So. Very. Tiring.
Wanting desperately to step out of her
sister's shadow, Quincy jumps at the opportunity to attend college with her
best friend. The quiet bookworm with family secrets comes out of her
shell. But when Quincy meets not one, but two perfect guys, she has
to make a choice. In doing so, she might forfeit the relationship she
secretly longed to find.
Declan. Sweet, handsome, and perfect.
He makes her feel cherished for the first time in her life.
Brody. Sexy, hot, and irresistible. He
could tear down her carefully built walls.
Before she can become the woman she
wants to be, Quincy will make mistakes. And suffer one unimaginable loss.
Lowering my feet to the
ground, he leads me to the bed. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his
head down to kiss me. I don’t want him to stop. When he's touching me, I feel
beautiful and wanted. It chases away my insecurities and leaves me breathless.
He sits on the bed and
pulls me onto his lap, my legs straddling his body. My dress is pushed up over
my hips, and I feel exposed. But when he kisses me again, I forget everything.
His lips move from my mouth to my neck. My head falls back, exposing my chest
to him, and he begins kissing me lower. I press my hips into his, and I can
feel the bite of his zipper pressing into me.
“My God, Quince, you
feel so good. I want you so much. You're all I think about.” His words make me
want more, and I feel the tension building inside of me. His hands wrap around
my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he rocks me back and forth. I
close my eyes and lose control when my body explodes from the inside out.
Again, I'm shocked by
the intensity of the moment. He slows our movements, and kisses me tenderly.
Pulling me close, we remain wrapped around each other for several minutes,
neither of us saying a thing as our breathing becomes even.
“Quince, have you told
him? Does he know you have someone else waiting for you?”
Instantly, I come
crashing back to earth.
I'm used to getting what I want. I've always
taken what I wanted. No apologies. No excuses.
I know what it feels like to be betrayed, when
someone else is calling all the shots. I've been down that road, and I'm not
going there again. I've got my family, my friends, and the brotherhood. That's
all I need.
I believe in Fate. Everything happens for a
reason. But what do you do when Fate kicks you in the gut, plays a cruel joke
When I met Quincy Priest, she was a flame I
couldn't put out. A freakin' wildfire. She blew in to my life, burned it to the
ground, then left me standing in the ashes. Gone as suddenly as she came. I'm
not sure if I should love her or hate her… But I don't hate her. I could never
What do you do when the person who broke you may
be the only person who can put you back together?
Can you run from Fate?
Do you even want to?
This is Brody's story.
“So, what am I doing here, Brody?”
Her voice cracks, like she’s nervous or scared of me. “You confuse me. I’m not
really sure what you want from me.” Well, that’s an easy one.
Walking toward her, I hold out my
hand.”Quince, it’s not about what I want from you. It’s
about what I want with you.”
She hesitates before reaching for my
outstretched hand, and I pull her to stand in front of me. With her boots on,
she’s a little taller and a helluva lot sexier. I draw her close, her body
perfectly aligning with mine. Indecision floods her eyes, warning me that I
will scare her away if I move too fast. So instead, I begin to sway with the
music that penetrates the walls.
She moves with me, setting a slow,
seductive rhythm, her hips gently swaying to the beat. And when she lays her
head on my chest, I wonder if she can hear my heart, pounding inside.I feel her
breath on my neck and her body flex as she rises to her toes, just before
her lips touch the sensitive spot just under my ear. Breathing in deep, I tilt
my head back, giving her control. Her lips part, and her tongue glides over my
skin, blazing a path down my neck. My hands are suddenly in her hair, tangled
in it, urging her on.
“Fuck, Quince. You are driving me
crazy,” I whisper. My voice is deep and hoarse. This is sweet torture.My words
seem to ignite something in her, her hands finding the bottom of my shirt and
tugging it up. Her movements grow more hurried, more needy, and her breath
comes in short bursts.
Yeah, I think Little Miss Perfect
likes dirty talk.
Patience (Choices #2.5)
Ryan is the kind of girl everyone wants to be friends with. Her spunky and
carefree outlook on life often leads to trouble of the best kind. She's not
afraid to speak her mind, and when it comes to her friends, she's fiercely
loyal and protective. When she met Eric, she knew immediately, he was her
forever, but why was he holding back?
James is the epitome of a Greek God. He parties hard while trying to meet the
expectations of his overachiever parents. When he met Jenna, sparks flew, and
he knew he'd met his match.
Eric is hiding a small secret. When Jenna finds out, these two will embark on a
wild and hilarious journey to torture each other into submission.
Who will win? And who will learn the true meaning of... Patience?
is a Choices novella that can be read as a standalone. The characters of
Choices/Fate do make an appearance in Patience.
soon as the door closes, Jenna quickly turns, pushing me back against the door.
"You think I didn't notice you checking me out?" The playful lilt of
her voice sends chills up my back and down my arms, anticipation settling in
the pit of my stomach.
can't help myself when you look like this," I groan as she runs her hand
down my chest, pressing her body against mine. The way she molds to me, hip to
hip, it's as if she were made just for me.
hands run up her thighs and around her ass, pulling her into me. I hold my
breath as she leans closer, her lips ghosting across my mine, a whisper that
is... almost. My eyes are drawn to hers, never wavering as she pulls back, her
lips gliding along my jaw, to my ear, her soft exhale shooting bolts of
pleasure pulsing through me. I close my eyes, anticipating her touch, her
tongue... Her mouth moves against me as she whispers, "You are in so much
trouble, Eric James."
abruptly pushes against my chest, freeing herself from my arms, backing away
with a sly grin on her face. I take two steps toward her, and she holds up a
hand, halting me where I stand. I'm confused. "What the hell,
silly boy. You didn't think you were going to get off that easy, did you?"
Still smiling, she sashays to the closet, those long, bare legs carrying her
further from me. Slowly, she bends down, her shorts riding up to expose the
soft curves of her ass, as she removes her boots one at a time. Every movement
is calculated, orchestrated to draw me into her wicked web. Yeah, she knows
exactly what she's doing.
you do not want to play this game with me. I will win." My eyes trail back
up her body as she stands. When she glances at me over her shoulder, her
eyelids hooded, my body responds immediately.
yeah?" The tip of her tongue runs over her bottom lip before she pulls it
between her teeth. "I'd ask if you wanna bet on that, but you already did,
saucy little shit.
Hope (Choices 3)
the high school softball star. He's the fraternity chaplain.
the good guy. She's the wild child.
Nichols has a secret. After one night, one mistake, she throws away her
softball career, walking away from everything she loves. Broken and damaged,
the last thing she needs is someone making her question everything she knows.
No one has
ever made her want to be so good.
White is the stereotypical nice guy. When his fraternity brother betrays him
with the girl of his dreams, he struggles to be the man he wants to be without
losing the man he is. Eliza may be
exactly what he needs.
No one has
ever made him want to be so bad.
these two come together, their lives collide in a battle of wills. One moment
can change the rest of your life. You can accept it... or you may find hope
where there appears to be nothing at all.
"Do a shot with me?" She sways against me, wrapping
her arms around my neck, and I wonder how much she's had to drink.
"Can't. I'm driving tonight."
"Oh, come on." She pinches her fingers together,
saying, "Just one little shot?"
"One." I give in but not without a price. "If
I get to do it my way." Her brows shoot up, her eyes swirling
with questions. She has no idea what those red lips do to me, that if we
weren't in the kitchen in the middle of a party, I'd throw her down and ravish
her right this instant.
"Yeah? What's that?" Breathy. Soft. Sensual.
"Body shot." I push her backwards until she's
propped up on her elbows.
I reach for a shot glass, filling it to the rim with tequila.
Once I'm done, I push her skirt high up on her thighs and place the shot glass
between her legs. My hands linger, burning from her heat. Her eyes darken as
her breathing hitches in anticipation. Next, I reach for a lime, running it
down the top of her thigh, lingering when she gasps and closes her eyes. I add
salt, sprinkling it down the wet line drawn in lime juice. Bending my knees, I
lean down. I look up at her, our eyes meeting in one, brief heated moment. Ever
so slowly, I lick the salt and lime from her leg, trailing my tongue over the
soft skin there. She gasps when I move upward, my face nestled between her legs
as I take the shot glass between my teeth and stand. I tip my head back and
swallow the contents, a slow burn blazing a path down my throat. Without using
my hands, I bend and drop the glass onto the counter.
"I should've known," she whispers, her eyes
half-closed as her hand grips the edge.
"What?" I smile knowingly. I'd bet my car I know
exactly what she's thinking right now.
"You don't do shots like a nice guy. You had to go and
make it all sexy and shit."
I smile knowingly, her assessment unleashing a week's worth
of pent-up frustration. I'm trying, with all my might, to treat her right, but
she's not making it easy.
"That's because you're all sexy and
shit." I lean in, stealing one more kiss before she pushes me away,
giggling. I push off the counter, standing in front of her. I take her hand,
helping her down, her body sliding down mine one inch at a time. She backs
away, her gaze never faltering.
Sydney Lane lives in Nashville, TN with her husband and
children. Growing up in Smalltown, USA, Sydney dreamed of being a writer. After
spending an outrageous amount of money to go to college, Sydney finally decided
to follow her heart. Drug dealer and mommy by day, her alter ego is an author
by night. Sydney is very active in charity work for anti-bullying and
depression awareness groups.
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