When twenty-six year old Kathleen Cooper realizes that she
forfeited her dreams and aspirations of becoming a lawyer after a brash decision
to run off and marry the insanely charming Aidan Cooper, she decides to regain
what she lost over the course of their seven-year relationship and start
fresh.
With a renewed sense of hope and determination, she moves to
a different city, lands a new job, and meets the handsome Benjamin Chase in a
serendipitous way.
But even with all of these changes and hopes of gaining a
new life, Kathleen is still not happy with the person she sees in the mirror
staring back at her. She is an insomniac. She generally has bad luck in just
about everything she attempts. She’s clumsy, and even if Prince Charming fell
into her lap, she would likely push him in the opposite direction, for fear of
getting hurt or worse, hurting someone else. This time she can’t blame any of
these things on her bad luck or her destructive marriage. This time, it’s not
her heart that’s in danger. This time, she has much more to lose and everything
to gain.
Will she realize her mistakes in time to repair the
damage?
Will she be able to reverse her shattered self-image and
discover true happiness?
Will she ever find her way back to the person she was before
seven years of bad luck?
Chill
bumps spread like a fierce wildfire across the surface of my skin. I couldn’t
tell if Ben noticed or not. I hoped that he didn’t. He leaned slightly to his
left and deposited his coffee cup onto an end table. Then it was his turn to
break our intense silence, and boy, he didn’t just break the silence, he
shattered it into a million pieces along with my stupid ploy and formerly
bolstered, but newly absent, courage. Apparently, once Ben spoke, my
smart-mouthed inner Kat disappeared in a hurry. His voice came out low and
rough; each syllable that rolled off his tongue seemed to stroke me internally,
causing my stomach to flip and flutter wildly.
“Kathleen, am I the one to thank for these chill bumps, all over your skin or
did something else do this for you?” As he spoke to me, he lifted his right
hand and lightly brushed the backs of his long fingers down my right upper arm
then swirled a light circle around my elbow and continued down the sensitive
inner skin of my forearm, skating across my flesh with barely-there strokes
from his nimble fingers.
I kept my eyes cast away from his. I seemed incapable of looking
directly into his eyes. I felt as if looking straight into those glowing depths
of vivid blue would cause me to be swallowed up whole and pulled beneath the
surface to blissfully drown in him. The fierce sexual energy that permeated the
air around Ben made it difficult to breathe, and it intimidated me. I
chose not to answer him. Or perhaps I couldn’t answer
him.
“Kathleen, look at me.” His commanding tone and presence was hard to challenge
even from a distance and far more grueling a task within such close quarters. I
could smell him, I could feel the warmth from his body radiating outward, and I
could clearly hear each breath he drew from the space between us and pulled
down to fill his lungs. I felt a powerful crimson, heated blush roll through my
veins. It coursed throughout my body leaving evidence of my arousal in its
wake. My skin heated, and my neck and cheeks flushed into a hot red. I realized
that I was helplessly adrift in a sea of desire and arousal and that battling
the current would be useless. I could either embrace the journey along the
formidable pull of the current, or I could fight in vain against Mother Nature,
knowing that undoubtedly I would lose.
“Look at me. Answer my question.” I lifted my eyes from the floor, but still
avoided his stare.
He extended his long index finger and placed the pad of it beneath my chin and
encouraged my head to tilt back, forcing my eyes to meet his. The moment we
locked eyes, my breathing halted , and I felt my stomach flip and flutter all
over again with a heightened need that exceeded any feeling I had experienced
before it, ever. I battled against myself for composure so that I could finally
answer him. I had not the faintest idea of what I would say, but I knew I
needed to say something. My eyes darted around a bit, and he released my jaw,
giving me an opportunity to speak.
Tit for tat, I thought.
“You never answered my own question, Mr. Chase.” I made a
point to emphasize his name in hopes that sounding more like his employee would
bring a halt to his request for an answer. I was hoping we could end this
torturous little tango that had me tied up in knots.
No, Kat. You wish Ben had you tied up. He hasn’t done it
yet.
And with that sarcastic little jab to my sex life (or lack thereof), the inner
Kat sauntered back into my head as if she had merely stepped away for a moment,
but didn’t go too far.
Emma Stone as KAT
Gerald
Butler as BEN
USA Today Best Selling Author,J.L. Mac is twenty-seven years
old and currently resides in El Paso, Texas, where she enjoys living near her
family. She was born and raised in Galveston, Texas. J.L. admittedly has had a
long and sordid love affair with the written word and has loved every minute of
it. She drinks too many glasses of wine on occasion,and says way too many swear
words to be considered “lady-like.” J.L. spends her free time reading, writing,
and playing with her children.
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