Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
She’s captivating—her beauty, her energy—pulling him in with an undeniable force. One wild, unforgettable night of passion where time stood still. No last names, no promises, no expectations. Only raw, scorching chemistry.
When Tysen wakes up the next morning, the woman who rocked his world is gone. She’s vanished into thin air, and the only trace he has of Maci is the lingering scent of her clinging to his skin.
Months later, fate throws them back together. She’s on his private jet, just as stunning as ever—the only problem? She’s avoiding him at every turn, keeping her distance, and that only fuels Tysen’s desire for her. He’s going after the irresistible temptation, and he won’t stop until he has her in his arms again.
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PROLOGUE
MACI
Six Weeks Earlier
I’m jobless.
I’m homeless.
And I’m heartbroken.
“What can I get for you?” I’m knocked out of my reverie before tumbling into the levels of betrayal a woman can go through in the span of forty-eight hours.
“Tequila, and keep them coming,” I respond without looking up, too busy trying to slide onto the barstool without making a fool out of myself by falling to the ground. Too bad I’ve already done that in the form of being a dumb woman who chased after a man. Yep, I’m thirty-four years old and have not one single thing to show for it. No car and definitely no home to call my own, and a career that I’ve been more than made aware of currently has me blacklisted.
“Bad day?” I look up from the bar top, finally settled in, and am yanking my skirt down that has a penchant to rise up anytime there’s a chair of some sort involved. Why didn’t I take the time to change out of my work clothes and into a pair of comfy sweats? Oh, that’s right, because I had to somehow manage to hold my head high, keep my shoulders back, and sign the termination papers. Why not add more insult to injury? I did what I had to do. Unfortunately, it meant dressing appropriately because I would never allow that asshat to make me feel any more inferior than I already do. Then I had to swing back to the hotel I’d been staying at, grab my carry-on suitcase, and book it to the airport. I didn’t even have time to use the restroom since time was of the essence, and the last thing I wanted was to be stranded here longer than necessary. Fat a lot of good that did me.
“More like bad week,” I respond. Usually, I have better manners than the ones I’m portraying at the present moment. But I’ve been sitting at this airport for hours upon hours, waiting to board my plane, only to have to stay another night. You know, in the sort of way where it’s impossible to leave the tarmac. Apparently, there was a mechanical issue, then there was no pilot, and then the weather turned downright terrible. The excuses seemed endless. I was handed a voucher for a hotel room attached to the airport and sent on my merry way. It did indeed help dull the raging inferno inside of my soul, but barely.
“Thanks.” The shot of tequila burns like battery acid sliding down my throat.
“Another?” Kelsey asks. I noticed her name badge on the upper left-hand side of her shirt when I slugged the shot back.
“Please.” She pours another shot while my hand never leaves the glass. I’m acting ridiculous, like someone is going to take their last meal away, when the bar is empty. I let go of the glass, allowing it to sit on the dark wood, take a fortifying breath, and try to calm my quaking nerves.
“No problem,” Kelsey replies before moving away. I’d have thought for sure this bar would be busy with this being an international airport in a city I once loved. A place that at any given time could cater to your every whim. I keep my hands in my lap, my thumb fiddling with the mixed metal ring on my index finger, and think back on the reason why I’ve had to box up every last belonging I owned with my now ex-boyfriend, ship it to my parents’ house, and change my mailing address and every last password to every single thing—banking app, email, social media, and bills. It’s been a mess to have to do this from thousands of miles away from the comfort of your true home. A home I called the second everything went down. My dad tried to hop on the next plane to Vegas, but Mom and I talked him down, thankfully. It’s better to cut and, in my case, run. Sprint right back to my parents in Florida. Which is what I was trying to do today, except the world is out to get me, and yes, this is my woe-is-me moment. Tomorrow, I’ll pull my big girl panties up in order to face my fate. Today is not that day. I grab the shot and am about to suck it down in one swallow when I hear his voice.