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Just for Now by Abbi Glines - Romance>Contemporary
An insatiable attraction heats to the boiling point in this steamy book set in the shore town of Sea Breeze from the author of the white-hot The Vincent Boys.
Preston is one bad boy. And Amanda has harbored a crush on him for forever. When she finally makes her move on him, it does not end well. But still, she can't resist him. Especially now that he seems to be pursuing her, too.
No one wants wants them to be together. Not Amanda's brother Marcus, who is on the verge of his marriage to Low, and definitely not any of Preston's buddies. They know way too much about Preston's dark side. Even Preston realizes he's not good enough for someone like her.
But Amanda believes there is more to Preston than his bad boy persona, and she is determined to unearth what he's hiding behind his seductive blue eyes--secrets that could explain his actions. Secrets Amanda might not be able to forgive.
Yet the dangerous attraction persists...and neither Preston nor Amanda is going to deny it.
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Sensuality Rating: Not rated
Three months later . . .
The bottom step was rotten. I needed to put fixing that on my priority list. One of the kids was going to run down them and end up with a twisted ankle--or worse, a broken leg--if I ignored it. Stepping over it, I walked the rest of the way up the steps to my mother's trailer.
It had been a week since I'd stopped by and checked on things. Mom's latest boyfriend had been drunk, and I'd ended up taking a swing at him when he'd called my seven-year-old sister, Daisy, a chickenshit for spilling her glass of orange juice. I'd busted his lip. Mom had screamed at me and told me to get out. I figured a week was enough time for her to get over it.
The screen door swung open, and a big gap-toothed smile greeted me.
"Preston's here!" Brent, my eight-year-old brother, called out before wrapping his arms around my legs.
"Hey, bud, what's up?" I asked, unable to return the hug. My arms were full of groceries for the week.
"He brought food," Jimmy, my eleven-year-old brother, announced, and stepped outside and reached for one of the bags I was carrying.
"I got these. There's more in the Jeep. Go get 'em, but watch that bottom step. It's about to go. I gotta fix it."
Jimmy nodded and hurried off toward the Jeep.
"Did you get me dose Fwooty Pebbles I wyke?" Daisy asked as I stepped into the living room. Daisy was developmentally delayed in her speech. I blamed my mother's lack of caring.
"Yep, Daisy May, I got you two boxes," I assured her, and walked across the worn, faded blue carpet to set the bags down on the kitchen counter. The place reeked of cigarette smoke and nasty.
"Momma?" I called out. I knew she was here. The old beat-up Chevelle she drove was in the yard. I wasn't going to let her avoid me. The rent was due. I needed any other bills that may have come in the mail.
"She's sweepin'," Daisy said in a whisper.
I couldn't keep the scowl off my face. She was always sleeping. If she wasn't sleeping, she was off drinking.
"The dickhead left her yesterday. She's been holed up pouting ever since," Jimmy said as he put the other groceries down beside mine.
Good riddance. The man was a mooch. If it wasn't for the kids, I'd never show up at this place. But my mom had full custody because in Alabama as long as you have a roof and you aren't abusing your kids, then you get to keep them. It's some fucked-up shit.
"You bought free gaddons of milk?" Daisy asked in awe as I pulled out all three gallons of milk from a paper bag.
"'Course I did. How are you gonna eat two boxes of Fruity Pebbles if you don't have any milk?" I asked, bending down to look her in the eyes.
"Pweston, I don't think I can dwink all free," she said in another whisper. Dang, she was cute.
I ruffled her brown curls and stood up. "Well, I guess you'll have to share with the boys, then."
Daisy nodded seriously like she agreed that was a good idea.
"You bought pizza rolls! YES! Score," Jimmy cheered as he pulled out the large box of his favorite food and ran to the freezer with it.
Seeing them get excited over food made everything else okay. I'd gone weeks with nothing but white bread and water when I was their age. Momma hadn't cared if I ate or not. If it hadn't been for my best friend, Marcus Hardy, sharing his lunch with me every day at school, I'd have probably died from malnutrition. I wasn't about to let that happen to the kids.
"I thought I told you to get out. You caused enough trouble 'round here. You run off Randy. He's gone. Can't blame him after you broke his nose for nothin'." Momma was...
Just for NowBy: Abbi Glines