Monday, December 1, 2014

Played Cover Reveal (+Excerpt)

Release Day: Dec. 30, 2014 
“Holy shit, Aiden,” Chloe gasps as she flicks the lounge room light on and finds me sitting on her couch. “You shouldn’t have come here.”

Slowly, my eyes travel over her body, taking in every part of her that I’ve loved with such intensity, that I still have the urge to go to her and reclaim her as mine. But I stay where I am–the wound in my chest seems to ache at the sight of her. It’s as if it’s reminding me of who she is and what she’s capable of.

Staying silent, I watch her place her handbag and keys on the side table as she reaches down to take off her heels and pushes them against the wall with her stockinged feet.

“Can I get you a drink before you head off?” she asks, as if me breaking into her house and waiting for her in a darkened room is something that happens between us every day.

As if seeing the man who wants an explanation as to why she double-crossed him is something that happens every day.

Studying her as she heads to the kitchen and takes two beers out of the refrigerator, I have to wonder if she’s some sort of sociopath. She shows little emotion at the sight of me, which is shit, because I’m feeling a whole range of emotions at the sight of her…

She stands in front of me and holds a beer out, and I set my jaw, looking up at her but refusing to take it. Pressing her lips together, she withdraws the bottle and leans to the side to place it on the chrome and glass lamp table beside me.

“You’re angry with me,” she states, taking a seat across from me as she crosses her legs and smooths out the length of her skirt.

“More than angry, Chloe. There isn’t even a word for how I’m feeling toward you.”

She nods and places her bottle on the table next to her, keeping her eyes on mine. Watching me. 
Gauging what I’m about to do. Why is she so damn calm? She should be scared as fuck at the sight of me after what she did.

“Is my life in danger?”

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“On what your answers are.”


“You shot me in the chest.”

“I did.”

“I know how good a shot you are.”

She nods, waiting for me to continue, although I’m sure she knows exactly what my question is.

“Why didn’t you kill me?”

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