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Title: Waiting for Someday
Author: M.M. Koenig
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Waiting for Someday:
Danger is nothing new to Bri McAndrews. After an accident that almost took her life, Bri has to mourn the loss of a relationship that should’ve been forever. Trey Donovan broke her heart and moving on has been nearly impossible, especially when threats start piling in. Bri has an idea of who’s pulling the strings, but finding the proof is presenting to be a whole new set of problems.
The guilt of risking Bri’s life is a living entity in Trey Donovan’s gut, eating away at him with every forbidden word, touch, emotion. But that isn’t enough to keep Trey from having Bri any way he can—even if it means causing her a world of hurt in the process.
Trey will stop at nothing to keep Bri safe, but he’s already taken a gamble with her heart. When push comes to shove, will Trey and Bri rise from the ashes of everything they’ve become, or will they continue Waiting for Someday?
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I ran my fingers down her pink cheek, but was quickly distracted by some commotion near the entrance. After spotting a guy in a ski mask, an icy chill coasted down my back. From a distance, it looked like one of Cassidy’s friends. I expected him to march over to me, but it became clear it was just a couple guys horsing around. They made their way toward the kiosk to grab some coffee. As they did, the guy I initially saw pulled off his mask before slapping his buddy on the back.
Bri cleared her throat to grab my attention. Her gaze was inquisitive as she stared at me, so I did exactly what she did to me when I tried to read her and took another long sip of coffee.
“Do you want to crash at my apartment or go back to yours?” I asked, setting down my cup and ignoring the way my skin continued to crawl.
Bri eyed me with caution. “It doesn’t matter to me. Yours would probably be better. The girls still aren’t the biggest fan of you and think I’m insane for believing things will actually be different.”
I scowled. “We’ll go back to mine.”
“It’s going to take a while for everyone to come around. Kylie and Peyton aren’t the only ones who’ve weighed in on us,” Bri murmured, twisting her hands together.
“Yeah, I’ve gotten an earful from Micah, Shane, and Mia. After what happened last Friday, I think Jackson is laying low with everyone, but when he does resurface, I’m sure he’ll toss in his two cents,” I grumbled, keeping my eyes on the granite flecks in the table.
She tilted my chin up. “They can say what they want, it’s not going to make a difference to me. I’m not going to let anyone get in the way of us being together. I know you won’t either.”
As I stared at her flawless face, the piercing pain in my heart faded some. Her eyes searched mine and tranquil waves flowed through me. I rested my hand over hers, savoring the way she could chase away any awry feeling within me. Somehow over the years, she’d gotten even more beautiful, but that wasn’t what drew me to her the most. The kindness in her soul still left me in awe every day. I could live for a thousand years and never measure up to it.
Bursts of desire swept through me, and I brushed my lips across hers. Apparently, it was far too brief for her. She grasped the back of my neck and intertwined her tongue with mine. I returned the kiss with just as much fervor. After exploring every aspect of my mouth and lingering around my tongue ring, she released a heady moan.
A few people groaned as they walked past us, so I reluctantly pulled away. Bri sucked in a few breaths before raising her eyebrows. I shook my head to regain my wits. It was still far too easy for me to get distracted by her amazing mouth and body.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you, what led to Peyton beating the crap out of Jackson? She never lets guys get to her, so it was odd to have that be the catalyst to you being in cuffs. I mean, I’m all for you in handcuffs, but not under those circumstances,” I said with a sinful grin.
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About M.M. Koenig:
M.M. Koenig enjoys being active and has a variety of interests that coincide with her passion for life. Always one to try new things, she has acquired a variety of skills. Her sarcastic nature and multitude of experiences tend to find their way into her novels.
When she has free time and isn’t writing, she spends as much time as she can with friends and family. To fuel her soul, she is constantly looking for new music, movies, and books to keep the writer’s block at bay.
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“Dinah? The appearance of working is not actually working.”
I jumped in my seat, twisting my head up to see my professor looming over me. “Mr. Cogsworth! I-I am…”
“Spacing out,” he finished for me. “I know the look all too well. I see it many times a day.”
I lowered my head, feeling a twang of guilt. “I’m sorry.”
“Dinah, you are by far one of my best students. Your work ethic is impeccable. It’s okay to give yourself a break every once in a while.” A soft smile peeked out from his French Fork beard. “Sometimes a break from the madness is good. Your mind needs to let go.”
My gaze snapped to him, his phrase ringing something in my head. It felt so far away and distant, like a scream from inside a coffin.
“Did you forget what we discussed before?” He tucked his beefy hands into his waistcoat.
“Discussed?”
“Don’t think in such a straight line. It is not merely one plane on which certainty lives. What you perceive may not be, but what you don’t see may be the only reality that is true.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Struggling to breathe, his statement fell on my chest, feeling heavy. It sounded like nonsense, but I couldn’t brush away the sick feeling in my stomach. “Not everything is what it seems, my dear. As I said before, sometimes it’s worth risking everything for something you can’t see but can feel.” He bent closer. “Look closer, Dinah, and find the cracks in the seams. The puzzle pieces that don’t fit.” With a wink, he turned and ambled away, conversing with the next student.
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