Title: The Problem With Heartache
Series: Crazy in Love
#3
Author: Lauren K. McKellar
Genre: Contemporary Romance (New
Adult)
Release Date: February 27, 2015
Synopsis
The problem with
heartache is that there’s no
one-size-fits-all relief package. You can go to
classes; you can try to embrace change.
But when you wake up at two in the
morning, a smile on your face because
you’ve dreamt about the could have—the
should have—nothing will console
you.
Because
seconds
later, you
remember.
And remembering
can rip you
apart.
***
Kate will do anything for her
family. It’s why she took the job with
Lee. It’s why she’s attempting to forget
her pain. But it's hard to
forget,
when you're desperate to hold
on.
Even if Lee Collins is the perfect
package.
Lee will do anything for the
ones
he cares about. It’s why he hired
Kate.
It’s why he keeps his secrets,
and it’s why he cannot, will not fall in
love. Not with Kate—not with
anyone.
Ever.
The
one thing he
can’t
forgive.
The one thing she can’t
forget.
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Excerpt
“You. In.”
She pointed to the room behind me, and I
glanced over my shoulder.
“In there?” I smirked again, but her
cheeks didn’t get any redder, to my
astonishment. “Is now really the time?”
She pushed against my naked chest,
her steely eyes fixed on my face the
whole time, then slammed the door behind
us with her foot.
“If you wanted some private time
together, you just had to say so.” I
joked, leaning back against the chair that
was positioned in front of the mirror in
my dressing room.
“You think this is funny?” Kate
asked, her head tilted to the side.
“Actually … yeah.” I nodded and
smiled again, not
unkindly.
Kate looked down, and for one
God-awful moment I thought she was going
to cry.
Then, she did something better than
crying. Holy mother of crap sticks, was
this better than crying.
She raised her hands to the top of
her black button-up shirt—and she undid
the top button. Creamy, white skin is
exposed, defined collarbones, teasing my
eyes down to—
She undid another button. Holy fuck,
what was Kate doing? Her cleavage heaved
in front of me, and I got a hint, just
a hint of her black lacy
bra.
“It cannot be a coincidence that one
man is shirtless in front of me six times
in two weeks.”
I grinned. She’d counted.
That
totally means she’s into
it.
Then she did something that
completely surprised me. Hell, it shocked
the living daylight out of me. In one
fluid movement, she grabbed the sides of
her shirt and pulled, popping open her
entire top and then shrugging it over her
shoulders so she stood there in the
world’s hottest black, lacy bra,
skin-tight black denim jeans and these
shoes—how the hell did I not notice them
before?—that were red, high, and sexy
as sin.
I swallowed. “So … this is a revenge
…” Swallow, “…
strip?”
“This is me, trying to do something
to get you to pay attention and listen
when I ask you to do something.” Kate’s
voice was honey as it melted into
me.
I raised my hand to the back of my
neck and rubbed at the muscles there that
had suddenly become tight with
tension. “Oh, I’m paying attention, all
right.” I widened my eyes. There was
absolutely no doubt about that right now.
“Get back stage, Lee. Seriously.
This is your last
warning.”
I swallowed again, and felt the
clamminess of perspiration beading my
brow. Was it hot in here? It sure felt
hot.
She stepped close to me, till her
chest was almost touching my chest. Shit,
she smelt like soap and hairspray and
… apples.
Delicious.
“I …” My gaze flicked to her lips,
and I wondered if it would really be that
bad if I kissed her. After all, that
wouldn’t be promising her marriage, and
maybe she’d be up for a casual thing.
And her lips—they were so red, and plump,
and—oh God, she just licked them with
that sweet-as-hell little tongue,
and—
The palm of her hand made contact
with my face before I even registered her
arm moving. Five elegant fingers
stung my cheek and I jerked backward,
clutching my face in pain. “What the
hell?”
Kate walked over to where her shirt
lay on the floor and picked it up,
casually shrugging it on. She had the
biggest shit-eating grin on her face, and
I couldn’t help but give a little
smile myself. I’d not seen her look so
animated since she first boarded the
bus.
“I told you it was your final
warning,” she said, doing up her buttons,
then turned to the door, wrenching it
open and making a sweeping gesture with
her arm, allowing me passage through.
“Now, Mr Collins, if you please.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled, walking past
her and out into the corridor. I passed
Xander’s door, and a thought flashed
through my mind. What if she stripped for
all the guys to get them on stage? I
couldn’t have her
just—
“Lee?” The voice halted me in my
tracks. I spun to face
her.
She threw my black shirt at me. “Put
some clothes
on.”
Author
Bio
Lauren K. McKellar is an author and
editor. Her debut
novel, Finding Home,
was released through Escape Publishing on October
1, 2013, and her second release, NA
Contemporary Romance The Problem With
Crazy
, is self-published, and
is available now. She loves books that evoke
emotion, and hope hers make you
feel.
Lauren lives by the beach in Australia
with her
husband and their two dogs. Most of the
time, all three of them are well
behaved.
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