Title: Unwritten
Series: Beachwood Bay #7
Author: Melody Grace
Release Date: March 10,
2015
Synopsis
He’s my
best
friend’s brother – and the only boy I’ve
ever loved. Movie star, manwhore, and
totally
off-limits.
Until
now.
I told
myself
it was time to move on, until one epic
night changed everything. Now there’s no
denying the way I feel when he touches
me, or the reckless desire in his
eyes.
Once we
cross that line, there’s no going back.
But can I risk it all for him when he’s
still hiding secrets of his
own?
Some
love stories are destiny. Ours is still
unwritten.
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I only have one New Year’s resolution, and it’s
the same I’ve had for six years now:
Make Blake Callahan fall madly,
deeply, and uncontrollably in love with
me.
Every year, I write it in big block
letters on the first page of my new
journal, and every year, I finish out
December with those some words still
taunting me. But not this time. This year,
I’ve decided, I’m really going to make it
happen.
“Happy New Year!”
Noise floods through my thoughts.
The party is in full swing around me,
hundreds of people crammed into the
amazing beachfront mansion. Music plays
so loud I can feel it in my chest, and
everywhere I look, people are flirting
and laughing, getting ready for that
midnight
kiss.
I check my phone. Just a few minutes
to midnight. My heart beats faster. If
I’m going to do this, I need to do it
now. I can see Blake out on the deck,
looking illegally
hot in a vintage white T-shirt and jeans
that deserve an award for their
services to womankind. I haven’t seen him
in a couple of years, but
clearly, he only gets more devastating
with age. It’s the reason he’s
tipped as the hot new Hollywood star,
about to break out in his first big movie
role. But to me, he’ll always be plain
old Blake Callahan:
my first love, my unrequited
crush.
My best friend’s older
brother.
I’ve always been too scared to cross
that line, but tonight is different.
Tonight, everything changes. I take a deep breath,
slide the doors open, and step
outside.
“Hello, stranger.” My voice
comes, sounding flirty and
bold. Good
start.
Blake turns, and I swear, his jaw
drops. I feel another tremor of nerves,
but they melt away when I recognize the
familiar look in his eyes, the one I’ve
seen from plenty of guys since my
transformation, but never from him.
Desire.
He blinks at me in disbelief.
“Zoey?” he says, sounding
uncertain. “Holy shit, what happened to you?”
Play it cool, I remind myself. Easy,
breezy, like
he
’s been the last
thing on your
mind.
I arch an eyebrow. “Good to see you too.”
I sashay over and lean in to kiss
him on both cheeks, the way I learned in
Europe. I leave a smudge of scarlet on
his skin, so I reach up and wipe it away.
He looks confused. “Sorry, Paris,”
I explain, kicking myself for the
familiar
gesture.
“Uh, hey,” Blake recovers.
“Welcome back. Is it just a vacation
visit?”
“It depends,” I say.
“Uh, depends on what?” Blake
asks. His gaze drifts down my
body, all the way to my peep-toe sandals,
the ones that usually make me feel
invincible. But now, I feel stripped
naked under his blue eyes, my heart
beating so loudly in my chest I swear he
can hear it over the muffled sound of
the music
inside.
You.
I bite back the truth. “You’ll see,”
I answer cryptically instead. “But, yes, I’m
back.”
“Tegan will be happy, I know she missed
you,”
Blake smiles.
“Me too.” I try to relax. This
is Blake, I
remind myself. Not some stranger. I know
him. “I missed all of you guys,”
I add, thinking of the whole Callahan
family: Tegan, and their two other
brothers too. “Europe is a long way from
home.”
I take the spot beside him and lean
out to watch the dark shadow of the ocean
play along the distant shore. “So what’s your resolution?” I ask, trying to sound
flirty.
“I guess… Make some great movies this
year,” he smiles. “Not screw up
and wind up waiting
tables again to make a
living.”
I laugh. “No way. We all knew you had the
talent, it just took the world a little
while to catch on.”
“You haven’t seen me act,”
Blake retorts, teasing.
“Sure I have,” I remind him. “I
remember a certain show you did one
Christmas…”
“No!” Blake bursts out
laughing. “God, why would you remind me about
that?”
“Come on,” I tease him, “you
were the hunkiest Ebenezer Scrooge
that Santa Monica ever saw.” He dressed up as a
surfer Scrooge and played scenes on the
promenade for fifty bucks. His brothers
never shut up about it; we teased him all
year.
“Please tell me you don’t have
photos, the tabloids would go crazy,” he
groans.
“Your secret is safe with me.”
“I
knew I could count on you.” Blake smiles,
and I’m hit all over again with the force of
him: that chiseled, handsome face, the
smile, those magnetic blue eyes that
always belonged on a movie screen. I feel
the same flip in my stomach I felt
the day we first met; time and distance
have done nothing to lessen his effect
on me.
I think I see something shift in his
expression, a glimpse of desire,
but it must be wishful thinking, because
he turns away.
“You better get back
inside,” he says shortly. “You’ll miss the
party.”
Disappointment crashes over me.
I turn and slowly walk away, feeling
like a fool. All my plans are for
nothing; I tried and struck out again.
But did you really try? A small voice
nudges me.
Didn’t you promise to
give it your best
shot?
I gulp, then before I know what I’m doing, I whirl around and stride
back to him. I put my hand on his arm,
and pull him around to face me.
“It’s the New Year,” I say
stubbornly, my heart racing.
“Not for another ten seconds.”
Blake looks confused. They’re counting down inside, chanting the
numbers.
Time is running out.
“Then I guess we’ll have to pass the time.”
I take a deep breath, gathering all my
courage, and then I reach up on my tiptoes
and press my lips against his.
“Nine! Eight! Seven!…”
The voices fade away as I fall into
the kiss. Blake’s mouth is warm,
and I can taste the bourbon on his lips,
feel the faint scrape of stubble on
his jaw.
This is it. I’m finally kissing him.
But then I realize, Blake is frozen
in place. He’s not kissing me
back—but he hasn’t pulled away either.
I loop my arms determinedly around
his neck and pull his body down against
mine. As if it was the signal he was
waiting for, Blake suddenly sweeps me
into his arms. He spins me around,
pushing me back against the railings as
he kisses me hard and deep, and I come
undone.
God… This is what I dreamed about, all
those years of innocent fantasy. I must
have played this moment a hundred times
over in my mind, but nothing is as sweet
as the feel of his lips claiming mine,
the heat and desire blazing to life
throughout my whole body.
He eases my lips apart and sinks his
tongue deep into my mouth. I moan against
him, arching up to press closer
against his body. I can feel the taut
muscle through his clothes, the gorgeous
planes of his shoulders and back. His
hands slide over my body, cupping my ass
and molding
me to him, until there’s not an inch of
space between us. And all the while, his
mouth is driving me crazy, teasing and
demanding, his tongue sliding hotly
against mine, igniting a fire in my
bloodstream that spirals low between my
thighs.
The sound of fireworks cuts through
the haze. I pull away, breathless. Bursts
of glitter and stardust light up
across the bay, and there’s the sound of
cheering inside. For a moment, I feel
like the universe is celebrating our
kiss, then I realize we kissed our way
into the New Year.
Elation crashes through me. He kissed me back. I wanted a
sign,
and here it is: big neon letters saying
“He wants you too.”
“That’s decided then,”
I murmur to myself. Blake is standing
there, looking shell-shocked. I smile.
“Happy New Year.”
I turn on my heel, and quickly duck
back into the house before I can ruin the
moment. But just as quickly, my joy fades. Because
now that I know there’s something between
us, my feelings aren’t so safe
anymore.
Loving him could destroy my
friendships, my sense of
family—everything that’s important to me in the world. Once
we cross that line, there’s no going
back.
So
do I take that risk?
Author
Bio
Melody Grace is the New York Times bestselling
author of the
Beachwood Bay series. A small-town girl
turned SoCal beach lover, after
spending her life with her nose in a
book, she decided it was time she wrote
one herself. She loves steamy romance
novels, happily-ever-afters, and lusting
after fictional menfolk. She lives in LA
with her two kittens, Bucky Barnes and
Steve
Rogers.
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