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Braelynn Wolf is focused on two things: work and law school.
That is how she survives.
That is how she’ll make a difference.
Until she meets HIM.
Peyton Haas is sexy, dangerous, and forbidden. The defense attorney on Braelynn’s first legal case is the only man who can cloud her judgment. Unable to stay away, she finds herself lying to everyone around her so she can spend time with the man who makes her feel things she never felt before—things she never dreamed possible.
With the legal case hanging on a thread, can Braelynn ignore the relationship she has built with Peyton?
As I waited for the elevator my heart pounded. I couldn’t walk away again. I wanted this. No, I needed this. My body was craving his.
I just needed one night to get rid of this hunger I had for him.
The elevator dinged and the door glided open. Bringing my hand to my chest, I attempted to hold on to my heart as it practically beat out of my chest.
Hazel eyes were the first things I saw.
Haas was leaned back against the elevator wall, one foot pressed against it, dressed in jeans, a white T-shirt, and flip-flops. This was the second time I’d seen him as the sexy boy next door, and I liked it. A lot. A sly smirk appeared on his face, as if he knew what I was thinking, and I bit my lip. I inhaled deeply before walking toward him, my heels clicking softly as I entered the elevator. Without removing the smile from his face, he moved to the adjacent wall so we were facing one another. His eyes burned through me, and I hoped mine matched his. He didn’t speak until the door closed.
“So you want to get fucked tonight?” he asked, his conniving smile still present.
“One night,” I said, raising my index finger. “One.”
“Just one?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest, his biceps muscles pushing against his cotton shirt. I felt my nipples harden under my bra.
“One night. You can have me for one night and tomorrow we pretend it never happened.” My words slurred a little as I pointed at him to indicate my seriousness.
“Are you drunk?” he questioned.
I lifted my left hand to my eyes and squinted through my index finger and thumb. “A little, but I’m coherent.”
“So this is consensual?” he inquired, walking toward me.
I nodded eagerly when I felt the elevator stop. “Oh, this is consensual, all right.”
The doors opened and he grabbed my hand, leading me into his house. He stopped halfway through the foyer and faced me. His sharp turn caused me to hit his firm, muscular chest.
Livia Jamerlan is the author of Divided. She is also a hopeless romantic who is always looking for her next love story to pop in her head. Though Livia kept a journal throughout her early life, she never thought about pursuing a career in writing. She always used it as form of therapy, pouring her heart out into words. It wasn’t until a story developed in her head that she decided maybe she could write a book. At first it was just an escape from reality, but now she uses it as a power to put all her feelings, hopes, and fears on paper. Deciding it was time to tell her story, she began to write. With each passing day the story grew, characters were formed, and what seemed like a hobby at first has now become a passion for Livia.
She is a New Jersey Native who loves spending time with her husband and two dogs Buddy and Daisy. When she is not writing or hiding behind her Kindle, you can find her with outside, gardening, at a local shopping center enjoying some retail therapy, or enjoy a pepperoni pizza.