From the moment Peyton Emerson discovered she was pregnant at 18, although scared, she couldn't wait to share the exciting news with the baby's father and her childhood sweetheart, Keller James-who was serving at war in Afghanistan.
Then a letter came from Keller shattering Peyton's world, saying he wanted nothing more to do with her or her unborn child.
Or so she thought....
Fast forward five years, and Peyton, now 23, is living in New York City with her daughter Ivy, and her crazy British best friend Lottie Carter, working part time as a stripper to provide for them.
As Peyton and Keller are reunited, they discover the truths and the lies that left them both heartbroken.
But...
Will she take him back?
Can she forgive him for everything?
Will a chance meeting with the man that left her heartbroken and pregnant, take her back to the dark place he left her in?
Or will they find their love again?
Excerpt 1:
I grabbed the pole and slowly spun on it using one leg, before coming off it again and teasingly started pulling my dress up inch by inch showing them my lace-clad ass before pulling it back down and covering it, hearing them boo. You can’t get naked too quickly, it’s a 4 minute song and I couldn’t stand there naked for that long, fuck that.
Excerpt 2:
Keller groaned into my mouth and I felt one of his arms wrap around my back and the other slowly move up the side of my ribs skimming my breast and up to the back of my neck, where he grasped onto the roots of my hair, twining his hand in and pulling my head back. He deepened the kiss, pulling his lip from in-between mine and gently bit mine.
I gasped at the slight sting and he took advantage and pushed his tongue in.
Our tongues battled for what seemed like hours when in actuality it was a minute or so. I pulled away gasping for breath, but Keller didn’t once take his lips off my skin. He just moved slowly down my cheek, kissed my jaw, before moving to my neck, where he sucked and tasted and nibbled.
Amy Muscat is a twenty-two year old London girl, a bookaholic, and when she’s not writing or reading, you can find her pulling a pint behind the bar where she works, where she drives all her customers mad talking about people that don't exist.
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