Title: Not The
One
Author: Amy
Daws
Release Date: Dec 8,
2015
~Not The One is Full Length Standalone Adult
Romance~
My name is Reyna
Miracle.
Even though a part of my name is Miracle,
there’s nothing miraculous about me.
My body portrays the tales of my
life.
Every feeling, every heartbreak, every
emotion.
Marked. Inked.
Stained.
A walking canvas of my messed up
truth.
But there’s one confession I can’t
put in a tattoo.
A confession that will kill me to tell, but my best
friend died before I had the chance.
Now I’m left with
him.
The only one who can hold me in the night and
squeeze that spot on my neck that feels like my lifeline between sanity and
chaos.
But we don’t work
together.
We’re absolute poison for each
other.
We’re a stifling, suffocating, sickness of
darkness.
But I feel safe...because I’ve made an art of
pushing people away.
Now he’s pushing
back…
And making me
believe...
Making me
wonder...
Maybe, just
maybe...
I could be the
one.
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After several swallows, he
closes his eyes and lowers the bottle. “Easy there, sport.” My voice has
a menacing tone to it. “We both said we were going to cool it on the
drinking.”
“You just nicked my
entire glass of red!” he retorts.
“You look like this
isn’t your first bottle, Hayden.”
He sighs heavily and glares at
me. His damaged, hard gray eyes searching my face for further argument.
Mindlessly, he glances down to my chest and the lids of his eyes droop as heat
flourishes beneath them.
I instantly know he’s no
longer angry about the wine.
He begins to stalk slowly
toward me—his tall, wiry build gliding silently across the white tile floor. I
back up until I hit the half wall beside the fridge. “We said we weren’t
going to do this anymore, Hayden.” I hold my hand out, pressing it to his firm
stomach to stop him from coming any closer. I want to walk away, but a larger part
of me wants to stop thinking about Liam. And there’s only one way to do
that.
Hayden sighs and grabs a piece
of my hair. He brings it to his lips. “You look sexy as fuck, Rey. I like your hair
like this.” He rubs the silky, dark strand against his lips. A playful smirk
dances in his eyes.
“Nice key change, Hay.
But you should take those fuck me eyes
elsewhere.”
He hunches over and nuzzles
his mouth into my neck, licking and kissing a trail up to my ear. “Now why
would I want to do that?” he whispers, his voice
husky.
I can feel him grinning against
my skin as goose pimples flare out on my neck beneath his warm breath. I ball up a
chunk of his T-shirt into my fist for some semblance of control. His hands move to
grip tightly around my waist and I could scream at my body as it arches into his
embrace.
This is exactly what Hayden
does to me. He makes me lose all sense of thought and purpose. It’s part of
the draw. He’s a freaking mess like me and I ache for the pleasure I know he
can grant me.
“We say a lot of
words,” he mumbles against my neck and nips playfully. “Let’s
do less saying…and more fucking.”
Amy Daws is a commercial producer and lives in
South Dakota with her husband and daughter. The long-awaited birth of Lorelei is
what inspired her passion for writing. Amy is a lover of all things British and her
award-nominated romantic comedy series, The London Lovers Series, is centered
around Americans in London. It's emotional and self-deprecating with lots of
humor sprinkled in. On most nights, you can find Amy and her family dancing to
Strawberry Shortcake’s theme song or stuffing themselves inside
children’s-sized playhouses because there is nothing they wouldn’t
do for their little miracle.
