Author: Elle Jordan
Genre: Contemporary New Adult
Publisher: EJ Books
Release Date: Oct 2013
When I took a job as a bartender at Hanson’s to help pay for my classes, the last thing I expected to find was Kale Wilder. He’s sexy, smart, and he makes me smile and laugh faster than anyone ever has. More importantly, he makes me believe in Mr. Right.
But Kale came to the wrong place at the wrong time, because someone else has his eyes on me. Someone who watches my every move.
Kale’s the only one I want, but the more I feel for him, the more I fear for my safety. Because the other guy is getting closer and doesn't want to share. He’s made it clear if he can’t have me, no one can.
Inside the bar, Kale walked me to a table near the back and sat beside me. His gaze locked on mine. Instead of being creeped out or annoyed, I found something compelling about his eyes, watchful though they were.
Laura, who’d obviously seen me come back in, came over. “You okay, Ally? I thought you were tired of Earl staring at you and wanted out of here. He left right after you did.”
“Is that who you’re scared of?” Kale said.
“No,” I lied.
Laura laughed. “Scared? Of Earl? He’s harmless.” With another laugh, she left, and I wanted to bury my head in the sand.
“Who’s Earl?” he asked. “Is that the guy from the truck?”
“He stares at you.”
I couldn’t stop the shiver that ran down my spine. “Yes.”
“And he scares you?”
I didn’t need mocked by Laura and a stranger. I knew I was being irrational about Earl watching me, but I couldn’t help not liking it.
I straightened my back and glared at him. “Maybe you like being stared at for hours on end whenever you’re at work, but I don’t. Maybe you like the feeling of being watched constantly. Not me.” I stormed up, barely remembering to yank my keys from the table. I made it two steps before I remembered I still had his jacket around my shoulders. I tore it off and tossed it in his face. It would have been a drink in his face, but surprisingly, there were none on the table, so I had to settle for what I had. “Thanks for the conversation.”
I didn’t even make it a step this time before Kale grabbed my arm. I lost my balance and ended up falling across his lap. My hair flew in his face and mine. I braced my hands on his stomach and felt the contours of muscled abs.
Gently, he reached up and brushed my hair aside. His eyes were smoldering now. “You know, you’re kind of sexy when you’re pissed.”
I leaned back to look at him, my eyes narrowing. “Then I bet I’m supermodel-gorgeous right now.”
“Supermodels have nothing on you.”
“Don’t try to be nice now when you’re being a jerk.”
“How am I being a jerk? I’m just asking questions.”
“You mocked me.”
Now he frowned. “When?”
“When you said ‘and he scares you’, like I shouldn’t—”
“Hold up.” He shifted, keeping me on his lap. “For one, I wasn’t mocking you. I wouldn’t like being stared at anymore than you. Two, it wasn’t an accusation, it was a genuine question.”
I sighed. “Sorry. Apparently I’m in bitch-mode.”
“While it does look good on you, I’m interested in seeing date-mode.”
“You’re asking me out on a date?”
“I’m trying to.” He grinned. “I mean, I’ve already gotten you on my lap, so that’s close to second base, right? I figure we can take a step back and try for a date now.”
I stared at him and then laughed. “God, I shouldn’t like you.”
“So I’m cute and you like me? We’re making progress.”
Elle lives in the south, about an hour from the Happiest Place on Earth (aka Disney), drinks enough Mtn. Dew to keep the company in business, and has four lovable (read: evil and conniving) pets. She’s also the secret, evil alter-ego of another name. She’d tell you that other name, but then it wouldn’t be a secret.
When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found on Facebook, Twitter, or with Photoshop open, making covers for books she doesn’t have enough time to write.