Hi beautiful person. Welcome to my book. I hope you will join me in the journey of Sky, Holden and Hunter and their love story.
This book will be full of fun moments, amazing friendships, crazy characters, but there will also be some self-doubt, soul -searching, big mistakes, confused feelings, broken hearts and painful moments, too. I hope to make it a mix of fun and serious (Let's hope I achieve it).
It is a YA romance, with spunky characters with sharp tongues and sharper wits. I hope you enjoy their banter and clever retorts as much as I enjoyed writing them.
I also hope you understand my characters are not perfect, and they make mistakes they regret, they do things they didn't want to do. Because they are NOT perfect, not at all.
If you like reading it, don't be a ghost reader and drop a comment. It makes my day, really! Now on to the story ...and I hope you will go to the next chapter and the next.
Skylar bit her lips, looking up at Holden with a devilish smile that made her extra cute and mischievous, like an imp, and pressing a finger against his soft, plump lips. His breath left in a shuddering gasp as his hands found her lush body and he pulled her towards him and this time it was her turn to gasp. She could feel him through his pants and God, he made her deliciously wonderful. There was no way she could walk away from this, without having changed something. She knew that and she didn't care.
"What are you trying to do, freckles?" Holden's voice was air, and she soundlessly giggled. She liked it when he called her Freckles. It was his special name for her. "Why are we hiding in my closet?" His voice was frustrated.
"So that we won't get caught! Duh!" She said with a roll of her eyes. She ignored the fact her body was pressed firmly against solid walls of muscles that radiated warmth and her heart was fluttering wildly in her chest and her stomach was doing some complex salsa routine. She ignored the fact that she was locked in the closet, not with Hunter, the guy she really liked, but with his twin brother, Holden, who she was almost sure she hated, or close.
For now, she had no complicated, big thoughts. For now she had only one thought. Holden.
The boy standing opposite to her looked at her with stormy gray eyes, that was made of million sleepless nights. She could easily get lost in those eyes, and never get found, but no, no. She knew it was a bad idea. Those eyes were bad for her health.
"We weren't doing anything, Freckles. We were just sitting in the room and I was playing a game, until you decided to drag me inside this closet." He said in a whisper, as he leaned in closer to her, as if he wasn't already close in this tightly packed space. His warm breath made the hair in her neck stand up. And her stomach twisted and turned, as if someone was sitting in her stomach and making strange balloon animals with her intestines.
"No? What are we doing now?" She teased, as she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him, slowly, sweetly. His lips were soft, pliable, willing to do everything she wanted, and her body was begging for more. He groaned aloud.
"Holden," she breathed his name out in a moan and his eyes smouldered, full of desire and need.
No one had ever looked at her like that—she couldn't imagine not being at the recieving ends of that look— like they would die of pain and pleasure if they didn't touch her, never in her life. And she felt powerful, she felt undefeated. She felt like she could war a million battles, and win every one of them.
"Yes, freckles?" His voice was hoarse, breathy and his words slid against her electrified skin, sending tremors down to her toes.
I can pay you with kisses, yes. Like this." She said, as she grabbed him by his neck and pulled him to her. "I can be your unpaid servent/slave, whatever."
"What?" He blinked up at her as if he couldn't understand what she was talking about.
"Steal her away, Holden and teach me how to seduce." She said as she looked into his eyes, challenging him to defy her words.
For a moment, he looked utterly pissed. His eyes brew violent storms in their depths. Dark and dangerous and alluring, the look in his eyes made her stomach clench with unspeakable need and lust.
"Okay, freckles. If that is what you want." He said, after what felt like a decade, his voice a soft, defeated sigh.
He cupped her face gently in his hands. His fingers trailed along her cheeks, her chin and he pressed his thumb against her bottom lip. She trembled from the touch.
"Can we seal it with a kiss?" He whispered and she grabbed his T-shirt, bunched it in her hand and pulled him in for a long, deliciously tempting kiss.
Million Kaleidoscope broke behind her closed eyes.
His lips were so soft, they were like velvet on hers, they were like decadent chocolate, and he kissed her slowly, lazily, as if he had all the time in the world.
His arms went around her hips and he pulled her up and she wrapped her legs around him as they kissed, and kissed, until the closet was filled with steamy breath and long moans.
Sky Mitchell has an unrequited crush on her childhood best friend, Hunter Reed for a while now, which almost every one can see except the oblivious recipient of her affection. And Hunter Reed has a gorgeous girlfriend Sky hates and the girlfriend is not going anywhere else, unless Sky makes a deal with the devil, Holden Reed.
One drunken mishap and many sleepless nights later, Sky agrees to sell her soul. Holden will steal Hunter's girlfriend away and Sky will repay it with kisses and whatever else Holden needs. They sign the pact and everything is set in motion. Kisses. No feelings. Faking. It is easy, isn't it?! Or so she thinks!
Suddenly, she is kissing the wrong brother in the shadows, inside the closet, under the bleachers and she is starting to get addicted to the kiss. Sky knows falling for Holden is a guaranteed ticket to heartbreak town, and more importantly she is in love with Hunter. Is she not?
A stolen kiss in the shadows of the nights, a cyclone of desire pulling them both in, and nothing will ever be the same for Sky and Holden. Their lives are forever changed.