letting herself feel the sting. “And it’s not like I thought we were going to have this mad, wild love affair or anything like that. I wouldn’t have cared if it was just sex.”
Teresa made a face. “Uh-huh.”
“It’s not wrong, is it?” Simone couldn’t stop herself from saying. “To hope?”
Teresa hugged her again, holding her hard. “No, honey. It’s never wrong to hope.”
Several margaritas and a plate of nachos later, everything should’ve felt better, but it didn’t. Not really. Still, Simone left Teresa’s house determined to not let the whole stupid Elliott thing get her down. Just because he was the first guy in forever who’d been able to give her what she liked and wanted and needed, what she craved … just because he was all that and a motherfucking bag of chips …
It didn’t matter.
He didn’t want her.
At home, she took a long, hot shower and let herself cry, not so she could wallow, but so she could get over it. It wasn’t the first time she’d been rejected. Wouldn’t be the last. And, staring in the fog-filled mirror at her sopping wet reflection, Simone stuck out her tongue and crossed her eyes.
She pushed her tits together, noting the cleavage she always had to work extra hard for. She turned to look at her butt, which was nothing to be ashamed of either, even if it could be rounder. Her belly was nice and toned although she had no core strength, at least compared to Tree’s amazingness.
“He’s an idiot,” she breathed into the mirror. “And he doesn’t deserve you, anyway.”
She had to say it several times before she could convince herself, and even then it was a hollow victory. Idiot or not, Elliott Anderson had left a mark on her, deep enough to scar.
In the bedroom she found a message waiting for her on her phone. Not from Elliott, which would’ve been too good to be true. Not from Aidan, either, which would’ve been less surprising but welcome, since it had been a long time since they’d spoken, and that conversation hadn’t ended well. But it wasn’t from either one of them, it was from a man whose voice she recognized only after a few seconds.
“Hey, bébé,” said the future governor of Louisiana. “I sure hope you’re ready to party.”
About the Author
MEGAN HART is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling and award-winning author of many romance and erotica novels, including Switch, Tempted, Deeper, and Dirty. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and children.
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
EVERY PART OF YOU: RESISTS ME. Copyright © 2014 by Megan Hart. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.
www.stmartins.com
Cover photograph © Conrado/Shutterstock
Cover design by Olga Grlic
e-ISBN 9781250039347
First Edition: February 2014
Teresa made a face. “Uh-huh.”
“It’s not wrong, is it?” Simone couldn’t stop herself from saying. “To hope?”
Teresa hugged her again, holding her hard. “No, honey. It’s never wrong to hope.”
Several margaritas and a plate of nachos later, everything should’ve felt better, but it didn’t. Not really. Still, Simone left Teresa’s house determined to not let the whole stupid Elliott thing get her down. Just because he was the first guy in forever who’d been able to give her what she liked and wanted and needed, what she craved … just because he was all that and a motherfucking bag of chips …
It didn’t matter.
He didn’t want her.
At home, she took a long, hot shower and let herself cry, not so she could wallow, but so she could get over it. It wasn’t the first time she’d been rejected. Wouldn’t be the last. And, staring in the fog-filled mirror at her sopping wet reflection, Simone stuck out her tongue and crossed her eyes.
She pushed her tits together, noting the cleavage she always had to work extra hard for. She turned to look at her butt, which was nothing to be ashamed of either, even if it could be rounder. Her belly was nice and toned although she had no core strength, at least compared to Tree’s amazingness.
“He’s an idiot,” she breathed into the mirror. “And he doesn’t deserve you, anyway.”
She had to say it several times before she could convince herself, and even then it was a hollow victory. Idiot or not, Elliott Anderson had left a mark on her, deep enough to scar.
In the bedroom she found a message waiting for her on her phone. Not from Elliott, which would’ve been too good to be true. Not from Aidan, either, which would’ve been less surprising but welcome, since it had been a long time since they’d spoken, and that conversation hadn’t ended well. But it wasn’t from either one of them, it was from a man whose voice she recognized only after a few seconds.
“Hey, bébé,” said the future governor of Louisiana. “I sure hope you’re ready to party.”
About the Author
MEGAN HART is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling and award-winning author of many romance and erotica novels, including Switch, Tempted, Deeper, and Dirty. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and children.
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
EVERY PART OF YOU: RESISTS ME. Copyright © 2014 by Megan Hart. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.
www.stmartins.com
Cover photograph © Conrado/Shutterstock
Cover design by Olga Grlic
e-ISBN 9781250039347
First Edition: February 2014
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