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Excerpt of Some Call it Love
By Sarah Peis
© 2018 Sarah Peis
Prologue
“You’re under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say …. Gun! Gun!”
What started out as a terrible day just got a whole lot worse. Who would have thought that I’d find myself squashed to the asphalt by an overweight, sweaty police officer who thought I was hiding a gun in the pocket of my pants? The same guy who used to copy my history notes all through high school now acted like I was a dangerous criminal, when he very well knew that I have never even so much as stolen a pen in my life.
“Ray, it’s not a gun. It’s—” I stopped myself midsentence. Maybe it was better if he did think I had a gun. If he found out what was actually in my pocket, my humiliation would be complete. I knew waking up in a bed that wasn’t my own this morning was bad luck. It threw my zen off and look what happened. I was getting arrested for something that was entirely not my fault. Well, almost entirely. My bike didn’t smash into him by itself, but it was extenuating circumstances and my actions were entirely justified. I was getting arrested for a simple misunderstanding.
Of course, Officer Ray, as he insisted I call his judgmental ass, reached into my pocket to investigate and pulled out a bright pink dildo. It was new, too. My best friend, Maisie, got it for my last birthday. Since I hadn’t retired good ole Bob, I hadn’t even used this one yet.
“Everyone stand down. No gun, just a vibrator,” the bastard called out to his colleagues who stared, then laughed louder than necessary. To make my humiliation complete, said bastard started waving the vibrator above his head. “If you were that desperate, you could have just called me.”
Did I mention that Ray was also a sleazy slimeball? He stood me back up, my hands now cuffed behind my back and his hands on my butt. By tomorrow everyone and their mother would know about this. He was a gossip queen, and his followers were vast and quick to spread the news. In other words, I was screwed. I could never show my face at the QuickMart down the road again. I should start mourning the loss of the slushies I used to get there.
Make one bad decision, and your reputation is ruined. Okay, maybe a few bad decisions. But everyone’s been there. Nobody’s perfect, right? Things happen. You move on.
But I should probably start where it all began. When the life I more or less loved came crashing down around me and I found myself face-to-face with my destiny—my very hot and very lickable destiny. Jameson Drake. I should have known to run the second he set his sights on me. After all, he was named after a drink that gave me terrible hangovers.
It should also be noted here that I would never lick any part of Jameson ever again. Only if he asked me to. Maybe begged me a little. Without a shirt on.
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Chapter 1
The first time I made eye contact with Jameson was from across a crowded club. My eyes went wide, and my jaw dropped as soon as I looked into his mesmerizing orbs of perfection. The details are a bit hazy because my brain refused to function other than to tell my eyes to open and close in rapid succession. Since I wasn’t drinking and didn’t approach strangers—stranger danger, right?—I forced myself to look away and get on with my life. Magical moment over, or so I thought.
“Willa? Are you still with us?” Maisie said while she waved her hand in front of my face. “I think she’s gone into a sugar coma.” She turned to the other part of our trio, Stella. “I told her not to drink Coke. She can’t handle all that caffeine and sugar. It’s the combination of death.”
I blinked a few times and studied my shoes. Or more accurately, my kick-ass stilettos that cost me three months of extra shifts at the Donut Hole. But they were worth every cent. The dress I wore was short, shorter than I was used to, and tight, tighter than I would ever wear. It was also blue. But somehow, my two best friends had talked me into letting my hair down for one night, and apparently that meant dressing like a hooker—except for the shoes, because they were all class.
I rolled my eyes at Maisie and flicked her ear. “Stop talking about me like I’m not here. And I can handle my sugar and caffeine just fine.”
They both laughed at me and ordered another drink. We all knew that I definitely was not able to handle sugar or caffeine. The effects were varied and unpredictable. I resentfully pushed the glass of water that Maisie had gotten me out of the way.
“Did you hand in your sociology report yet?” Stella asked. We all went to Winchester University. Maisie and I had been inseparable ever since bonding over our shared love of chocolate milk in first grade. Stella, Maisie’s roommate, moved to Humptulips to go to the university since she lived on a farm in the middle of nowhere.
I stayed around because I couldn’t leave my dad unless I was willing to risk him living in a jail cell for the rest of his life. And that was the best-case scenario. Let’s just say Garret Montgomery did whatever Garret Montgomery wanted to do, even if it included stealing a cop car to get smokes from the gas station down the road.
Maisie used to be engaged to Ray, a local cop who absolutely saw no reason to leave his cushy job behind and move to another city. The crime rate in Humptulips was made up of 80 percent
