Hello All,

You should know by now that when I’ve been silent, it’s because I’ve been working. My next release, No Coincidence, will feature two people you’ve met already, Connor (first appeared in Meant to Be) and Resha (first appeared in For Keeps). These two have been so fun to write. They’ve been bickering in my head for over a year now, so getting their story on paper has been a huge release. Anyway, here’s a sneak peek of what’s to come. I don’t have a release date just yet but they’re coming VERY soon! Enjoy!

****UNEDITED. SUBJECT TO CHANGE*****

Connor

Well this turned out to be an interesting turn of events. I thought as I watched her ass sway from one side to the other in the dark denim jeans she was wearing. I didn’t even bother hiding my ogling of her backside. I’d barely spoken a full sentence to her since I’d arrived but it was time to change that.

“Save a slice of cake for me, will ya’,” I told Josh without even looking before moving in the same direction as that ass.

“Don’t tell me …” he mumbled.

“Then I won’t,” I retorted before exiting his presence.

I’d been to Josh’s house before so I didn’t need any directions on how to find the bathroom, assuming, of course that’s where Resha went. I was right on the money when after only walking halfway down the long hall, I see none other than Resha exiting the bathroom door.

“Imagine running into you here, Pilar,” my words somehow came out on a growl.

Stunned, those dark, coffee eyes of hers widened and the full heart-shaped lips pinched before she spoke.

“Or is it Resha?” I questioned while folding my arms over my wide chest. I couldn’t stop myself from looking over her. Her skin held the deep cinnamon color that I remembered from our night together, however her oval face was bracketed by dark brown curls that were blonde at the tips. That night, her hair had been styled in a short, jet black bob that hadn’t even touched her shoulders. Naturally, I let my eyes dip lower to the leopard print sweater that silhouetted her ample breasts and stopped at the small waist. The jeans looked as if they were clinging for dear life as the hugged those bountiful thighs of hers.

“It’s both actually,” she finally answered with her chin lifted as if she’d one upped me somehow.

I approached, stepping closer, lifting an eyebrow, daring her to elaborate.

“My middle name is Pilar. My first name is Resha.”

I dropped my arms and nodded understanding. She hadn’t lied that night, not completely, when she’d told me her name was Pilar.

“And what are you doing here, Resha.” Nope, I didn’t miss the way the vein in her neck doubled in speed at my mentioning her name for the first time.

She took a step backwards only to be met by the closed door she’d just exited.

“Destiny is my cousin, not that it’s any of your business.”

“If it wasn’t my business you wouldn’t have answered me.”

Her eyes narrowed and I instantly recalled it was the same look she’d given me that night after I’d told her I was going to fuck her to sleep. Defiance. And I felt my body react to it the same way in which I was reacting that moment. Sheer determination.

“And what are you doing here, Connor?” She folded her arms over her breasts.

My eyes dipped before returning to meet her gaze again. “A good friend of mine invited me to his kid’s birthday party.” I added a one-sided shoulder shrug.

“You don’t seem like the type to make it a habit of attending kid’s parties. Or have many friends.”

I stepped even closer, crowding her space. “I’m pretty certain that was supposed to be some sort of insult on your part, but I don’t insult easily. How long you been celibate?”

She gasped and it pulled a chuckle from my lips. I had to keep going.

“Was that vow of celibacy taken before or after I fucked you to sleep in my hotel room?”

Another gasp. Her eyes were so large they looked as if they were ready to pop out of her head.

“What the–” she stopped and didn’t say anything further before using one hand to push at my shoulder, as she made her way around me and charged down the hallway.

Again, I watched the sway of her ass in those jeans. And try as she might to come across as genuinely offended, I spotted the quickening of her pulse and the way her bottom lip quivered ever so slightly.

“Resha Pilar …” I murmured, wondering what her last name was. Of course, I had my ways of finding out. I made a mental note to do just that as soon as I had the time.