have the most amazing readers out there. With
that in mind, I’m dedicating this book to you – my fans. You have been so
amazingly supportive reaching out to me with messages and leaving reviews. I am
in awe of your love for Maddy and Reid and all of my other characters. You
bring these characters to life and I am more thankful than I can express for
wanting more of them.
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Alternate POV from Let Love In
“Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen.”
I heft the one-hundred-and-seventy-five-pound weight above
my head for one last bench press. My chest burns and I’m going to be fucking
sore tomorrow, but I don’t mind the after effects. Jake, my spotter and gym
buddy, helps me place the bar in its holder and I slide from under it and off
the bench.
“Thanks, man,” I say to him as I wipe the sweat from my face
with a small towel. “I think I’m done for the night.” My words are winded from
the exertion.
“Yeah, I’m good too.” Jake rubs his biceps, which have to be
sore after two hours of arm and upper body workouts.
As we clean up our workout area and head over to the locker
room, Jake asks, “So what are your plans tonight? Got anything going on?” He
swipes his towel over his short-cropped brown hair.
Twisting the dial on the combination lock on my locker, I
say, “There’s a party at the house, again. So I’ll probably find something to do.” I think the smirk on my face conveys exactly what I mean.
“And by something you mean someone , right?” Jake
laughs and punches me in the arm.
Jake and I have been friends since freshman year and we go
to the gym pretty regularly. He usually makes an appearance at my parties and
he also finds something , and yes by that, I mean someone, to
occupy his time, but his most recent hook-up turned into a pretty steady thing.
“Oh, cut the shit. You were all about the newest someone until
Jocelyn came along. Now you’re all wifed-up. So if anything, I should be
giving you shit!” I push him knocking him slightly off balance and he
almost falls off the bench that runs between the two rows of lockers.
Recovering his balance and pulling his hoodie out from his
locker, he turns to me. “Whatever, man. At least I know I’ll be getting some
tonight and I don’t have to waste my energy playing some chick just so I can
get laid!” he scoffs as he slides his gym bag over his shoulder.
I get the last of my things out of my locker and pull my bag
across my chest. Jake’s words echo in my thoughts. I’ll never admit it to him
aloud, but he’s partially right. Three years of playing the game—being all
douchey and aloof, being in permanent “I don’t care” mode—is exhausting. I’m
still shocked that so many girls are attracted to it.
Can someone say Daddy issues?
As Jake and I walk across the quad to the parking lot, he
continues his ribbing. “Seriously, dude. You can fuck around with me all you
want about being with Jocelyn, but at least I know who I’m waking up with.”
I roll my eyes and slap him on his back. “That is where
you’re wrong, my friend. I know exactly who I’ll be waking up with.” He eyes me
suspiciously like I’ve just confessed a huge secret. “Chill the fuck out. I
just meant that I’ll be waking up alone. You know I never let the ‘One
Nighters’ stay over.” How could he forget my number one rule!
He shakes his head in disgust. “Whatever. Maybe I’ll catch
you later.”
“Sure thing.” We do the whole fist-bump-and-slap-on-the-back
dude handshake thing and he stalks off to his car.
Never in a million years did I ever envision Jake being the
one to give me relationship advice, or whatever the hell that just was. Jake
was an even bigger player than me in his prime. Then Jocelyn
that in mind, I’m dedicating this book to you – my fans. You have been so
amazingly supportive reaching out to me with messages and leaving reviews. I am
in awe of your love for Maddy and Reid and all of my other characters. You
bring these characters to life and I am more thankful than I can express for
wanting more of them.
Facebook - http://www.facebook.com/MelissaCollins.Author
Twitter - @mcollinsauthor
Pinterest – www.pinterest.com/mcollinsauthor
Turn the page for 7 bonus scenes from Let Love In and Let
Love Stay
Alternate POV from Let Love In
“Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen.”
I heft the one-hundred-and-seventy-five-pound weight above
my head for one last bench press. My chest burns and I’m going to be fucking
sore tomorrow, but I don’t mind the after effects. Jake, my spotter and gym
buddy, helps me place the bar in its holder and I slide from under it and off
the bench.
“Thanks, man,” I say to him as I wipe the sweat from my face
with a small towel. “I think I’m done for the night.” My words are winded from
the exertion.
“Yeah, I’m good too.” Jake rubs his biceps, which have to be
sore after two hours of arm and upper body workouts.
As we clean up our workout area and head over to the locker
room, Jake asks, “So what are your plans tonight? Got anything going on?” He
swipes his towel over his short-cropped brown hair.
Twisting the dial on the combination lock on my locker, I
say, “There’s a party at the house, again. So I’ll probably find something to do.” I think the smirk on my face conveys exactly what I mean.
“And by something you mean someone , right?” Jake
laughs and punches me in the arm.
Jake and I have been friends since freshman year and we go
to the gym pretty regularly. He usually makes an appearance at my parties and
he also finds something , and yes by that, I mean someone, to
occupy his time, but his most recent hook-up turned into a pretty steady thing.
“Oh, cut the shit. You were all about the newest someone until
Jocelyn came along. Now you’re all wifed-up. So if anything, I should be
giving you shit!” I push him knocking him slightly off balance and he
almost falls off the bench that runs between the two rows of lockers.
Recovering his balance and pulling his hoodie out from his
locker, he turns to me. “Whatever, man. At least I know I’ll be getting some
tonight and I don’t have to waste my energy playing some chick just so I can
get laid!” he scoffs as he slides his gym bag over his shoulder.
I get the last of my things out of my locker and pull my bag
across my chest. Jake’s words echo in my thoughts. I’ll never admit it to him
aloud, but he’s partially right. Three years of playing the game—being all
douchey and aloof, being in permanent “I don’t care” mode—is exhausting. I’m
still shocked that so many girls are attracted to it.
Can someone say Daddy issues?
As Jake and I walk across the quad to the parking lot, he
continues his ribbing. “Seriously, dude. You can fuck around with me all you
want about being with Jocelyn, but at least I know who I’m waking up with.”
I roll my eyes and slap him on his back. “That is where
you’re wrong, my friend. I know exactly who I’ll be waking up with.” He eyes me
suspiciously like I’ve just confessed a huge secret. “Chill the fuck out. I
just meant that I’ll be waking up alone. You know I never let the ‘One
Nighters’ stay over.” How could he forget my number one rule!
He shakes his head in disgust. “Whatever. Maybe I’ll catch
you later.”
“Sure thing.” We do the whole fist-bump-and-slap-on-the-back
dude handshake thing and he stalks off to his car.
Never in a million years did I ever envision Jake being the
one to give me relationship advice, or whatever the hell that just was. Jake
was an even bigger player than me in his prime. Then Jocelyn
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