Logan Kade is FINALLY here!
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EXCERPT ONE
Someone new had arrived at the party, and turning around, I assumed it was Logan
Kade. I could only see the back of him. He was talking to a group of guys right
outside the back door, and someone motioned in our direction.
Jason groaned.
Logan lifted his head, looking right at us.
From the back, he was the finest specimen I’d seen in a long time. Tall. Lean.
Broad shoulders. Trim waist. His shirt clung to his form, outlining his lithe build. He
was obviously an athlete. Guys couldn’t get that look unless they played sports on
an almost-daily basis and for hours at a time. Others might try to mold and sculpt
their bodies to look as good as this one, but their efforts never played out.
Even the back of his neck was delicious. His shirt hugged the muscles of his
shoulder and the ridges where his neck and shoulders became one. His hair had a
crew cut. When he finally glanced over his shoulder again, looking in the direction
the other guy had pointed, his eyes found mine. They held firm.
I swallowed, feeling like I’d just gotten the wind knocked out of me. He was
breathtaking.
Dark chocolate eyes. Long eyelashes I would’ve killed for when I was
younger—hell, I still would. He had an angular face with high cheekbones, and the
front of him matched his back. His biceps bulged, and his shirtsleeves tightened
around them for a second before they relaxed. The outline of washboard abs was
visible through his shirt. His jeans sealed the image, making my mouth water, and I
finally pulled my eyes away.
I had to. I hadn’t reacted to a guy like this in a long time.
Author Information
I didn't begin writing until after undergraduate college. There'd been storylines and
characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD
to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click.
Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I
can't blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my
fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So
after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that
