Title: Scarred
Series: Naughty Ever After #3
Author: Trista Jaszczak
Genre: Twisted Fairytale / Erotic Romance
Release Date: February 28, 2018
Who could ever learn to love a beast?...
Eric Morris had his priorities straight. Money, motorcycles, and models. That is until a motorcycle accident leaves him permanently scarred and angry with the world. He finds comfort in isolation, refusing to leave his own home for fear of what the world will think of the once beautiful man. With working beginning to pile up he has no choice but to hire a personal assistant to cater to his every need, including taking the force of his attitude. What he doesn’t realize is that Elle Davis is not like other women and she fully intends on putting Eric right into his place. Will Eric be able to make her see through his scars…will he be able to change for her?
SCARRED
I feel my mouth drop open slightly as I gawk at him. Makes me wonder what he’s talking about and if I can be nosey and pry just for a bit. I just have no idea what to say. I continue to stare with a slightly open mouth as I rock back and forth on my bare feet. I feel a chill run down my spine that makes me shiver and I immediately pull the white robe around me tighter. I watch Eric as he swallows and drags his hand down his face. He looks up at me with a pout.
“I think I’m still trying to figure out why I had the accident. I certainly didn’t plan it. It just…” His voice fades off and he shakes his head. “I should have died that day.”
I give my head a little shake. “It wasn’t your time.”
“Do you really believe that?”
I chew on my lip softly for a second as I think things over and finally give a little nod. “I do. Clearly you weren’t meant to die on that road that day, Eric.”
He moves closer to me, so close that I can feel warmth radiating off his body. Another chill rushes down me and I hug myself tighter. I look up at Eric who is staring intently at me. “What did Lucian do to you?”
“It just didn’t work out.” I shrug. “We tried, he…I just wasn’t right for him.”
“He wasn’t right for you, you mean?” I feel the blast of warm air and smell of peppermint of his breath.
I feel my body give a little shudder as Eric seems to lean a little closer to me. I can hear each breath he takes as he begins to study me again. I keep my eyes forward, a little nervous to look him in the eyes. I stare ahead at his neck and begin counting his heartbeat as I see each pulse throb…one, two, three, four, five….
“I’m just trying to figure you out.”
I giggle. “There’s nothing to figure out.”
“I’m willing to bet that there’s a lot more to you than you let on.” He tells me pushing my hair off my shoulder.
I shake my head. “I really hate to disappoint you. I’m pretty much an open book.”
His lips twist up at the corners. “An open book, huh?”
I take a deep breath in and smell nothing but the sweet peppermint from his mouth. He’s standing incredibly close and I hadn’t noticed him take a step forward.
“If you’re such an open book then why don’t you tell anyone what Lucian did to you?”
My mouth drops. What exactly is he trying to get out of me? The fact that I fell a little too hard and fast for Lucian and ended up having him crush my heart? I’d rather not take a trip down memory lane, thank you very fucking much.
“Elle,” Eric’s voice grows soft as he leans down very slowly.
I look into his eyes. I can’t think. I can’t speak. The smell of peppermint is intoxicating. My surroundings become blurry. I part my lips slowly and I feel my eyes begin to close.
“Eric.” Lucian’s voice makes me gasp and jump back as he walks into the room. “I just wanted to see if you were finished.”
I step away from Eric, slightly shaken up, and a little confused. I cross my arms and take a very deep breath. I release it slowly and count to five to relax myself. Eric turns and gives Lucian a nod as he seems a little distraught himself. “Just finished.”
“I…I should get dressed.” I say, looking at Eric who is running a hand through his hair as Lucian is telling him that he can have the proofs ready in a few hours if needed. Eric gives him a little nod, but his head turns to me.
“Did you have a good shoot, Elle?” I hear Lucian’s voice and even though I understand that he is talking to me I can’t take my eyes off Eric.
Eric smiles. “Did you have a good shoot, Elle?” He repeats, looking back at Lucian who is staring at us both like we’re crazy.
I shake out of the haze of peppermint and Eric’s blue eyes to nod. “It was great. I really hope they like the photos.”
“She was stunning,” Eric adds. “They’ll blow everyone away.”
Lucian raises his eyebrows and cocks his head slightly. “Alright, well…I can’t wait to see them. I bet they’re great.”
“I’m really cold…I’m just going to get dressed.” Eric and Lucian both give me a nod and as I walk away I can feel their eyes on me. I have no clue what just fucking happened. I feel…a little panicked to be quite honest. I nearly kissed Eric. Or…did Eric almost kiss me? I have no idea. My heart is still pounding at the thought. I swear to God…looking in his eyes is just like being charmed by a snake who is about to eat you. Completely unaware of anything around you except him. And that…is terrifying.
1. Gone, Gone, Gone by Phillip Phillips
2. Let Her Go by Passenger
3. Demons by Imagine Dragons
4. Ho Hey by the Lumineers
5. Crawling Back To You by Backstreet Boys
6. Just Want You To Know by Backstreet Boys
7. I Think We’d Feel Good Together by Rob Thomas
8. If You Leave by OMD
9. The Reason by Hoobastank (you’ll see why this works for book 1 and 2)
10. Casanova by Allie X
Trista Jaszczak (jazz-ick) is the international bestselling author of Red, Unmasked, Skin Deep, and Loverboy. She is an Air Force spouse and mother to two mischievous and rambunctious little girls. She is originally from Hamilton, Ohio but calls home where ever the Air Force sends her. She currently resides in Anchorage, Alaska where she finds endless inspiration in the pure Alaskan wilderness. When she isn’t writing, she spends her time with her family in the vast Alaskan outdoors, working as a make-up artist, running, or riding her Harley. She loves the outdoors, the moon, old movies, and music.
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