By: Torrie Robles

This novel contains intense sexual violence. If you are sensitive to storylines that include rape, violence, and extreme language, please proceed with caution.

I’ve spent the past four years in the indie community and every year only gets better. We all grow as authors, our support system changes and strengthens with every new friendship we make. I’m excited about what the future holds for me.

Jenni – My little southern spitfire. Love is such an inadequate word to describe what I feel for you, but I’ll tell you anyway. I love you, girl! You’re not only a part of my tribe, but you’re my family. Thank you, as always, for putting up with my freak outs. Thank you for having the patience that I need to be able to get this book where I wanted it to be. But most of all, thank you for still reading my rough versions, even though I tell you I proof them before I send them when you and I both know that’s not true. #SorryNotSorry #IJustCantDoIt

The Girls – Thank you for listening to me complain about writing. Thank you for being understanding when my books come before our lunches or time spent. I’m grateful for your support and friendship.

The Squad - Angie, and Nicole, you’d never know that it’s only been months since we became friends. You both are the definition of a support team. I’m so grateful that you’ve both come into my life. Thank you for letting me know that I’m not on this journey alone. I wouldn’t want to travel it with anyone else. #Squad

Natasha – I’m writing this while you’re waiting for me to send you Hawk so you can proof it. I love you. Thank you for volunteering to read my books and help me make them as perfect as they can be. I appreciate all the time you spend.

Jennifer – I have to say, I feel that I was a little more patient with this book than I was with Lick. Thank you for putting up with my constant messages. I love the way you work. I love how you always know what to do to make my books flow. You are a gem, and I’m so thankful that you’re in my corner.

Parts of this story concur with the first two books in the series, and for the best reader enjoyment should be read in order.

Remember, as with the other stories in this series, there is extreme situations, please read with caution.


There’s always been an air about him. An easiness that I’ve craved. Even as kids, his boyish smile made me feel things I didn’t understand. Now, we’re almost out of high school, and my feelings for him have intensified. Only he doesn’t know it.

“What are you looking at?” Sienna, my best friend, asks.

“The boys.” I lift my head toward Sienna’s brothers, Matthew and Devin Jr., who are standing with Keith, Hawking, and Tylan.

We’re at the lake. The first somewhat warm day of the season, and we’ve decided to spend it out on the water. Matthew enlisted in the army, and this is his last weekend before he ships off. Sienna hasn’t been happy about it. Not that I can blame her. If either of my two brothers were to leave home, I’d be devastated, and we aren’t nearly as close as she and Matt are.

Sienna and I have opted to spend some time in the water on the rafts while the boys toss a Frisbee around on the sand. Of course, they aren’t alone. Those boys rarely go a day without having some girl hanging from their arm.

“I hope you’re not staring at my brothers because that would be gross.” She shakes her body, making the plastic raft dance in the water.

I laugh. “Not your brothers, squirt.” I nudge her raft with my foot. I like to call her squirt even though she’s technically older than I am. Only by weeks, but still.

Glancing her way, I witness her shaking her head. “I don’t see why you bother with Hawking, Tessa. He doesn’t give you the time of day. He’s too busy sticking his package into worn out club snatch.”

“I’m gonna marry that boy, I tell ya, Sienna. One day I’m gonna marry him.”

“If you say so.” She shrugs.

“I don’t just say so, I know so. I can feel it in my soul.”

It’s destiny. I don’t care what anyone says.


“It’s gonna be killer tonight. The party is supposed to be off the hook,” Sienna says as we leave the mall. The sun is slowly setting in the west allowing the golden glow of the parking lot lights to illuminate the blacktop. The air is still warm even though it’s the beginning of fall, but that’s what we expect in New Mexico.

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