Obsession.
Stalking.
Explosive passion.
We had it all.
We knew it was only crazy if it was one-sided.
And for us, it was definitely not one-sided.
So, we embraced the obsession.
About Flora
Flora Burgos is a romance author from the great state of Texas.
After an unconventional childhood and tons of travel, she is now a 30-something that steps to her own beat (and might be a little crazy). She has the heart of a gypsy, the soul of a dreamer (metaphorically, not literally!) and a deep and abiding obsession with the underdog and the season of Fall.
She cusses like a sailor, is addicted to coffee and stormy weather, and loves her pitbull, hubby (of a bazillion years), and almost-teen son more than anything else in the world (even when they annoy her). She spends her free time, when not reading or writing, in the kitchen or hanging outside with her boys (and studiously avoiding the overflowing laundry basket that is inevitably waiting for her).
Visit her at www.floraburgos.com
Take Me
Cary Hart
When I want something, I go after it, and this time I want someone forbidden. Jake Morgan is my older brother’s best friend and my secret crush for the past five years. And I plan on making him mine.
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Chloe
Prologue
I’ve never been one to sit around and wait for things to happen. If I want something, I go after it, but this time, I don’t just want something, I want someone. A forbidden someone—Jake Morgan, my older brother’s best friend and my secret crush for the past five years.
Actually, I think I’ve loved him since he moved into the house at the end of our cul-de-sac ten years ago. I was eight. He was thirteen. Too young to understand my feelings, but old enough to know I shouldn’t feel the way I did.
All I knew was I needed to be near him.
To see him. To feel him.
When he wasn’t around, I felt different. As if a storm was brewing and he was the calm. He was my rainbow, and I hated those stupid things. Well…until him.
Next thing you know, I was buying rainbow snow cones, rainbow erasers, rainbow shirts. I even had my mom paint my room and buy me a comforter that looked like Rainbow Brite threw up all over it.
My parents thought it was just a phase, but instead it was a promise that one day Jake Morgan would be mine—something I didn’t really understand until I was thirteen and he was eighteen and leaving for college.
My days of manipulating were coming to an end. There would be no more pretending to be scared of the dark so he would hold my hand. No more strategically faking a fall off my bike so he could doctor me back up. No more pretend fighting with my non-existent boyfriend so he could remind me I was too good for the douche anyway.
My days of getting his attention were done when Penn State came knocking his junior year and offered him a football scholarship. That put him four hours closer to my brother who was accepted to the prestigious Columbia University and nine hours away from me.
That wasn’t supposed to happen.
He planned on playing for the University of Illinois. Two hours away would have been doable. I could’ve made it work because I needed Jake Morgan like I needed air.
So, I did what any sensible person on a mission would: I researched schools closer to him I could apply to. The only thing standing in my way was my known desire to not go to school. There was no way my parents were going to be on board with my new plan no matter how much interest I showed.