Stir Me (Rouse Me 2)

Sara, you are the reason why this book is not riddled with typos. Stacie, Amanda, Elly, and Susie-- you are the best beta readers a girl could ask for. Stay honest and brutal. Yoly, you make one hell of a cover.

And to all my writing friends--Eitan, Kevin, Angela, Matt, Jane, Melanie--I wouldn't be half the writer or person I am today without you. Especially Eitan. May our emails never die.

And to all the readers--thank you for giving this series a chance. I hope you loved it, but most of all, I hope it made you feel something.

Fill Me Sneak Peek

"I missed you so much."

Luke's face lights up when I step into the restaurant. God, I missed him too. I missed those big, pretty eyes of his, the way he looks at me like I'm his morning cup of tea, that caffeine that he so desperately needs.

It's been barely any time at all. Five days. One week of shooting on location, far, far away from Los Angeles.

He wraps his arms around me, his lips hovering over my ears. My body hums from the proximity again. It's as good as the first time he touched me. It's still electric.

"I missed you too," I say. And I bury myself deeper in his chest, inhaling him. He smells good, he always does. Like soap and Luke and my shampoo. The obscenely girly honey-scented shampoo I buy at Lush.

He brushes his cheek against mine. My whole body feels light, like I'm floating. It really does feel like it's been an eternity since I've been in his arms, since I've felt his skin against mine.

There's no way it was only five days.

"How did you bribe Laurie into releasing you early?" he asks.

"I'm the star. I get to make all kinds of ridiculous demands."

"I'll use that to my advantage."

I inhale him again, letting the feeling of being back in Luke's arms soak over me. How was this only five days? It felt like an eternity.

"You're using my shampoo," I say.

"And your conditioner." He squeezes me tighter then pulls back to look at me. His eyes are so bright, so full of life. "It smells like you."

"Barely, I only wash my hair once a week."

"It's close enough." He offers his hand, his palm flat like he's Prince Charming asking me to dance. I brush my fingers against his palm, a properly coquettish response.

"I promised her a sleepover," I say.

"She's a little old for that."

"But she's incredibly abusive of her power. Reminds me of someone I know."

"I do no such thing," he says.

"Then why is your assistant always booking my appointments?" I ask.

He sighs dreamily. "Remind me about this assistant again. Am I really so important that I have my very own assistant?"

Luke used to work with my ex, Ryan. They were partners in a tiny two-man law firm. About six months ago Luke sold his half of the practice to Ryan. He wanted to cut any ties with him forever.

Now Luke works independently. He's a divorce lawyer and he adores his job. He's always going on and on about the virtues of dissolving toxic marriages.

I bite my lip. "You certainly didn't forget how to gloat in the last few days."

He squeezes my hand and points me to the staircase. "Miss Summers, I'd love to stand here talking shit about your boss all night, but our reservation is for seven."

"Is that so?"