The Price of Mason (Forbidden Men 10)

With a sigh, I shook my head. “Then I guess there’s only one way to take care of this problem.”

And I curled my fingers around the back of his neck before drawing him down to my mouth, where I kissed him this time. His lips moved against mine. We shifted closer, our hands gripping each other. His tongue had just touched mine when a commotion began over where my dad was sitting.

Tucker and I broke apart to glance that way as two people walking by finally recognized him.

“Oh my God. You’re Asher Hart. Oh my God, I love you. Look! It’s Asher Hart.”

Within moments, he was surrounded.

My dad rose to graciously take autographs and greet people,

his gaze moving my way so he could cringe out his apology.

I shook my head and waved, letting him know I was fine.

In front of me, Tucker was still holding both my hands as he frowned in confusion at the crowd. Then he turned slowly to blink at me as he pointed toward the horde. “Your dad…” he started slowly.

I sighed. “Maybe this would be a good time to tell you my last name’s not really Hartley. It’s just Hart. And I’m Aurora Jane Hart. But everyone calls me Rory.”

His mouth fell open. “Hart? As in Asher and Remy Hart, lead singer and drummer for the band Non-Castrato? Oh, holy shit.” He slapped his palm to his forehead. “No wonder why you were so pissed at me that first day when I made fun of your Non-Castrato poster. I wasn’t just disagreeing with your taste in music; I was bashing your parents.”

“Yeah, well…” I shrugged and smiled. “I’ve gotten over it.”

“Holy shit,” he uttered, glancing toward my dad and then back to me. “I can’t…this is…whoa.”

I cringed. “Does this change your mind about me, now?”

“What?” His eyebrows furrowed immediately. “Of course not. I still think you’re amazing, but—”

“Good,” I said, grabbing a fistful of the front of his shirt. “That’s all I need to hear. The rest, we’ll work out as we go.”

Then I pulled him in for yet another kiss.

* * *

The End

Part Five

The Revenge Plan

And here is a first chapter sneak peek

of the upcoming standalone novel about

Haven Gamble, daughter to Sarah and Brandt.

1

Haven

My eyes!

Oh, God, my eyes had lost their ability to see correctly, because I had to be seeing things. A mirage, or hallucination…or something. That’s all there was to it.

Because I absolutely refused to believe what my brain was trying to tell me that my eyes seriously thought they saw.

No other way could my boyfriend of three years be inside my dorm, naked, with my roommate—also naked—as he gripped her hair hard enough from behind to cant her head back at an awkward angle while he pounded into her ass on, yes, my fucking couch that he’d helped me pick out this summer and haul up two flights of stairs to move into this very apartment.