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Leia abaixo um trecho do novo livro das autoras Melanie Harlow e Corinne Michaels!! A sinopse voc\u00ea pode ler aqui.<\/td>\nRead an excerpt from the new book by Melanie Harlow and Corinne Michaels bellow! Here you can find the blurb.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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\u201cIan,\u201d my bartender, Toby, calls with his hand out.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s up?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou have a call.\u201d He pushes the phone toward me.<\/span><\/p>\n

No one calls the club for me other than vendors, and it\u2019s eleven-thirty at night, so whoever it is can wait.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI have to deal with something now, send them to my voicemail.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He shakes his head. \u201cShe\u2019s called three times.\u201d The annoyance in his voice is clear, even over the music.<\/span><\/p>\n

She?<\/span><\/p>\n

The only woman that would resort to calling the club is my ex-wife. God only knows what bullshit she wants now. For all I know she broke a nail, it\u2019s my fault, and she thinks I should pay for her new manicure, or a hand replacement. She\u2019s like the gift you\u2019ve tried to return but can\u2019t find the receipt for, so you\u2019re stuck with it. I hate unwanted presents, and I hate Jolene.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSend the devil to my voicemail,\u201d I say and walk away.<\/span><\/p>\n

I head out to the sidewalk. Drea wasn\u2019t kidding, the line is nuts. \u201cHello, Officer,\u201d I say to the pudgy cop standing next to the bouncer.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Chase, we\u2019re getting complaints,\u201d he says, looking down the sidewalk at the line.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t help that we\u2019re popular.\u201d I shrug. \u201cI\u2019m at capacity, and can\u2019t kick out the paying customers to take care of the line.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re obstructing the entrances of other businesses because of the way your overflow lines are set up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

How the hell would they like me to handle it? We\u2019re not inside the casino, there\u2019s no way to control the line. I\u2019m not about to turn away people when we hit the number ten. This is a business, and part of the free marketing I get is thanks to the line.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAll right, I\u2019ll figure something out.\u201d I grip the back of my neck.<\/span><\/p>\n

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. If this is Jolene, I swear to God, I might lose my fucking mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

The name flashes across the screen, London Parish. For fuck\u2019s sake. Like I need to deal with my sister\u2019s uptight, irritating best friend right now. London would be incredibly hot if she wasn\u2019t such a raging bitch. I look at my call log and see this is the third time she\u2019s called.<\/span><\/p>\n

I walk down the strip a little, and after a few deep breaths, I call her back.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIan, you need to come to my house.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I smirk. \u201cWell, this is a first. Did you have the stick removed from your ass?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t. Not today, please. Just come here.\u201d I hear her sniff and my protectiveness kicks in. Someone made her cry. We don\u2019t get along at all\u2014partly because we\u2019re polar opposites and partly because of our history\u2014but no one gets to make her cry.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you hurt?\u201d I ask.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot in the way you think.\u201d Her voice hitches.<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve known London for twenty-five years. I can count on one hand how many times I\u2019ve seen or heard her cry\u2014I was the reason one of those times.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong? Is it an emergency? Because I\u2019m at work and the club\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNow, Ian. You need to come here now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She also doesn\u2019t play games.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fuck.<\/span><\/p>\n

I look at my watch and blow a deep breath through my nose. It\u2019ll take me at least thirty minutes to get there. This is seriously a shitty night. \u201cI\u2019ll be there as soon as I can.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJust . . . hurry,\u201d London says and hangs up.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dread pulls at my stomach, telling me there\u2019s something going on. I don\u2019t know what, but I know I need to get there.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGet rid of the line, no more get in,\u201d I tell the bouncer, and then head inside.<\/span><\/p>\n

Drea is at the bar, and my anxiety is starting to grow. London needs me there, why? What happened? Did someone break into her house? Mine? Maybe it has to do with an ex, if she even has one, or it could be nothing like that. Regardless, her voice was shaky and I can\u2019t waste time wondering.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI have to go,\u201d I tell Drea.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her eyes widen. \u201cGo? Go where? It\u2019s a packed house.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m aware of that, but something came up. I need you to handle things tonight.\u201d I turn to Toby. \u201cStay until Drea is done closing and I want you to escort her to her car at the end of the night.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He nods.<\/span><\/p>\n

I never let her walk out of here alone. Even if I have someone coming home with me, Drea\u2019s not going to be unescorted. Too many men get the wrong impression because she\u2019s nice to them. Over my dead body will she be hurt as a result of working at my club.<\/span><\/p>\n

After I get in the car, my mind is racing. I drive faster than I should, telling myself that London is just being dramatic.<\/span><\/p>\n

And then I remember . . . she has my nephew and nieces at her house.<\/span><\/p>\n

My foot pushes down on the pedal of my Jaguar, making the engine howl with each mile. I turn into the development where we both live, pass my house, and head to hers. I still hate that our backyards touch. Every damn day I see her sitting out on her deck, reading her books, looking down at me with her disapproving attitude.<\/span><\/p>\n

When I get there, the flashing lights of a police car brighten the road. I don\u2019t think. I don\u2019t know if I even put the car in park before I\u2019m out of the vehicle.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLondon!\u201d I yell as I rush through the door. \u201cChristopher? Morgan? Ruby?\u201d I call out for the kids, praying it\u2019s not one of them.<\/span><\/p>\n

When I get to the living room, I release a heavy sigh\u2014they\u2019re all there, not hurt.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then I see the tears streaming down Morgan\u2019s face. London gets to her feet. Her eyes are red, puffy, and black mascara runs down her cheeks. \u201cIan.\u201d She chokes on my name.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong? What happened?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The girls start to cry again, and my nephew pulls them into his arms.<\/span><\/p>\n

London moves toward me, placing her hand on my chest. \u201cThey\u2019re gone.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWho?\u201d I ask, confused.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSabrina and David,\u201d she whispers.<\/span><\/p>\n

Yeah, they went on a trip. Why the hell are they crying? \u201cThis is what you called me for? They\u2019ll be home in a few days. Why are you crying too?\u201d I ask.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her green eyes meet mine and her lips part. \u201cNo.\u201d She shakes her head. \u201cThey won\u2019t.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I look over at the kids again, and then to the muted television. My feet move closer, because I have to be sure the words flashing across the screen say what I think they say. \u201cFlight 1184 crashes off the coast of Hawaii. Three hundred missing and presumed dead.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

My sister was going to Hawaii.<\/span><\/p>\n

My sister is gone.<\/span><\/p>\n

I sink to my knees in front of the kids, unsure what to say. They just lost their parents, and my heart is breaking. My sister was my best friend. She was the one who pushed me to open Veil and do what I wanted. I\u2019ve always had her support, and now she\u2019s gone.<\/span><\/p>\n

Christopher lifts his head, his brown eyes filled with unshed tears. \u201cThey\u2019ll find them,\u201d he says with conviction.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d I reply. We both know it\u2019s a lie, but it\u2019s one he has to tell himself. I remember being fifteen; there was no telling me I was wrong.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDad wouldn\u2019t . . .\u201d he starts, and then stops as his lip quivers.<\/span><\/p>\n

My own tears start to fall, as Morgan grabs my hand. \u201cWhat do we do now?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I have no fucking clue. How do I tell these kids how to survive? I\u2019m the last person in the world equipped to give this advice. I look to London. Her hand touches my shoulder and she wipes the tears that fall silently down her cheeks.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe hold each other close,\u201d she says.<\/span><\/p>\n

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