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Fate brought her here, but will her choices destroy her dreams?
Quincy Priest made all the right choices in her small town, black-and-white life. But being perfect is tiring. So. Very. Tiring.
Wanting desperately to step out of her sister's shadow, Quincy jumps at the opportunity to attend college with her best friend. The quiet bookworm with family secrets comes out of her shell. But when Quincy meets not one, but two perfect guys, she has to make a choice. In doing so, she might forfeit the relationship she secretly longed to find.
Declan. Sweet, handsome, and perfect. He makes her feel cherished for the first time in her life.
Brody. Sexy, hot, and irresistible. He could tear down her carefully built walls.
Before she can become the woman she wants to be, Quincy will make mistakes. And suffer one unimaginable loss.
I will guarantee you in some point you will end up drying some tears from your face, but, I will also guarantee you that you will LOVE this book. - Goodreads
This is Brody's story.
I'm used to getting what I want. I've always taken what I wanted. No apologies. No excuses.
I know what it feels like to be betrayed, when someone else is calling all the shots. I've been down that road, and I'm not going there again. I've got my family, my friends, and the brotherhood. That's all I need.
I believe in Fate. Everything happens for a reason. But what do you do when Fate kicks you in the gut, plays a cruel joke on you?
When I met Quincy Priest, she was a flame I couldn't put out. A freakin' wildfire. She blew in to my life, burned it to the ground, then left me standing in the ashes. Gone as suddenly as she came. I'm not sure if I should love her or hate her… But I don't hate her. I could never hate her.
What do you do when the person who broke you may be the only person who can put you back together?
Can you run from Fate? Do you even want to?
I really love Sydney’s writing style. Her storytelling from the male POV was excellent. Not every author can do that. Brody came across as very alpha male and I love that in a book boyfriend. I’m not one to finish a book in a day, but I did with Fate. I just couldn’t put it down. - Goodreads
novella that can be read as a standalone. The characters of Choices/Fate do make an appearance in Patience.
Jenna Ryan is the kind of girl everyone wants to be friends with. Her spunky and carefree outlook on life often leads to trouble of the best kind. She's not afraid to speak her mind, and when it comes to her friends, she's fiercely loyal and protective. When she met Eric, she knew immediately, he was her forever, but why was he holding back?
Eric James is the epitome of a Greek God. He parties hard while trying to meet the expectations of his overachiever parents. When he met Jenna, sparks flew, and he knew he'd met his match.
But Eric is hiding a small secret. When Jenna finds out, these two will embark on a wild and hilarious journey to torture each other into submission.
Who will win? And who will learn the true meaning of... Patience?
I would definitely recommend that, at least, the first book be read before reading Patience so that you have the backstory on the series and an introduction to Jenna and Eric. It makes this novella so much sweeter. - Goodreads
She's the high school softball star. He's the fraternity chaplain.
He's the good guy. She's the wild child.
Eliza Nichols has a secret. After one night, one mistake, she throws away her softball career, walking away from everything she loves. Broken and damaged, the last thing she needs is someone making her question everything she knows.
No one has ever made her want to be so good.
Declan White is the stereotypical nice guy. When his fraternity brother betrays him with the girl of his dreams, he struggles to be the man he wants to be without losing the man he is. Eliza may be exactly what he needs.
No one has ever made him want to be so bad.
When these two come together, their lives collide in a battle of wills. One moment can change the rest of your life. You can accept it... or you may find hope where there appears to be nothing at all.
Lot's of surprises some good, some bad that the characters have to face. All in all this was a top read for me. - Goodreads
Do yourself a favor and get this story! I hope there is a next book, because I need to know Seth's story!!!!!! - Goodreads
EXCERPT
Just as I get to my car, a hand wraps around mine. I swing around, only to find Brody looking down at me. “Did you think of an answer to my question, Quince? Are you with Declan or not?”
I’m not sure why it matters to him. He’s not interested in me like that anyway. “I’m not with anyone, Brody. I’ve only known him a week. That’s not long enough to know anything about anyone.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that. I know enough about you to know that I want to get to know you better.” His voice lowers, and he leans down just close enough that I can feel his breath on my cheek. “I know enough to know that I’d like to kiss you right now. To know that if I do, it won’t be nearly enough.” His lips graze my face, just enough to let me know they are there. “I know you want to kiss me like I want to kiss you. I just don’t know the answer to my question.” If I just moved an inch, his mouth would be on mine.
Fate
“So, what am I doing here, Brody?” Her voice cracks, like she’s nervous or scared of me. “You confuse me. I’m not really sure what you want from me.” Well, that’s an easy one.
Walking toward her, I hold out my hand.”Quince, it’s not about what I want from you. It’s about what I want with you.”
She hesitates before reaching for my outstretched hand, and I pull her to stand in front of me. With her boots on, she’s a little taller and a helluva lot sexier. I draw her close, her body perfectly aligning with mine. Indecision floods her eyes, warning me that I will scare her away if I move too fast. So instead, I begin to sway with the music that penetrates the walls.
She moves with me, setting a slow, seductive rhythm, her hips gently swaying to the beat. And when she lays her head on my chest, I wonder if she can hear my heart, pounding inside.I feel her breath on my neck and her body flex as she rises to her toes, just before her lips touch the sensitive spot just under my ear. Breathing in deep, I tilt my head back, giving her control. Her lips part, and her tongue glides over my skin, blazing a path down my neck. My hands are suddenly in her hair, tangled in it, urging her on.
“Fuck, Quince. You are driving me crazy,” I whisper. My voice is deep and hoarse. This is sweet torture.My words seem to ignite something in her, her hands finding the bottom of my shirt and tugging it up. Her movements grow more hurried, more needy, and her breath comes in short bursts.
Yeah, I think Little Miss Perfect likes dirty talk.
Jenna's POV
Victoria's Secret. Every girl's friend and every guy's dream. I'm on a mission to find something to drive Eric wild. Panties, bras, lingerie, thongs... how's a girl to choose? I don't have a lot to spend, so I've got to make it count.
"How about this one?" Quincy pops around the rack I'm staring at, holding up a sheer black negligee complete with a barely-there thong.
"Quince, I want to make him suffer, not give him a heart attack." I smile as I imagine the look on Eric's face if he saw me in that. It's almost worth buying it. "That's why we're here instead of Frederick's."
Shrugging her shoulders, my best friend looks perplexed as she continues to hold up the pitiful scrap of material. "Sheesh. I'm just trying to figure out what guys like about this stuff." She rotates it on the hanger. "I mean, why pay so much when they'll just rip it off anyway?"
I almost swallow my tongue as I start coughing. "Rip it off? What kind of movies have you been watching, Quince?"
When her face grows red and she looks anywhere but me, my amusement turns to shock. She tries to hide behind the rack, but I'm not having it. "Oh, hell no, girlfriend."
I have to know what she's talking about. Right now.
Liza's POV
"What are you doing?"
"What's it look like I'm doing? I'm walking home. Alone." I shove my finger into his chest, bitterness in my voice. "Thanks to you."
He freezes, his body tight with tension. "Oh, so now you're mad? I'm sorry I rescued you from some dick who only wanted to use you. My bad."
"Rescued? Ha!" I huff. "Did you ever think I might want to be used? That sometimes I just need the escape?" The words fly out my mouth before I can bite them back, and his fingers dig into my shoulders as reality finally sets in.
His dark eyes grow sad, full of pity, and I hate it. I hate myself.
My chest heaves with deep breaths, and he moves closer, backing me against the building, one arm on each side of my head, caging me in. "Do me a favor, Liza? The next time you need to escape, come to me. Just -" He rests his forehead against mine, his hand tangling in my hair. "Come to me." His lips whisper across mine, a promise I can't afford to make.
It draws me to him when my head says to run.
Abruptly releasing me, he breaks the connection, turning to walk away. I can only watch, willing my feet to move, a prisoner inside my own body. Though I would never allow myself to chase after him, I can't let him go. "Declan!"
He turns, standing in the light of the streetlamp, staring, watching, waiting. His shadow dances on the wall as he begins to walk, one foot in front of the other. Slowly, deliberately, he gets closer. And when he's finally standing in front of me, I whisper, "I need to escape."
My lips tingle as his eyes trace them. Hungry. Starving. Without warning, his mouth crashes down on mine, our breaths mingling together, becoming one, as we cling to each other. I melt against him, accepting the undeniable truth.
This kiss, this man... this is exactly what I needed.
Stupid, stupid girl.
I thought I was running from him, but I was running to him.
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About the author:
Sydney Lane lives in Nashville, TN with her husband and children. Growing up in Smalltown, USA, Sydney dreamed of being a writer. After spending an outrageous amount of money to go to college, Sydney finally decided to follow her heart. Drug dealer and mommy by day, her alter ego is an author by night. Sydney is very active in charity work for anti-bullying and depression awareness groups.
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