Title:
Everything I Shouldn’t (Nashville Nights #2)
Everything I Shouldn’t (Nashville Nights #2)
Author:
Stacey Mosteller
Genre:
Contemporary/NA Romance
Contemporary/NA Romance
Release Date:
June 26,2014
Everything I Shouldn’t
It’s been eight days, sixteen hours and forty-seven minutes since life as I know it ended. I know, it sounds so melodramatic and teen-soap worthy, but it’s the truth. Eight days, sixteen hours and forty-seven minutes since David found out. Since he kicked Jeremy out, ended their friendship and told me I could never see him again.
I didn’t plan on David getting suspicious, and I definitely didn’t plan on getting caught. My selfishness has cost Jeremy everything, my brother won’t even look at me, Lyric must hate me for practically blackmailing
her to keep silent and my best friend is barely speaking to me.
Now my life is full of secrets and lies. The people around me have been affected by the choices I’ve made and the lies I’ve told. But what will they do when they discover the biggest secret of them all?
Jeremy is everything I shouldn't want, and the person I can't live without.
Purchase the Series
Never Wanted More (Nashville Nights #0.5)
Save Me From Myself (Nashville Nights #1)
Everything I Shouldn’t (Nashville Nights #2)
EXCERPT
Leaning in close, making sure to keep eye contact with him, I growl, "You better bring her straight home after prom. I was your age not that long ago, and the last thing you're going to do is take SarahBeth to an unsupervised prom after party. She better come home in the same condition I'm sending her with you in.
You get me?"
"Y-y-y-yes sir," Jordan stammers, clearly flustered. "I'll bring her right home, I promise."
I smile evilly, "Good. Thank you Jordan. I knew I could count on you."
Our conversation finishes just in time for SB to start down the stairs to meet us. As she reaches the bottom, I'm pretty sure Jordan and I have the same dumbstruck expression on our faces. In addition to the way her body looks in that pink dress, she’s curled her hair and put makeup on. She looks like an angel and my heart is beating double time in my chest. When SB sees Jordan, her entire face lights up, and my hands tighten into fists at my sides. Jealousy isn’t an emotion I’m familiar with, and it’s fucking with my head. The only thought going through my mind right now is that she shouldn't be looking at him that way, it should be me. I’m the only one she’s ever looked at that way. I feel like I’m losing my goddamn mind lately, all I can think about is this tiny slip of a girl who isn’t even eighteen.
Jesus Christ. I need to hold it together, but I have no idea how to do that.
She is seventeen-fucking-years-old, and I’m twenty-eight. If it were anyone else having thoughts like this about her, I'd beat the ever-loving shit out of them, yet here I am thinking things that no man should think about someone her age.
It’s making me crazy. I am only human, but the emotions I feel whenever I think about her, see her, smell her, make me the worst kind of bastard.
You get me?"
"Y-y-y-yes sir," Jordan stammers, clearly flustered. "I'll bring her right home, I promise."
I smile evilly, "Good. Thank you Jordan. I knew I could count on you."
Our conversation finishes just in time for SB to start down the stairs to meet us. As she reaches the bottom, I'm pretty sure Jordan and I have the same dumbstruck expression on our faces. In addition to the way her body looks in that pink dress, she’s curled her hair and put makeup on. She looks like an angel and my heart is beating double time in my chest. When SB sees Jordan, her entire face lights up, and my hands tighten into fists at my sides. Jealousy isn’t an emotion I’m familiar with, and it’s fucking with my head. The only thought going through my mind right now is that she shouldn't be looking at him that way, it should be me. I’m the only one she’s ever looked at that way. I feel like I’m losing my goddamn mind lately, all I can think about is this tiny slip of a girl who isn’t even eighteen.
Jesus Christ. I need to hold it together, but I have no idea how to do that.
She is seventeen-fucking-years-old, and I’m twenty-eight. If it were anyone else having thoughts like this about her, I'd beat the ever-loving shit out of them, yet here I am thinking things that no man should think about someone her age.
It’s making me crazy. I am only human, but the emotions I feel whenever I think about her, see her, smell her, make me the worst kind of bastard.
About Stacey
Stacey is a wife, reader, author and mother to 3 boys, ages 15, 14, and 8 – not necessarily in that order! After spending the first half of her life in a small town outside of Philadelphia, PA, her parents moved to another small town in North Carolina. She married her husband after dating a total of three months and knowing each other for six! People thought they were crazy, but 2014 marks their 10 year anniversary, so it obviously worked out! She loves to read and can usually be found curled up with her iPad when she’s supposed to be writing or creating playlists on Spotify!
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