Take Me On (Pushing the Limits #4)(116)

She’s curled in with her back toward me and she’s tugged the blanket tight to her shoulder. Her tank top no longer provides protection against the elements. Last night was hot, in more ways than I can count, and the cover wasn’t required for any of our activities—neither for the sleeping nor the kissing. Without a doubt, this has been the best damned summer of my life...





And look for the first book in Katie’s brand-new series set in the dangerous and exhilarating world of motorcycle clubs, also coming soon!





Playlist Theme:

“Harder to Breathe,” by Maroon 5

“Wild Ones,” by Flo Rida (feat. Sia) “Love Is a Battlefield,” by Pat Benatar West: “Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy),” by Big & Rich “Come Over,” by Kenny Chesney

“This Love,” by Maroon 5

“Bitter Sweet Symphony,” by The Verve Haley: “Fighter,” by Christina Aguilera “The House That Built Me,” by Miranda Lambert “Stronger (What Doesn’t Kill You),” by Kelly Clarkson “Roar” by Katy Perry Songs for Specific Scenes:



The night West and Haley meet: “I Knew You Were Trouble,” by Taylor Swift



West and Haley training in the gym: “Good Feeling,” by Flo Rida





When Haley sneaks West into her room: “Secrets,” by OneRepublic





The fight in the cage: “Eye of the Tiger,” by Survivor



Songs that Represent Haley and West’s future: “Price Tag,” by Jessie J (feat. B.o.B.) “Heaven,” by Warrant





    Read on for a bonus PUSHING THE LIMITS novella, CROSSING THE LINE!





           Crossing the Line

    Katie McGarry





           Contents

    Introduction

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 6

    Chapter 7

    Chapter 8

    Chapter 9

    Chapter 10

    Chapter 11

    Chapter 12

    Chapter 13

    Epilogue





Dear Lincoln,

I saw this card today and thought of you. I know that I wasn’t who you came to meet, but I’m glad we had a chance to talk. Even though I was just his little sister’s best friend, Aires still felt like a brother to me.

Between you and me, I keep smiling when I think of the look on your face when we decided to sneak out of the wake without being caught. That was a strange, messed-up night, and I’m grateful you were there to help me through it.

I know how I miss Aires, so I can only imagine how you miss Josh. Just remember that I’m thinking of you.

Can I write you again? Will you write back? I hope you do. I sort of feel like we were meant to meet.

~ Lila





Dear Lila,

Thank you for the card. I’m going to admit, I’m not much of a kitten guy, but I appreciate the thought. Mostly, I appreciate your note.

Yeah, I agree, the night of Aires’s funeral was messed up, but messed up in a good way. Mom and Dad thought if we met Aires’s family that it would help us with losing Josh. I thought Mom and Dad had it all jacked up, and in a way, they did. It wasn’t meeting Aires’s family that helped, it was talking to you—so thanks.

And no, I don’t mind if you want to write me again. Even if you do it in one of those kitten-hanging-from-a-tree cards.

~ Lincoln





Lincoln

Is it weird that I feel close to you even though you’re hundreds of miles away and we’ve only met once? I hope not. I’m glad that you’re in my life.

~ Lila

On the computer screen, the question “Why?” glares at me like the correct accusation it is. This dialogue between Lila and me, it breaks every unsaid rule about our relationship. We never plug in like this. Never. Not that part of me hasn’t wanted a faster connection to her. A link beyond the letters, but there was something about the written word that made our relationship safe.

And now we’re crossing lines. The one relationship I need, the one relationship I depend on...I’ve jacked it up. Fitting since I have a natural inclination toward destroying anything good. It’s genetic, my sister tells me. Anyone sharing our bloodline is inherently doomed.

“You should have talked to me before buying it,” my father shouts at my mother in the kitchen. “I made a budget.”

My home is a volcano, a constant gurgle of hot lava on the verge of explosion. I try to ignore my parents, but it’s difficult. We have one computer in the house, and it sits wide open in the family room. From the corner of my eye, I have a clear shot of how Dad’s hands shake with anger and how Mom’s frustration paints her cheeks a frightening scarlet.