Written in the Scars(90)
“Absolutely.”
He shifts my weight on his knee and looks me in the face. “When I was trapped, I kept thinking about how I needed to be here to fix the door and the furnace and all the things you don’t know how to do. So now I don’t want to fix them because it reminds me of my job here, if that makes sense?’
I kiss his full lips. “It does. But you have lots of jobs here. Can you fix the back door?”
His lips press against mine again, his hands starting at my cheeks and skimming my neck, shoulders, until they land on the tops of my rounded breasts.
“I can think of another job I’d like to take care of around here, if you’re feeling like it.”
I look at his handsome face. “I’m always feeling like it.”
“Then let’s go.”
USA Today and Amazon Top 10 Bestselling author Adriana Locke lives and breathes books. After years of slightly obsessive relationships with the flawed bad boys created by other authors, Adriana has created her own.
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This was a story that took so many formations, it’s amazing to see where it ended up. There are so many people to thank for helping it get here:
Before anything, I’d like to acknowledge the Creator of the Universe. Thank you for blessing me with another opportunity to do what I love. Not only that, thank you for blessing me with so many generous, kind people to help make it happen.
I may write the words, but Mr. Locke gives me the faith, love, support, and space to make it happen. Thank you, My Love, for doing all the things I ask (and all of those that I don’t). You work harder than anyone I know and, while I’m not sure why I was given you, I’m not giving you back.
My Littles can’t read my books (yet—maybe never). That doesn’t stop them from supporting me in their own ways. It makes it so much easier to spend hours writing when you roll out of the office to see their little faces asking, ‘Did you finish? How’s it going? You need a drink?’ They’re my life, plain and simple. I couldn’t ask for more patient and supportive children.
Even at my age, I’m still a mommy’s girl. There are nights she makes dinner and drops it off before the Littles are home from school because she knows I’m slammed. She lends a hand picking people up from practices and never misses a baseball game. Did I mention she does this while undergoing chemo? Yeah. She’s a rock star and I couldn’t do this without her.
To my extended family in all directions—thank you all for your incredible support. Every little thing, from passing out ink pens to watching the Littles to spreading the word about my release dates matter. And I couldn’t appreciate it more.
Jenn C is my right hand, my note taker, my sanity. Without her, I’m a blubbering, chaotic, disorganized mess. And lonely. Thank you for pushing me, making me laugh, sending me pictures, and giving me hell. Stop traveling. I hate being without you. I love ya.
Kari and I met so randomly a few years ago. Even as our friendship grew, I had no idea it would turn into this. She’s my other half, the person that knows me and what I like and what I mean even when I don’t. So much of everything I do goes back to her in one way or the other. Thank you for being you, Kari—the most talented person I know. And my PIC. Forever.
Susan read this book, despite her life going at a million and six miles per hour. I don’t know how she gets through a day and that’s without throwing my books into the mix. Thank you for taking time for me. You make me smile each and every day.
Carleen read this a hundred times. Each time, her notes were so smart, so thorough, that I stared at the screen . . . and then got to work. There aren’t enough words to explain my gratitude for your time, eyes, and love.
Ashley R read this story (multiple times) with so much passion, so much determination to get it ‘just right’ that I was floored. Thank you for your honesty. Thank you for your willingness to talk to me on the phone and hammer out the little things. Thank you for being you and sharing your talent with me.
Jen F jumped on board the beta train, having never worked with me before. Sometimes that can be an awkward exchange, but not this time. I appreciate your words of wisdom and the rawness in which you shared your point of view. You made such a difference to this manuscript.
Candace, Erica, and Joy didn’t hesitate to lend their eye to the final product. Without your attention, ladies, this book would be riddled with mistakes. (And that one chapter wouldn’t have been included, Candace!) Thank you for setting aside your lives and lending me some of your time. You are the best!