Reparation (The Kane Trilogy, #3)(88)

Thank you to my husband. You put up with me. You support me. You allow me to be me.

Thank you to Becs, formerly of Sinfully Sexy Book Reviews. Despite stepping away from the blogging world, you were still willing to read and review.

Thank you to SueBee, Goodreads reviewer extraordinaire, who took a chance on an ARC and then read the whole series – the following Epilogue would never have seen the light of day without your encouragement.

To a naughty, dirty website that shall remain nameless, for inspiring me to write what was in me to write, and to not be afraid of it.

To Najla Qamber, the best graphic designer in the business, as far as I'm concerned. You have done all my covers, and all have been great. You deal with my changing mind and millions of e-mails. You make sense out of my non-sense. You translate my vision when I can't even figure out how to spell it. People, need a cover? Need a logo? Need something pretty? http://www.najlaqamberdesigns.com - you won't be sorry. She is amazing.

To the person reading this right now. When I wrote Jameson's story, I really didn't imagine it ever finding you, but I'm very glad it did.

There, and I didn't even cry.

Well, not too much.





Soundtrack


Songs that I listened to while writing, songs that just made me think of the story,

and a couple that inspired actual scenes. Listen to entire playlist at:

http://grooveshark.com/playlist/Reparation/101722684



Iggy Azalea ft. Rita Ora – Black Widow

Santana – She's Not There

Joan Jett – I Hate Myself for Loving You

Britney Spears - Toxic

Christina Perri – Human Being

Lady Gaga – Bad Romance (first one was for Tate, this one is for Jameson)

Darren Hayes – Insatiable

Maroon 5 – This Love

Adam Lambert – Better Than I Know Myself

Bastille – Flaws

Eminem ft. Rihanna – Love the Way You Lie

Madonna – The Power of Good-Bye

Chris Isaak – Wicked Games

Rolling Stones – Beast of Burden

Passenger – Let Her Go

Natalia Kills – Wonderland

Lifehouse – You and Me





COMING 02/13/15


COMPLETION:

Epilogue to The Kane Trilogy





~Prologue~



“Stop. Stop, I'm begging you.”

“Begging, huh. I must be doing something right.”

“I can't take anymore.”

“You'll take everything I have to give.”

“God, stop.”

“I don't think so.”

“Please.”

“Are you finished?”

“Um …,”

“Then neither am I.”

“Please!”

Jameson leaned back on his heels. Tate gasped for air underneath him, one of her hands resting against her chest, the other pushing her hair out of her face.

“If you don't like to be punished,” he started in a low voice, “then maybe you shouldn't be so bad.”

“I'm sorry. I can't help it,” she panted, licking her lips.

“Are you finished?” he asked again. She finally opened her eyes, looked up at him.

“This isn't fair, you know,” she pointed out. He snorted.

“Since when have I ever given a fu-ck about what's fair?”

“This goes beyond that.”

“I'm sorry, am I still needed?”

Both of them craned their heads around towards the voice. Sanders stood upright and dusted off his pant legs. Adjusted his tie. Tate chuckled and Jameson turned back towards her.

“I'm not sure. Tatum, are you going to behave?” he asked. She smiled big.

“Baby, I always behave myself.”

“Now that's a fu-cking lie.”

“But all I asked was -,”

“Tate.”

“If you would just -,”

“I'm warning you.”

“Just tell me when -,”

“Tatum.”

“Are we leaving soon!?” Tate couldn't hold back, asking for the millionth time. Jameson sighed and leaned back over her, trying to grab on to her wrists.

“This time, Sanders, hold her arms down,” he instructed.

“No! No! I'm sorry! Two against one isn't fair!” Tate yelled. Sanders grabbed onto her wrists and held them against the floor while Jameson scooted down her body.

“You asked for this,” was all he said before he lowered his head.

“No!” she shrieked, but then his lips were against her.

“I can't believe I came all the way home just to witness this,” Sanders complained, looking away. Jameson lifted his head.

“Shut up, you love it.”

And then he went back to blowing raspberries on Tate's stomach.





~1~



A lot can happen in two years.

Tate drove back to Boston with Jameson and Sanders. She stayed with Jameson, lived with him in Weston. It was home, after all.

He was home.

Jameson was the devil. Sometimes he was cruel, sometimes he was sadistic, sometimes he made her want to tear her hair out. But always, always, he made her love him even more. Underneath everything, was his love. His trust. His adoration.