“If you’re broken, I’ll fix you…”

I’m only twenty-one and already damaged goods. A slut. A failure. A disappointment to my picture-perfect family as long as I can remember. I called off my wedding to William Bailey, the only man who thought I was worth fixing. A year later, he’s marrying my sister. Unless I ask him not to…

“If you shatter, I’ll find you…”

But now there’s Asher Logan, a broken man who sees the fractures in my façade and doesn’t want to fix me at all. Asher wants me to stop hiding, to stop pretending. Asher wants to break down my walls. But that means letting him see my ugly secrets and forgiving him for his.

With my past weighing down on me, do I want the man who holds me together or the man who gives me permission to break?

~ REVIEW ~

Lexi Ryan had me before I even started reading the book! I read the synopsis and it caught my interest. It was different, I had never read a story about a girl watching her ex marry her sister. So I was ready to dive into Maggie’s drama and boy was I hooked! Lexi did a great job with this story and you will not regret picking up this quick read! I give this book 5 stars!!!

Maggie was with Will, loved him and was going to marry him. Till she decided to cancel the wedding and skip town. Maggie had a reputation and it wasn’t a good one. Now Maggie finds herself back in New Hope as a bridesmaid for her sister’s wedding to Will. (Yes, you read that right! Will, Maggie’s Will is now marrying her SISTER!!) Maggie still loves Will and she can see that he still has feelings for her. She doesn’t know how to deal with this.

“Would you ask me to leave her? Would you tell me if you still needed me?” -Will

Maggie is trying to start over and not let her past consume her life in the present. At her sister’s wedding she meets this sexy man named Asher. Maggie doesn’t do relationships, she does one night stands no attachments. She uses sex as her wall to keep people from getting close to her. Asher wants more then that from Maggie and he is determined to break those walls.

“My past is ugly, and I ‘m not proud of it, but it’s part of who I am. It’s made me who I am. I’m not hiding from it.” -Maggie

Maggie tries to be so strong and not let anyone in to know she is breaking inside. But Asher can see through her and he wants to help her he doesn’t want her for sex he wants her for her.

“You don’t need to pretend to be strong with me, Maggie. Just be.” -Asher

“Let me break down these walls you keep hiding behind.” -Asher

Start reading!! And find out if Asher or Will can break down Maggie’s wall that she has built around herself. Find out about her past that wont let go over her. Will she find true love? Will she let her past be the past and move on? What are her secrets? Will she tell anyone about them? Go one-click!! You will love Lexi’s work!

-Harper

~ PLAYLIST ~

Ani DiFranco—32 Flavors

Nine Inch Nails—Perfect Drug

P!nk—Slut Like You

Cold Play—Fix You

The Fray—How to Save a Life

P!nk, featuring Nate Ruess—Just Give Me a Reason

Muse—Madness

Nine Inch Nails—Hurt

Ani DiFranco—Gratitude

Labrinth featuring Emeli Sandé—Beneath Your Beautiful

Rihanna featuring Mikki Ekko—Stay

Ani DiFranco—Amazing Grace

Josh Radin—When You Find Me

~ EXCERPT ~

Asher looks damn fine standing there, his dark shades blocking his eyes from the setting sun, a tiny silver hoop glinting in each ear. He is all hard muscle and tan in his fitted black t-shirt and faded jeans. I always said there’s no man as hot as my car. Now I’m not so sure.

My first thought is that we could be naked and in my bed in twenty minutes. My second is of the story Lizzy just told me, a story that makes Asher the worst kind of bad boy—capital B, capital N, Bad News.

I pull my keys from my purse. “What are you doing here?”

His too-goddamn-perfect mouth quirks into that cocky half grin. “I wanted to see you.”

“Aw! That’s what all my stalkers say.”

He chuckles. “You owe me a date.”

“How’d you even know to find me here?”

“How’d you get the cash for such a sweet ride?”

I drive a deep blue Mustang GT, a gift from my granny. She’s terrible with money and we love her for it.

“Marry an old man for his money?” he asks.

“Sure. But I was screwing his brains out when he died, so he didn’t mind much.”

His smile never wavers. “I want to take you out.”

“We discussed this already,” I say, my traitorous gaze dipping back to the bulge of his biceps. Lord have mercy. “I don’t do dates.”

“So we’ll call it something else,” he says. “Try not to get hung up on semantics.”

“And what if I say no?”

Asher’s smirk should piss me off. This is a man who gets what he wants, and it’s written all over his face.

I sigh. “Fine, but only if you have a signed note from your wife that says it’s okay if you play with others.”

“It’s one night. What? Are you afraid you can’t resist me?”

Damn. That’s a challenge. “Dinner,” I say, punching my key fob to unlock my doors. “But none of this macho, He-Man, I-drive-the-lady crap. I have free will and I like to keep my vehicle at my disposal. You might be hot, and I might be joining you for a meal, but you don’t own me.”

“Are you done?”

I try to stop the smile that’s coming, but I can’t resist. I don’t meet many men willing to call me on my bullshit. “Yeah.”

“Do you like Cajun food, loud atmosphere, a good beer list?”

I look him up and down again—a visual journey that is worth it every time. “Goddamn, Asher. You keep going and I might just think you had my number. Cajun Jack’s?”

“I’ll see you there.” He heads toward his Jeep. When he turns back to slide his eyes over my body, I have to tell myself that the heat rushing through me is only a product of the scorching May afternoon sun.

~ POOL SCENE- ASHER’S POV ~

(WARNING! THIS IS NOT IN THE BOOK! THIS IS AN EXTRA)

There is a woman swimming in my pool.

Scratch that. There is a naked goddess swimming in my pool.

I drape my towel behind my neck and watch her in the moonlight. She pushes through lap after lap, pulling her body through the water as if she’s running away from something. And as I watch her, all curves and grace and beauty, my heart pounds like I’m the one doing laps.

When she finally stops, she’s out of breath and I’m aroused as fuck.

“Training for the Olympics?”

She snaps her head up in surprise, and even in the soft light of the moon I can make out her features enough to recognize the woman I danced with at the wedding.

Maggie.

What the hell is she doing here?

“Sneak up on many girls?” she asks.

“Only the special ones.” I drop my towel on a chair and dive into the water. I hadn’t been expecting company tonight, but if she went to the trouble to track me down, I can play along.

When I surface, her eyes are on me—my mouth, my bare chest.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, backing away.

“I live here.”

She snorts. “No you don’t.” Then, when I don’t reply, “Shit. Really? You’re Rich Dude?”

“Rich who?” Suddenly I’m feeling like a bit of an ass for diving in to join her. She’s naked in my pool but not here for me?

Damn the luck.

“Shit. I’m sorry. I just…” She’s laughing, and her posture is the most relaxed I’ve seen it yet.

The question is: If she didn’t come looking for me, why is she here?

Suddenly, it clicks and I have my answer. “You haven’t come to swim in a long time.”

That cuts her laughter short. “You watch me?”

I can’t tell if she’s appalled by the idea or aroused by it. Having just witnessed the way her naked curves look as she pulls herself through the water, I can imagine why someone might watch, but that’s not my style. No. If I’d seen Maggie swimming in my pool before tonight, watching would have never been enough.

“My groundskeeper told me a young girl used to sneak in about once a week,” I say, explaining what should have occurred to me when I first saw her here. “I assume that was you?”

“Yeah.”

“Why’d you stop?”

“I left town for a while,” she says, her words slow and carefully chosen.

“Looking for something?”

She shakes her head. “Running away.”

I understand running away. Hell, that’s why I’m here, isn’t it? I didn’t come to my house in New Hope because I thought I’d find something. Quite the opposite. I’ve been living here for the last year because of what I knew I wouldn’t find here. Trouble. Drama. Baggage.

And yet, here I am…Here we are…

As much as I’d like to be the gentleman, my eyes have a mind of their own, and I find my gaze dipping to the water and her bare breasts.

Damn.

“Sorry I had to disappear earlier.” I’ve hardly met her eyes before my gaze travels south again, to the rise and fall of her breasts, to flat of her stomach in the water, the curve of her hip.

“I’d let you make it up to me,” she says, coming closer.

My resolve to stay away from this woman and her problems crumbles just like that. I could blame my many months of self-imposed abstinence, but that’s not the culprit here. My crumbling resolve has nothing to do with me wanting to be with a woman and everything to do with me wanting to be with this woman.

“You’ve had a long day,” I tell her. “You want to talk?”

She drapes her arms around my neck, and the feel of her nipples grazing my chest is enough to whip my breath from me. “Why would you think I want to talk to you at all?” she asks.

I grunt. “Because you’re looking at me like a starved woman at a prime rib buffet.”

“Yes,” she murmurs, staring into my eyes. “What does that have to do with talking?”

“Don’t you want us to get to know each other before you indulge?”

She tilts her head to the side. “I’m more about the meal than the conversation.”

There’s a heat in her green eyes that’s nearly irresistible, but there’s something else too. Something…almost familiar.

“You’re a kid,” I object lamely. We both know if her age was a real concern, I never would have taken her onto that dance floor.

She runs her finger down my neck and blood pulses so hot and fast to my cock, she may as well have touched me there. “I’m twenty-one,” she says. Then she wraps her legs around me, and I nearly lose my loose hold on control. Drama, baggage, trouble, none of it matters. Nothing matters but feeling that bare, slick skin against mine.

But that’s not true. There is something that matters. “Is this about him?” I ask.

She frowns. “Who?”

“The groom at your sister’s wedding? He has some kind of hold on you. I saw it in your eyes. In his.”

“This has nothing to do with William Bailey,” she says, but her face gives her away.

And yet, here I am, lowering my head to kiss her, when I know it’s a mistake, when I know she’s thinking about someone else, when that breaks every simple ass rule I’ve given myself for this year.

I’m acting on something more primal now, something that wants to protect her, something that says if she’s thinking of another man, she won’t be for long.

I’m careful to be slow. Soft, gentle. I don’t know this woman, but I feel like she deserves soft and gentle, and if I’m going to do this, I’m determined to be everything she deserves and more.

But she doesn’t just kiss me back. She bites my lip and digs her nails into my back. And I let instinct take over.

~ AUTHOR ~

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Ryan writes romances with humor, heat, and heart. Her books are described as fun, flirty, and wickedly sexy. A lover of learning, Lexi has been in the classroom all her life and remains there as an English professor. A proud member of Romance Writers of America, Lexi lives in rural Indiana with her husband and two children.

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