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  Derek

  Rylie Sullivan hasn’t had an easy life. She is broken, so broken she doesn’t think she will ever be fixed. When she meets Derek, he barges into her life and tries to break down the walls she has so carefully construed to keep what’s left of her safe. When Rylie’s past mixes with her present, will Derek stand by her and help her survive? Or will he bail for the next pretty thing?

  Derek Tremaine has had it easy. Coming from a wealthy family and blessed with good looks, Derek has breezed through life. After years of one night stands, and a few half ass attempts at relationships, Derek has almost given up on ever finding the woman for him. When he sees Rylie however, he can’t help but be drawn to her. Rylie is different, more so than any other person Derek has met. Rylie’s beauty- her tattoos, piercings and beautiful blonde dreads drew him in, but it’s her sweet, kind nature that makes him want to stay around and protect her. Winning Rylie’s heart will be his greatest challenge yet, but Derek knows the reward will be more than worth it.

  Which is why Derek has no intentions of letting her go.

  Wrong Kind of Love by Amanda Heath

  Releasing June 27th, 2013

  Chapter 1

  GRACE

  The water from the showerhead is scalding. It burns along my skin, turning it a lovely shade of pink. I can’t bother to care, since I want all this blood off of me. Its not my blood mind you. No it’s his. I stare as the pink tinged water rolls down the drain. I’m sitting on my ass with my knees pulled up to my chest.

  My mind is completely numb.

  I refuse to think about the things I have done. I refuse to think about what I have been through. Life throws you shit just to fuck you up. Well life can take a damn hike. I have had enough shit happen to me in my 17 years that I refuse to let anything else bad happen to me.

  “You need to get that blood washed off.” My older brother Aiden’s voice grumbles through the shower curtain. “I have some clothes set out for you. We still have to dye your hair.” I see his shadow lift its hands up to pinch between its eyes.

  “Okay.” I whisper. Standing up I grab the body wash off the rack that is hanging off the showerhead. I scrub myself three times, just in case. I want all his blood off of me. What I did was so horrible, but I can’t seem to have any remorse for it. That bastard deserved it. For what he did to Aiden. If only he had wanted me. But no he wanted a boy. Not that makes it any different, but then I could have saved Aiden from the horrible things he did. If only.

  I step out and dry off. I wrap the towel around my body when I’m done and sit in the chair that sits in front of my mother’s vanity. “I’m done.” I call out to my brother.

  “About time. We have to get out of here like 5 minutes ago.” He picks up the latex gloves lying on the vanity and proceeds to slather my hair with bleach. It burns my scalp and I wince. My hair is a natural honey brown, but I’m going into hiding. I have to become someone different. I have to leave behind everything I love. Everyone I love, well, except for Aiden.

  My PlayStation 3.

  My weed.

  My black all-star chucks.

  All my t-shirts with their dirty innuendos.

  My baggy jeans with all the holes.

  Instead I’ll have to have a completely different lifestyle. I will have to actually get up every morning and do my hair and makeup. I will have to wear designer clothes and shoes. I will have to talk like a complete and total airhead. Jesus I need a joint. I want nothing more than to forget the past couple of hours and get high. That’s the life of a stoner for you though. When life gets to hard to handle, toke it up.

  Aiden doesn’t say anything to me while he bleaches my hair. I don’t expect him to. What happened was out of my control, out of everyone’s control. Though we were eventually planning on getting out of this hellhole we call life, things just seemed to have sped up.

  I’m going to leave the house I grew up in tonight, or early in the morning, whichever way you want to look at it. Aiden is going to drive me to Arkansas, which is a 20-hour drive straight through. He is going to drop me off at a hotel where I’m registered under Grace Breadfield. (This is not my real name.) When its time I will go to the university of Arkansas in Fayetteville and register for classes. Which is scary because I haven’t even graduated high school yet.

  Don’t ask me how this is possible, because I don’t know. Aiden apparently knows someone who hooked us up. Fake ID, birth certificate, social security number, and high school diploma. I do know why he chose Arkansas. No one would look for us there. I have never been there, nor have I ever talked about it. I was born and raised in New York City, so Arkansas is a far cry from home.

  Anyone who knows me will tell the police that I wouldn’t go far from New York. This is what I know, where I’m comfortable. My friends would laugh if they heard Arkansas is where I ended up. I have always wanted to be an actress. My mom even paid for classes since I was 5. I know how to speak in a southern accent, and it doesn’t sound fake.

  The last few years I kind of drifted from my dream, but now I kind of have to live it. I might not become famous or get paid, but its that or tear my family wide open. This way no one finds out what we are all trying to hide.

  “Get in the shower and wash that out. We have to do mine next.” Aiden’s voice breaks through my thoughts.

  Its funny how when you’re little and you wish you could run away and live some exciting life, but it never happens. Well Aiden and I were some of those kids and we always wanted to run away together. I don’t know about living an exciting life in Arkansas, but at least we get to do it together. I wish that it were under different circumstances.

  “Okay.” I say softly, sticking my head under the bathtub facet and washing out the bleach.

  When I’m done I do the same for Aiden and help him wash it all out. We get dressed in our new clothes. It’s funny what you can buy with a lot of money. Something I never indulged in before. I had nice things growing up, but I didn’t out right buy the most expensive things I could. Aiden did and does. Though he knows clothes and shoes, oh and guys. My brother hits for the same team. Not that it’s ever made me love him less.

  “You ready to go, love?” Aiden says walking into my bedroom, for the last time maybe.

  I stand up off my bed and look into the mirror on the back of my door. I don’t know the girl looking back at me. Her hair is platinum blond and mine is honey brown. Her eyes are dark blue and mine are brown. Her shirt is pink and shows way too much cleavage. While my shirt would have been black and said something like “If its long and hard, then it’s probably my baseball bat.” Her skirt is made of lace and stops about an inch from my knees. I would never be caught dead in a skirt. Baggy jeans all the way for this girl. Her shoes are ballerina flats made of leather I’m pretty sure Aiden got at Prada. I would have on chucks. Never anything else. She also has a Gucci bag slung over her forearm. I wouldn’t be caught dead with a purse.

  “Yes.” I say cringing at my appearance. Lets get this show on the road.

  I stop to admire Aiden in his changes. His hair isn’t as light as mine but its still a dirty blond where I’m used to honey brown. His brown eyes are now green but I can still see the pain in them. I don’t think he would ever get rid of it. I know I won’t.

  Aiden always dressed nicely, so its weird to see him in a band t-shirt and cheap holey jeans that weren’t designed that way. His shoes are black ass kickers and I smile at the sight. His muscles strain against the fabric of his clothes since they are way too small. Aiden works out religiously and you can definitely tell in his new clothes.

  Before I know it, I’m sitting in the passenger side of Aiden’s Volvo, while he loads the bags into the trunk. We had been planning on what to do when the time came. So I know he’s excited to get out of here. I think he’s been ready to leave since he turned 18 two years ago. He was just waiting on me. Too bad I just turned 17, but neither of us can live here anymore. And they will come look
ing for us. We are their pawns and punching bags. Well not anymore.

  *****

  2 months later…

  If Teagan Harper knew the real me, then we would have been best friends. She dresses like I used too and she is really immature. Though the immaturity isn’t her fault. I don’t think anyone in her family let her grow up. Which brings her down to my level, since I’m two years younger than her. “Who is throwing this party?” she asks me, while I park my car outside of this pretty house out in the suburbs of Fayetteville.

  “No idea.” I tell her in my fake accent and with my fake smile. I don’t really want to be at this party since I would never be caught dead at this party before I became Grace. I had one serious relationship and we broke up like 5 months ago. Grace is boy crazy and I can’t even keep up with her on that front.

  “I hope my brothers don’t show up.” She bites her nail and walks ahead of me to the front door. Her long black hair swishes near her butt and I can imagine her big green eyes wide from here. She doesn’t get out much, considering her twin brothers won’t let her near the opposite sex.

  “Jaden is on the team, Teag. I’m sure he is here.” Now there’s a man to be crazy about. Jaden Harper is a God. Short black hair, dark blue eyes, and a body to die for. Aiden says he’s the perfect guy for me to go for. That would be because he isn’t my type. He’s a good guy and driven. I like them bad and alpha to the bone. I want a man who will throw me up against a wall and kiss the breath out of me. I want him to growl and be jealous if another guy talks to me. I want him to be crazy and kinky in bed. Yeah, I’m definitely asking for too much.

  “Damn, I didn’t think about that. Maybe we should leave.” She turns around to face me and I envy her Avenged Sevenfold shirt, which is freaking signed. Now M. Shadows is a man to go after.

  “No, Hun, if we see one of the dick twins, we will head in the other direction.” I slip my arm through hers and pull her towards the front door. Entering the house I stop to take in the surroundings. A straight male definitely decorated this place, with its blue couch and big screen TV in the living room. There’s a rug with a hound dog on the floor below the dark coffee table. There are football pictures all over the living room wall. Man, totally.

  Teagan and I make our way through the crowd, looking for something to drink. I hate alcohol and thank the lord that I packed a joint in my purse. I know I was supposed to quit, but I had to give up everything else that made me happy, I just couldn’t deal without my weed. I have a problem, don’t judge.

  After the football players get Teagan and I to take six shots a piece, I’m beyond tipsy. The room kind of spins and I’m left wondering if I’m actually spinning or if its in my head. That’s when I run into him.

  He towers over me and I have to look nearly straight up to see his pale blue eyes. His blond hair hangs down into his eyes and I nearly swoon when he tosses his head back to remove it. There’s smirk on his full lips and I somehow find the strength not to lean in and nibble on the bottom one. His blue jeans are loose and hanging off his hips, showing a peak of his stomach. They have splashes of paint in every color all over them. I also don’t think I have ever seen an honest to goodness six pack of abs. Tattoos peak out from his shirtsleeves and all I can think is that he’s a total panty dropper. Damn I’m in so much trouble.

  “Hello Angel.”

  CADEN

  When Jaden called and invited me to Declan’s party, all I could think about was getting laid. Drunken college girls are the best for that. Everyone wants to live free and have new experiences and they would certainly have one with me. You see, I like things a little kinky. No, I don’t get off on ball gags and butt plugs, but I do like to tie my conquests up and maybe add in a little spanking. You’d be surprised who is into that.

  So all I can think about when I run in to little blond, is her hands bound over her head and her generous breasts bouncing around while I thrust into her. I might wrap those long blond locks around my palm and tug ‘til she cries out in pleasure. My hands might smooth over all those curves hiding underneath her expensive clothes. The innocence in her eyes says she might not be ready, but I have my own rules when it comes to sex.

  “Who the hell are you calling Angel?” she spits angrily. Damn little miss innocent has some fire. Maybe I was wrong about what those dark blue eyes are telling me.

  I chuckle and grab her hand pulling her into my body. “You. The way the light shines on all this blond hair makes you look like you’re wearing a halo.” I place my hand on the small of her back and sway my hips into hers.

  She huffs before placing her hands on my chest and pushing my body away from hers. “I’m not an angel. I’m also not into one night stands, so back the hell up and move on.” Her eyes glare bloody murder but I’m not listening. If I was interested before, I’m enchanted now.

  I pull her back into me and move my hands to her hips and sway them back and forth. “Just dance with me, Angel. We will see where it goes from there.” I would give anything for her to just dance with me. Every girl I meet seems to want it more than I do. It’s getting old fast, but this little miss wants to fight back and my dick has her name on it. Speaking of names, “What’s your name, Angel?”

  “Grace. And I don’t feel like dancing with you, Mr. Hands.” She tries to pull away again but I swing both my arms all the way around her and hold her as close as possible.

  “Well since you asked so nicely, my name is Caden. Just Caden, don’t shorten it to Cade. That shit is annoying.” Grace stands there stiffly and continues to glare. I’m kind of ashamed that I’m so turned on.

  “I didn’t ask. Let go of me before I knee you in the balls.” She squints her eyes up at me and her lips purse. It’s honestly cute as shit.

  “Just calm down, Angel. Dance a couple of songs with me and if you still want to knee me in the balls, I’ll let you go.” Her limbs loosen up but she doesn’t move to place her hands around my neck like I want her to.

  “Fine. I’ll still want to knee you in the balls though.” Her arms finally come around my neck and she moves her hips to the music. I’m mesmerized by the way she moves. I’ve never seen someone move so freely without wanting someone to look. She has already made it clear that she doesn’t care if anyone does look.

  “How old are you?” I ask softly next to her ear, which makes her shiver a little. Finally a reaction I want.

  “19. I’m a freshman.” She pauses looking up at me with mystery in those blue eyes. “You’re 19 and also a freshman, but you know your major. You also have a twin brother named Jaden, but you only look alike in the face. You also have a little sister named Teagan, who is also a freshman. Save the breath telling me about yourself.”

  I blink several times and wonder if I’m being played. “How do you know all that?” Grace continues to dance but I have gone still.

  “Teagan is my roommate. Don’t worry I’m not stalking you.” She chuckles and turns around pressing her ass against my groin.

  “You’re that Grace? Damn.” Not that it’s going to stop me from seducing her. It’s kind of what I live for.

  “Yes, I’m that Grace. Teag talks about you and the rest of the family all the time.” Her ass sways gently against me and my dick starts to stand at attention. It wants what she has hidden under this lacy skirt.

  I don’t answer. Instead, I run my hand from her shoulder, over her breasts, down her stomach and stop at the place I really want to be. She sucks in a gasp and I feel my lips pull into a smirk. Her hands leave my neck and run up into my hair, tugging lightly. I’m not gonna lie, I totally groaned.

  “I know enough about you, Grace.” I lean a little and whisper in her ear. “I know that I want to touch every inch of this body. I know I want to kiss you until neither of us can breathe properly. I also know I want to know what you sound like as you come. Whether it be from me tasting you, me sliding my fingers in and out of you, or me fucking you into next year.” I pause to run my thumb over her nipple, which decided to co
me to a hard point while I was speaking. “Yeah that’s what I know.”

  She moans a little and my dick responds by making my jeans feel like they might burst open. Her face turns towards me where she whispers, “Just sex. I can’t get involved with a guy like you.”

  I nod when she can see and step away from her. I don’t know what the hell that was supposed to mean, but I don’t read too much into it. I grab her hand and pull her to the front door. My mustang sits about twenty yards a head of us and I hope I can make it there before I try to devour her.

  *****

  Since I refused to live in a dorm room with Jaden, our parents rented us out an apartment not too far from campus. I love my twin, but he’s impossible to live with. I hope like hell he’s still at the party. I want Grace to be loud. Hell, I want to be loud.

  “You’re lucky to be living off campus. I love Teag, but I hate having a roommate.” Grace says as she gets out of my car. I stare at her ass as she smooth’s down her skirt.

  “I still have to share space with Jaden. He’s not the easiest to live with.” I shrug when I get out and walk around to the passenger side. Before she can get away from me, I back her into the side of my car. I don’t even take a breath before I slam my lips down on hers. She opens on a gasp and I don’t waste time slipping my tongue into her mouth. Her arms go around my neck and her legs swing up around my hips. I hold her weight with the car and slip my hand under her skirt. She has on some fancy lace panties and the front is damp. Fuck. Yes.

  I flick my thumb over her clit through her panties, making her arch her back. She breaks away from my lips to groan out, “Yes.” Before coming back to bite my bottom lip.

  I lean into her neck and bite the tender skin there making her tug on my hair. Hard. “I bite back.” I say.