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Sexy book excerpt: When an impulsive singer is caught between two lovers

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NSFW book excerpt from Just One Lie by Kyra Davis

Enter into the intense, erotic world of The New York Times bestselling author Kyra Davis in this steamy companion to Just One Night. Melody Fitzgerald is the opposite of the “perfect” daughter. The lead singer of an indie rock band, she is impulsive and creative, with a rebellious streak that both defines her and becomes her greatest enemy. Caught between her parents’ conservative expectations and her own free spirit, she is quickly engulfed by excess and self-destruction — and two lovers who are as irresistible as they are polar opposites.

Read the excerpt from Just One Lie by Kyra Davis:

“What?” I whisper. “What are you thinking?”

“That I don’t believe in love at first sight,” he says.

“Seriously?” I snap. “That’s what you’re thinking?”

“Yeah, but... I believe that sometimes you can meet someone and almost instantly realize that this is a person you could fall in love with. That’s possible, right?” When I don’t answer he takes a long, shaky breath. “I guess what I’m saying is, let’s get to know each other because... because I want to be one of those people you care about. I’d like to give you the opportunity to hurt me.”

I laugh again, although this time the sound isn’t coated in derisive sarcasm.

“Seriously!” he insists. “I have this feeling you’re worth the pain.”

“Well then, you’d be the first person to think so.”

“Aw, I’m your first,” he says with a suggestive grin.

I groan and rest my head on my knees.

“What about me?” he asks, nudging me with his elbow. “Am I worth it?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” I scrape my nails against the back of my hand, leaving a mark. It hurts, but maybe not enough. The vodka is protecting me from the sting.

“That’s a yes.”

“Maybe,” I counter. “Or maybe I’m just a crazy masochist.” This time it’s the skin on the inside of my wrist that I scratch. He doesn’t see the marks. He just thinks I’m making a gesture, that it’s a joke.

“You don’t strike me as the masochist type.” His teeth are so white they glow in the darkness. I imagine them biting gently on my earlobe, on my neck... “And you’re not even close to being as crazy as me.”

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I give him a withering look. “You realize that Crazy was literally my nickname in middle school. Seriously, that’s what they called me. Not Crazy Melody, just Crazy. As in Crazy got detention again, or Crazy painted a skull and crossbones on her big toenails.”

Ash does a quick double take. “Did you really paint a skull and crossbones on your nails? With nail polish?” When I nod, his eyes flash with approval. “That takes serious fine motor skills. You could be one of those Chinese artists who can paint intricate pictures of landscapes on hollowed-out eggshells.”

“Okay, so I have no idea what you’re talking about right now.”

Ash laughs and tilts his head up to the stars. “That’s ’cause I’m crazier than you. It’ll take more than a middle school nickname to best me. Hell, my stepmom considered institutionalizing me when I was fourteen.” 

“Oh yeah, that’s impressive. My dad did institutionalize me at sixteen. And then when the doctors refused to keep me in the nuthouse for more than a couple of days, he kicked me out of the house because he was afraid my craziness would rub off on my little sister.”

“Ah, but the doctors kicked you out because you didn’t need to be hospitalized in the first place, right?” He rests his forearms on his knees, his drink still clasped in his hand. “So your father locking you up doesn’t make you crazy, it just makes him a douche.”

I scrunch up my face into a goofy, sardonic expression and tap my finger to my nose.

“Onstage you were a little wild,” he admits, “but not out of control. You haven’t given in to one crazy impulse all night.”

“I got on the back of your bike, didn’t I?”

“That was spontaneous, not impulsive. There’s a difference.” He fakes a yawn. “You’re so sane you’re almost boring.”

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I scoff and glance back out at the ocean. “You want me to give in to my impulses?”

“Yes.” Ash’s lips curl into a sexy little smile. “I’d like to see that.”

I get up and the world wobbles under my feet. I’m restless and edgy. I can’t stay still. Standing before him, I slide out of my jacket and slowly pull off my shirt. “You have no idea how impulsive I can be.” My fingers fumble with the buttons of my jeans, but it doesn’t take long before they’re in a pile on the sand. Ash’s smile grows slowly. I see everything he wants to do to me in the glimmer in his eyes. I see the quiet twitch of his fingers as he plots their course. I take a deep breath and manage to hold myself still as he reaches out and runs his hand up my inner thigh. The warmth of his touch feels utterly incongruous with the cold of the night. “You sure you want me to get a little crazy, Ash?” I ask quietly.

“Yes,” he says, his voice hoarse, needing.

“Alright then, just remember” — I lean over and gently kiss his lips — “you asked for it.”

About the author: Kyra Davis is The New York Times bestselling author of Just One Night, Just Once More, the Pure Sin series, the critically acclaimed Sophie Katz mystery series and the novel So Much for My Happy Ending. Now a full-time author and television writer, Kyra lives in the Los Angeles area with her son, their leopard gecko and their lovably quirky Labrador, Sophie Dogz. To learn more, visit KyraDavis.com or follow her on Twitter, @_KyraDavis.

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