As always with early excerpts, what follows is subject to change. Here's the book description, followed by an excerpt from LAYOVER RULES.
From
the New York Times bestselling author
of FADE….
Blair
Dyson found her dream man—the sexy, wealthy and powerful Trevor Baker—a
real-life version of all the alpha males she read about in countless romance
novels.
But
the relationship is nothing like those books led her to believe it would be,
and now she wants out. A stunning discovery of one of Trevor’s secrets gives
her the push she needs to make the final break.
Free
of Trevor, she vows to focus on her rapidly advancing career and to put men to
the side for a while.
Then
Sam Vonn, an acquaintance from Blair’s past, enters her life again, just at the
wrong time.
Or
could it be the right time? A casual arrangement with Sam might be exactly what
Blair needs as she reclaims her life.
Before
long, she finds keeping things casual with Sam more complicated than she expected,
and erasing Trevor from her life more difficult than she hoped.
EXCERPT:
I was
exhausted by the time our flight from Atlanta landed in New York. It wasn’t too
late in the evening, but I was always tired after a trip. That’s also why I
didn’t eat much, despite Trevor’s encouragement. I took a few bites of the
potatoes, but that was all I could manage.
Later,
after taking a shower and getting ready for bed, I didn’t see Trevor anywhere
so I walked out of the bedroom, looking for him in the den, the kitchen, and
finally finding him in his home office.
The
door was open just a sliver, which was more than it usually was. I rarely, if ever, went in there. Actually, I think I smelled it more than I saw it. The room had that new house smell, the kind that comes from the carpeting and the paint. Trevor's office also had the scent of expensive leather.
His desk faced the window so he would have a view of the city skyline -- I guess so he could sit there and dream of one day owning the entire city. Looking in from the doorway, I could only see the chair and the back of his head. He would
almost always turn around, either having heard me or caught my reflection in
the window.
But I
didn’t get that far this time. I stopped before my hand could even touch the
door.
I
could hear Trevor’s voice. He sounded angry, frustrated, and anxious.
“Let
these fuckers roll the dice and try it. I’ve got enough money to fight it.”
There
was silence as Trevor listened to the person on the other end of the line
talking.
“Fuck.”
More
silence.
“How
long before this gets out?”
What
the hell could he be talking about? I wished he had the other person on
speaker. My curiosity piqued, I was holding my breath to stay as quiet as I
could so I could hear everything.
“How
did…you know what? Let’s not talk about this on the phone. I’ll come and see
you in the morning…Right…Okay, see you then…I will.”
I
heard the beep as he ended the call.
I
stood there for a moment, debating whether to go into his office or back to the
bedroom.
“Fuck,”
he said, again, and I looked into the room. He had his head in his hands,
looking down at the desk.
I
didn’t want him to know that I had overheard anything. I’d caught snippets of
many stressful conversations coming from that office before, but there was
something different in Trevor’s voice this time. This wasn’t just anger. It was
fear.
I
softly walked across the hardwood floors back to the bedroom, got into bed, and
waited. And waited. And waited. The last time I looked at the clock, it was
just after 1 a.m. I’m not sure what time I fell asleep.
When I
woke up in the morning, Trevor wasn’t in our bed. He was still in his office,
in the same position, but sleeping. Having had my own troubled sleep, I figured
Trevor had had an even later night, and certainly more stressful from what I’d
heard, so I didn’t wake him.
I went
through my morning routine, getting ready for work. I rushed through my shower,
dried my hair, put on my make-up, and dressed in the clothes I’d picked out the
night before.
Before
I left, I looked in the office and he was still in the same position—sitting in
the chair, slumped over, head resting on his arms on the desk.
Fear
struck me. Had something terrible happened? So awful that he would commit
suicide?
As
quietly as I could, I crept into the office, got about five feet away from him,
and finally saw him breathing. He stirred, repositioned his head on his folded
arms, and resumed shallow breaths.
I
left.
LAYOVER RULES will be available May 2, 2013