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We started working on our home works together, it was very easy not difficult at all. When we finished I gathered my stuff and started walking, heading out of his room he was walking behind me, he didn’t say much, and I hoped he would say anything, however he didn’t, he only closed the door behind me. I don't know what's going on with me? Why every time he's so close I got this weird feeling? I honestly don’t know, it’s something about...his black eyes...his lips every time he smiles... what?!!! Oh boy!! Scarlett Willis!! Are you admiring your enemy?

"I didn't know it was you either; I only found out when I looked at the photo my mom sent me earlier today. "Don't worry about the rumors, I'll take care of all that." I felt like I was going to faint. There were times when this world really was too small. Clint strode purposefully over to the door, closing it after him with a bang. I looked at the cat still lounging languidly on my floor. It looked back at me. I hurried out the door to stop Clint, but he was nowhere to be seen. I could hear the sound of his car's engine in the distance.

My plan was simple: Live like a slacker until Travis became a rich, successful CEO. Then sit back and enjoy life as a pampered young lady. During my major course, I was hiding in the back row scrolling on my phone when the original Jennie’s best friend, Linda Lander, texted me and asked if I wanted to join a mixer party. That’s when I remembered. In the original novel, this was the scene where Nancy flirted with three high-quality male leads at a bar. It caused a ripple across the entire storyline.

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To my biggest surprise, I saw Patrick heading to the car with the mystery man. It was very hard for me to believe. I thought my eyes were leading me astray. Patrick leads the mystery man to the car without a gun. I maintained my emotions and remained seated in the car while pretending that everything was good. But inside dwells thousands of questions that can only be answered by Patrick. “Good day, sir,” The mystery man greeted me. I forced myself to respond while narrowing my gaze at Patrick. I was waiting for an explanation “This is Nicole, my cousin. He's been out of the country for a while. I didn't even know when he got back,” Patrick did the brief introduction.

It was already past midnight when I returned to the hotel. Gazing out at the glittering skyline of the city's central business district, I realized I did not want to go back to where Max was. Without hesitation, I grabbed my phone and rescheduled my flight—to a private island this time. After treating myself to a spa session, I fell into a peaceful sleep. Max had not tried to contact me all night. The next morning at the airport, my phone started buzzing frantically. I glanced at it once and declined the call, but he kept calling until I finally put my phone on silent.

Before he could finish, a car sped in from the side, closing the distance in an instant. Bang—!

They ended up in Sophia's room. Slamming the door shut, Julian's strong arms lifted her, and her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips. Her hands stayed around his neck as she pulled him in for a kiss, craving to be as close as possible, desperate for the friction that would satisfy the burning urge inside her. Their lips collided, hungry and desperate. They succumbed to the fire between them, losing themselves in the fog of desire.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

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