had no fucking clue what letters from what alphabet that spelled out.
I’d decided I wouldn’t go back again. I didn’t need her kind of distraction in my life—I had enough shit going on as it was. My odd fascination was just an anomaly that would go away with time.
I’d been telling myself that for two goddamn months.
Hoping I’d shake it, shake her.
No dice.
She’d pop into my head at the most inconvenient of times. Like when I was working out. Or when I was around my family and saw my brothers living out their own happily-ever-afters. Or when I was trying to get my cock between another woman’s legs.
I hadn’t been able to seal the deal with anyone since the first night I saw her.
This is getting fucking ridiculous.
Jab. Cross. Uppercut.
Cross. Hook. Straight Kick.
Her.
Jab. Jab. Jab. Jab. Jab. JAB.
“Uh, excuse me?”
The feminine voice barely cut through the adrenaline pumping inside my veins and echoing loudly in my ears. I dropped my fists and caught the swaying punching bag that I’d sent rocking on its chains.
Without turning around, I began unwrapping the tape around my knuckles. “Gym’s closed. Talk to the front desk tomorrow about starting a membership. They’ll hook you up with a trainer, too, if you need.”
I always had members and non-members approaching me, either wanting me to train them in the ring—or cage—or asking for autographs. I’d started working out only at night after the gym closed just so I could get through an entire routine without being interrupted.
“No, um, I have a food delivery. For a, uh…” The sound of crinkling paper reached my ears. “Luka Rossetti?”
Oh, right.
One of the trainers who worked for me had recommended a new Mexican place a few blocks away. After skipping lunch, I’d decided to order a late dinner, but wasn’t so hungry anymore.
“Right, yeah,” I mumbled, turning around. “Let me go get my wallet.”
I lifted my head and locked eyes with—
Her.
The sensual dancer. The observant waitress. The sweet joke-teller.
I froze.
Was this really happening? Had I pictured her in my mind so many times that I’d managed to make her materialize right in front of me?
Her eyes widened in recognition.
Yeah, she knew who I was. It may have been dark in that private room, but she’d seen enough of my face. And judging by the way her breaths started coming faster, I’d say she remembered exactly how hard I was when she’d been grinding her plump little ass against my lap.
I lied.
I was very hungry. Starving, actually.
The paper bag in her hand hit the floor.
“You…” she breathed.
Fucking me, baby girl.
And you and I have some unfinished business.
Stay tuned for more updates and teasers from Glitter and Greed (Brooklyn Brothers #4), coming soon!
As always, to my husband Sean, I probably never would have started writing if it wasn’t for you. You’ve supported and encouraged me from day one, and made me believe that I could accomplish great things. YOU make my dreams possible. Thank you for that, and for every other beautiful thing you bring to my life.
To all of my readers, those who have been with me from the beginning and those who are brand new, THANK YOU times infinity. I cannot begin to tell you how much it means to me to hear how much you love our possessive, jealous, demanding Brooklyn Brothers! These men represent so much of what I love most in an alpha male. It makes my heart swell SO big when readers take the time to message me personally about how much they’ve enjoyed these brothers’ stories. Your feedback over the years has been amazing, and your support has been overwhelming. I know that if you guys aren’t happy, I’m not happy, so I always want to hear from you. Thank you so much for hopping on this rollercoaster with me, and for sticking with me throughout my journey! I so so soooo appreciate all of your love!
Melanie grew up in a small town in rural Missouri. After marrying her husband, she decided she wanted to try coastal life because why not? A few months later, they moved to North Carolina where she discovered her passion for writing, and they never looked back. They are now enjoying life with their beautiful daughter in Savannah, GA and loving every minute with their little Georgia peach.
Melanie’s other passion is traveling and seeing the world. With anthropology degrees under their belts, she and her husband have made it their goal in life to see as many archaeological sites around the world as possible.
She has a horrible food addiction to pasta and candy (not together…ew). And she gets sad when her wine rack is empty.
At the end of the day, she is a true romantic at heart. She loves writing the cheesy and corny of romantic comedies, and the sassy and sexy of suspense. She aims to make her readers swoon, laugh out loud, maybe sweat a little, and above all, fall in love.