Everyone in Sandy Cove knows that Willow Taylor and Max Vincent are like oil and
water. They live to torment one another and if they survive being in the same room together, it’s nothing short of a miracle. Sure, Willow is rich, blonde and beautiful and Max is an achingly hot and talented up and coming rock star—but that just makes it easier for them to hate one another!
Until one night. One drunken night. It was just supposed to be a night of celebration after each of their best friends’, Harlow and Cruz, were reunited. But a few hours of civility leads to one night of unbridled, earth-shattering, cataclysmic sex. It doesn’t help that the details are sketchy in their minds because the off-the-charts after effects still linger. One thing is clear…that night changed everything.
From that moment on, sabotaging each other’s hook-ups was their primary goal until a truce is made. A pact. No strings attached, no feelings, just more of what their bodies crave whenever they see one another. They both get what they want and no one gets hurt.
Until someone does. Until love and tragedy gets in the way. The heat between Willow and Max is undeniable but will that spark of desire be enough to sustain them through the pain and heartache that threatens them?
Excerpt From Max-
Stumbling In-The Shore Series Book 3
I go to her and place my hand on her shoulder, and she turns around and I’m faced with the most unexpected thing that I think has ever happened. Willow turns around and grabs handfuls of my shirt and pulls me to her soft, wanting lips. She kisses me, and it’s just not a kiss that breathes lust but it breathes the fire of passion, of meaning. It makes my hair stand on end and leaves the skin beneath electrified. The soft motion of her mouth with mine, the scent of her hair and the taste of her tongue dancing inside my mouth, spins me into oblivion. There’s more to this kiss. I feel it in my bones. I feel it in my soul. She kisses me like we are music. We are the rhythm joining together with the notes and the melody. I grasp the back of her head and thread my fingers in her hair softly. I deepen the kiss and I reach the point where I swim in this moment so deep that I don’t want to come to the surface… and that’s when she pulls away and I know I’m fucked.
I’m so fucking fucked.
She holds her lips with her long, slender fingers. Her eyes find mine and I’m still lost in whatever that was. I can’t even ask her because I can’t even speak. It wasn’t the normal wanton kiss that happens between us when we just use each other. No, oh no, this was something else.
“Willow…” She holds up her hand to stop me.
“Let’s just leave it at that, Max.”
I walk past her slowly as I hear the relentlessness of the bus’s horn and slide open the door to her room. I turn around and she’s already back to leaning on the rail. Her body turned to the calm waters. The sun shines down on her bare, bronzed shoulders and the wind picks up and blows her hair around again. It’s the last time I’ll see her in person for a while and after that kiss, my head and something else right at this very moment doesn’t want it to be the last time. It’s not the right time to analyze what that kiss was. Maybe it was a goodbye kiss. A proper send off. The end of whatever we were to each other. Was it a blessing for me to go and see where it goes with Cora? What was that? I’ll tell you what it was. The unexpected.
“I’ll miss you, Willow.” Not being so sure she can hear me, I say it as I walk out the door. I leave her with my brain consisting of mush and my lips already feeling some sort of loss.
Most of all… a lot to think about.
Giving In and Always In, I loved Willow Taylor. She was the snarky and loyal best friend to Harlow, and outwardly she didn't give a hoot what anyone thought of her. By the end of Chapter 1 in Stumbling In, I didn't like her at all. In face, I might have hated her a little bit. I thought that she was a spoiled, bitchy wench with a superiority complex. I hated the way she referred to Max in her mind, particularly her checklist of why she hated him, and I really despised the way that she responded to Harlow and Cruz reuniting.
The further the story went along, the more I thought that she just hadn't found anything in life that made her want to be a better or more mature person. She hadn't experienced loss or rejection in her life. Without either of those experiences, a person is bound to have a chip on their shoulder the size of Texas.
Max on the other hand had experienced both. When he was young, his mother took off, leaving his father to raise him. His father seemed to want the best for him, but didn't understand that what was best for him was more than power and financially security. He needed the fulfillment of his music.
Without even really realizing it, Max and Willow find their stride in their friendship. They learn that there is truth to "opposites attracting", and that even though they are opposites on the surface, when they let themselves relax, they have a lot more in common than they would have ever thought. Eventually, Willow even becomes not only Max's number 1 fan, but his biggest supporter, too. Through her father, she helps Max and his band gain a spot on a summer tour. Unfortunately for her, he loves as soon as she realizes that she might be in love with him. And she never steps up to tell him the truth.
But, if there's one thing that M.R. Joseph is famous for, it's pulling the rug out from under you. Once again, I was silly enough to believe that my suspicions in the beginning were unfounded and I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. The happily ever after without the grief. I mean, I only had 30% of the book left for Heaven's sake. And then it happened. SLASH! She took me out at the knees! SLICE! While I lay there helpless to defend myself, she took a machete to my heart! And the whole time I sat in my dining room crying like a child who's lost their favorite teddy bear, I remembered her words. I had shared my suspicions for Willow's fate, and rather than "oh no, don't worry, your heart is safe and so is her's", I got a sassy little "oh, you know me *winky face*". Ok, so she actually sent the emoticon, but I think typing it out has more affect in this situation.
But, the best part is that it all worked out in the end. Max and Willow not only found their happy endings with each other, but with their families and friends as well. Once again, M.R. Joseph delivered me a wonderful story with growth and heartache and laughter, everything that makes my heart and mind happy with a story.
I'm a book nerd turned writer who loves the 'Happily Ever After' mixed with a bit of suspense, drama, and the occasional cliffhanger! My love of books started me on my writing journey. I began writing my first book in July 2012 and since that time I have created 2 series. The first series 'The Reunion Series' debuted in November 2012 and two books followed. My new series 'The Shore Series" debuted in March 2014 and claimed Best Selling status shortly after the release of the first book. There will be 6 Shore Series books in all. I’m also the author of the Romantic Comedy, 39 & Holding. I live in Philadelphia with my adoringly handsome husband, and pretty cute kids if I may say so myself. You can always find me with the Kindle glued to my hands or in my car with the music turned up while
embarrassing my children with my mad car dancing skills.
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