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COMING JULY 2020, PROS & CONS OF BETRAYAL. (PROS & CONS #4)

FIVE JOBS. FIVE CHANCES FOR REDEMPTION.

One thing’s for sure: these men are no angels.

Ready or not, it’s time for job #4, and this time, it’s personal.

My name is Carson Grieves. I’m a con artist with a trunk full of disguises and more layers than an onion. Anything I’ve ever told you about my life was probably a lie.

Fifteen years ago, my world crumbled. Charlie Bingham saved my life, and now from beyond the grave the bastard is making me do the one thing I swore I would never do.

Go home.

To do the job, I’m going to have to exhume the corpses of my past betrayals to take down a corrupt businessman and make peace with the only boy I ever loved. The boy whose life I ruined. But the boy is a man now and though he’s blind he still sees the real me like no one ever has.

Maybe Charlie is right and I can have a second chance at love. But even if we do find forgiveness for mistakes we both made in the past, will he ever forgive me for the worse betrayal to come?

 

 

 

Pros & Cons of Betrayal Exclusive Excerpt

I wanted to talk to Eric.

I wanted to see him. Touch him. It was all I could think about.

How could it be that seeing him still affect me that way? It was ridiculous. Sure, it had been a while since I’d gotten laid, but it had never been a huge part of my life anyway. Relationships were more trouble than they were worth and sex was fine, but it always seemed to complicate things.

And sure, he was still gorgeous, but I was surrounded by good-looking men. Hell, Davis should have been a model and the twins could be Instagram famous in a heartbeat if they posted some even slightly inappropriate photos.

Of course, Eric had only gotten more gorgeous actually now that he was an adult. His body was strong and broad. The blond stubble outlined his square jaw and set off his full pink lips. And his hands were still big and strong. I’d loved how they’d felt on my skin. The first time he’d wrapped them around my cock, I’d come almost instantly. We’d both be shocked. I was mortified. He’d laughed, said cool and jerked me until I was hard again. I was sixteen. It hadn’t taken that long.

I was glad he couldn’t see what I looked like. Being average looking and forgettable was an asset in my line of work, but I didn’t want Eric to forget me again.

I really wanted to see him. I’d thought my obsession with him, that overwhelming feeling of love and lust, had been just been the rush of young love. Of first love. At least, I’d never felt anything like it before or since, so I assumed that what it was.

Then why couldn’t I stop thinking about him now? Why was my brain replaying every single time we’d ever kissed? Every shared, scorching look across the living room under the unknowing eyes of our parents. Bodies and brains on fire with the idea of being so close but unable to touch.

Don’t trust him, Leo had said. We don’t know how deep in this he is.

Damn him for being right.

Now my brain had caught up with my heart and was insisting we needed to find out how, if at all, Eric was involved with Bob’s business before I could figure out what I could say to him.

Pulling myself together, and placing my mind squarely in the here and now, I turned the television on and pulled my laptop out, setting it up on the table. I had work to do. I doubted Eric was sitting at home rehashing our sad, childish affair. He was probably laughing with Bob over how sad I was. Or more likely, they weren’t thinking about me at all.

My phone vibrated with an incoming text, interrupting my very important brooding and staring at the ceiling. I ignored it. There was a second buzz and then a third hard on its heels. Fine. With a sigh over the injustice of it all, I looked at the phone.

The message was from an unknown number with an area code I didn’t immediately recognize. We need to talk. Ominous and cryptic. Just what I wanted.

Message number two cleared it up. It’s Eric. This is my number. Obviously.

Maybe he was thinking about me.

Message number three read. Call me. Please.

Oh, goody, just what I needed, more guilt. He probably wanted to yell at me and punch me. Maybe I should let him. No sense in postponing the inevitable. The phone buzzed again as I was saving his number in my contacts.

I know you’re brooding, Carly. Stop being so fucking dramatic and text me back.

A small laugh escaped me. I shook my head and sat up on the edge of the bed, staring at the phone in my hand. Fuck you, Tiny, I texted back before my brain could spend an hour searching for the hidden meanings and passive-aggressiveness in his text, trying to figure what angle he was working.

There would be no angle.

Eric had always been direct, painfully so, in his communication. He said what he meant and meant what he said. Something I hadn’t realized I’d missed until right now. Mentally rolling my eyes at myself, I added a smiley face to the end of my words so he wouldn’t think I was angry with him.

He texted back right away. Do you want to go for a drive?

 

 

A dreamer and an idealist, Amy writes about people finding connection in a world that can seem lonely and magic in a world that can seem all too mundane. She invites readers into her characters’ lives and worlds when they are their most vulnerable, their most human, living with the same hopes and fears we all have. An avid traveler who has lived in big cities and small towns in four different continents, Amy has found that time and distance are no barriers to love. She invites her readers to reach out and share how her characters have touched their lives or how the found families they have gathered around them have shaped their worlds.

Born on Long Island, NY, Amy has lived in Los Angeles, London, and Bangkok. She currently lives on the road in a Town & Country minivan. Honk if you see her!

 

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