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Book One in the Collide Series



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About The Book

From the New York Times bestselling indie author comes the first of two sexy contemporary romances about a woman torn between her seemingly perfect boyfriend and a dark, mysterious stranger—who will stop at nothing to have her.

Her mind tried to fight a bloody battle against what her body already knew. She wanted him, and she wanted him badly.

On the heels of her college graduation and the unexpected death of her mother, Emily Cooper moves to New York City to join her boyfriend for a fresh start. Dillon Parker has been sweet, thoughtful, and generous through Emily’s loss, and she can’t imagine her life without him—even as her inner voice tells her to go slow.

Then she meets Gavin Blake. A rich and notorious playboy, Gavin is dangerously sexy and charming as hell. Their first encounter is brief, but it’s enough to inflame Emily’s senses. When their paths cross again through an unexpected mutual acquaintance, she tries to deny the connection she feels, but Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome won’t let go so easily.

As she discovers Gavin’s pain-filled past, and Dillon’s true nature begins to surface, Emily knows she must take action or risk destroying everyone—including herself. But how can she choose when she can’t trust her own heart?



Chapter One

Chance Encounters

She calculated the flight from Colorado to New York at three hours and forty-five minutes, after which she knew her life would be forever changed—more so than it already had. Gripping the sides of the seat, palms sweaty, Emily Cooper closed her eyes as the engines prepared for takeoff. She had never been fond of flying; in fact, it scared the living shit out of her. Though she remembered times when the torture of being thirty thousand feet in the air was actually worthwhile: the first time she left home for college, an escape to a tropical island, or a visit to see her beloved family. However, this trip held no enjoyment—it held only feelings of loss and grief.

Looking at her was one of the reasons she still woke up every day—her boyfriend, Dillon. She could tell he noticed the look on her face was filled with the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

As he held her hand, Dillon leaned over and stroked a piece of hair away from her face. “Everything’s going to be all right, Em,” he whispered. “Before you know it, we’ll be on the ground again.”

She forced a smile and hesitantly turned, watching the snowcapped mountains disappear beneath the clouds. Her heart sank further as she inwardly said good-bye to the only true home she had ever known. She rested her head against the window and let her mind drift over the past several months.

In late October of her senior year in college, she received the call. Until that moment, life had seemed . . . good. Dillon had come into her world the month before, her grades were where they should be, and her roommate, Olivia Martin, had turned out to be one of the closest friends she would ever have. Picking up the phone that day, she never expected the news she received.

“The tests came back, Emily,” her older sister, Lisa, had said. “Mom has stage-four breast cancer.”

With those last six words, life as Emily knew it would never be the same. Not even close. Her rock, the woman whom she adored most in her life, and the only parent she had ever known had less than three months to live. She could never have prepared for what followed. Long weekend trips from The Ohio State University to Colorado to aid in her mother’s last few months became Emily’s norm. She watched her mother wither away from the strong, vibrant soul she had once been to the weak, unrecognizable woman she became before she died.

With sudden turbulence jolting her nerves, Emily gripped Dillon’s hand and looked over at him. He gave her a quick smile and nod, essentially letting her know they were fine. Resting her head against his warm shoulder, she started to think about the role he had played through everything: countless flights from New York to Colorado to be with her, beautiful gifts he sent to take her mind off the madness that consumed her life, late-night calls talking with her to make sure she was okay. Even down to arranging the funeral, giving her advice on selling her childhood home, and ultimately moving her out to New York. It was all part of why she adored him.

As the plane descended into New York’s LaGuardia Airport, Dillon looked at Emily while her hand was white-knuckling his. He gave a light chuckle and leaned over to kiss her. “See, that wasn’t so bad,” he said, stroking her cheek. “You’re now officially a New Yorker, babe.”

After what seemed like forever navigating their way through the airport, Dillon hailed a taxi, and they made their way to the apartment Emily would share with Olivia. That had become a sore topic with Dillon. When he and Emily had spoken about the move, it was his wish to have her live with him. Emily thought it was best, at least for the time being, that she move in with Olivia. Making the trek across the country was a hard enough adjustment by itself, and she didn’t want to add more pressure to her situation. Even though she loved Dillon—and she loved him something fierce—a tiny voice in her head told her to wait. Living together would come further down the line for them. He eventually gave in but not without putting up a decent fight.

Once they arrived, Emily stepped out of the taxi. The sounds and sights of the city immediately hit her. Car alarms blaring, brakes grinding, and sirens wailing shattered through the air. People talking and yelling, their footsteps pounding against the busy concrete sidewalks, and the frantic flow of tightly packed cars consisting of a sea of yellow taxis were unlike anything she had ever seen or heard before. Steam billowing from manholes looked like ghosts floating up from the hot pavement.

The sprawling trees and clear lakes in Colorado were now being replaced by steel and concrete, loud noises, and a clusterfuck of traffic. This was definitely something she would have to get used to. Drawing in a deep breath, Emily followed Dillon into the building. The doorman tipped his hat and buzzed Olivia, letting her know they were there. They made their way up to the fifteenth floor, thankful for the elevator.

When they entered the apartment, Olivia let out a high-pitched squeal. She raced over and gave Emily a hug. “I’m so happy you’re here!” Olivia said, cupping her hands over Emily’s cheeks. “How was the flight?”

“I got through it without needing any drugs or alcohol.” Emily smiled. “So I would say it went well.”

“She was fine.” Dillon walked over and snaked his arm around Emily’s waist. “I wouldn’t have let anything happen to her anyways.”

Rolling her brown eyes in Dillon’s direction, Olivia crossed her arms. “Right, because you’d be able to stop a plane from crashing, Dill Pickle. I mean—Dillon.”

Dillon shot Olivia a hard look and placed Emily’s luggage on the floor. “That’s right, Oliver Twist. I’m fucking Superman, so don’t forget it.”

Emily sighed. “It’s been a while since I’ve been around you both at the same time. I forgot how fond you two are of one another.”

Olivia smirked and reached for Emily’s hand. “Come on, I’ll show you around the place.” Pulling Emily down the hall, Olivia turned around to Dillon. “Make yourself useful and unpack her belongings or something, Donkey Dick Kong.”

Ignoring Olivia, Dillon sank onto the couch and flipped on the television.

“Oh my God, Olivia,” Emily giggled, following behind her. “Where the hell do you think up these names for him?”

“Pfft.” Olivia waved a dismissive hand. “He makes it easy.”

“Well, you both are going to drive me nuts now. I can feel it.”

“I make no promises, but I’ll try my best to refrain from doing so, friend.”

As Olivia gave the grand tour, Emily noticed the sleek, modern apartment included two bedrooms and two bathrooms. Although modest in size, the kitchen held white antique cabinetry, granite countertops, and stainless steel appliances. A large window in the living room paraded the direction of Columbus Avenue, a nice area in New York’s Upper West Side. The apartment was breathtakingly beautiful, and without Olivia, Emily could never have afforded it—at least, not without Dillon’s help. Although Olivia worked and took care of herself, she came from a well-to-do family, so money was never a problem. Despite growing up on Long Island’s North Shore, Olivia and her brother, Trevor, were two of the most down-to-earth people Emily had ever met.

After helping Emily settle in, Dillon left, letting Emily know he would be back later that evening. Promptly grabbing a bottle of red wine and two glasses, Olivia dragged Emily to the couch.

Tossing her champagne-blonde hair to the side, Olivia gave Emily a bittersweet smile. “I know you’ve been through a ton, but I’m really happy you’re here.”

Emily’s smile matched Olivia’s. Her emotions were divided between sadness about the circumstances landing her in New York and happiness from taking a huge leap in her relationship with Dillon by moving out there—even if she wasn’t living with him. She took a sip of wine and propped her feet on the ottoman. “I’m happy, too, friend.”

Olivia wore a curious expression. “Did Dick give you any more hell about the living arrangements?”

“No, he didn’t,” she remarked, “but he definitely wants me to move into a place with him by the end of the summer.”

“Well, you tell him he’s going to have to fight me off during that battle.” She huffed. Shaking her head, Emily laughed at Olivia’s statement. “I’m serious, Em. He needs to give you some space right now with this move.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere for a while.” Emily glanced around the apartment. Her eyes rested on the stacks of moving boxes in the corner. “I’m really not looking forward to that.” She gestured toward them with her head.

“I don’t have to work tomorrow,” Olivia replied, pouring her second glass of wine. “We’ll do it then. For now, let’s just relax a bit.”

Over the next few hours, that’s exactly what they did: relaxed. No talks of cancer. No talks of death. No talks of life’s expectations. Just two close friends sharing a bottle of wine in their apartment as one began a new chapter in her book of life.


Two weeks later, Emily stood in front of an Italian restaurant located in Midtown Manhattan. She pushed the door open to what would be her new job for the summer. She scanned the place for the man who’d hired her a few days before: Antonio D’Dinato, a native New Yorker in his late twenties.

“There you are, Emily.” Antonio smiled as he approached. “Are you ready for your first day?”

Smiling, she took in his dark, shoulder-length hair. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“A little overwhelming for a Colorado country girl, but I’m sure you’ll fit right in.”

She followed him into the kitchen, where he introduced her to the cooks on the line. Each had a friendly smile, but Emily knew, from waitressing her way through college, that their friendliness would soon come to an end. Eventually, they would yell at her to pick up her orders from the window, and no doubt their faces would be less jovial. She threw on her black apron while Antonio directed her to a waitress around her age. With a smile on her face, Emily studied the other waitress’s hair. It was a rainbow fest of every color imaginable streaking through an overlay of bleached blonde.

“Hi, I’m Emily.” Emily smiled as she approached her. “Antonio said I’m shadowing you today.”

The girl returned the smile and handed Emily an order book and a pen. “So you’re the new cat on the block, huh? I’m Fallon; it’s nice to meet you.”

“Yep, the new cat. It’s nice to meet you, too.”

“Well, have no worries. I think I started working here straight out of the birth canal.” Her laughing gray eyes were wide. “I’ll show you the ropes, and before you know it, you’ll be able to run around here with a blindfold on.”

“Sounds good to me.” Emily laughed.

“I heard you’re from Colorado?”

“Yes, Fort Collins, actually.”

“You drink?” Fallon asked, offering her a cup of coffee.

“One of my addictions.” Emily took the cup. “Thank you. Have you lived in New York your whole life?”

“Born and raised.” Fallon sat at the coffee bar, gesturing for Emily to join her. “It’s early yet. The rush will start within an hour or so.”

Emily sat next to her and sipped her coffee. She glanced around the restaurant, watching the busboys set up the tables. Antonio spoke to them in what Emily assumed was Spanish. His voice rose anxiously as he motioned out to the streets of New York.

“So what brings you across the country to the city that never sleeps?” Fallon asked. “Are you an actress or a model? Which is it?”

“Nah, neither,” she replied, trying to ignore the pain anchoring itself in her chest. The fresh wound still felt as if salt had been sprinkled over it. “My, uh, mother passed away in January. There was really no reason to stay out there after she died.”

Fallon’s face softened. “I’m sorry to hear that. Death definitely fucking sucks, that’s for sure. My dad died a few years ago from a heart attack, so I know how you feel.” Fallon sighed and looked away for a moment. “No matter what age, race, or economic status we hold, death touches us all at one time or another.”

Emily found her comment wise beyond her age, but then again, she knew death seemed to bring out a completely different way of looking at life once someone was gone. “It does. I’m sorry to hear about your dad.”

“Thanks. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him.” Fallon paused. “What about your dad? Did he move out here with you?”

Another sore topic, but sore topics had become plentiful and unavoidable. “Nope. I haven’t had any contact with him or his family since I was five. I really don’t remember him.”

“I’m batting zero here with you,” Fallon joked. “Sorry. Maybe I should ask about puppies or something?”

Shaking her head, Emily smiled. “Don’t worry about it. It’s cool. Besides, I don’t have any puppies, so that would be a dead end.”

“Neither do I. They’re cute, but I don’t do the shitting all over the place that well.” Fallon laughed, tossing her hair into a ponytail. “So what made you come to New York specifically? Do you have any other family here?”

“Not here. I have an older sister in California.” Emily sipped her coffee. “But my boyfriend, Dillon, lives here. We started dating during my last year of college.”

Fallon smiled. “College sweethearts, huh?”

“No, actually, he was already living here when we met. My roommate’s brother visited her one weekend, and Dillon went with him.”

“Isn’t it amazing—the paths that bring people together?” Fallon stared into Emily’s eyes. “I mean, had your Dillon not taken the trip with your roommate’s brother, you two would’ve never met. Life is all kinds of weird like that.”

Emily knew she instantly liked Fallon. “I totally agree. Fate and the roads that get placed in front of us. It’s like one huge puzzle that ultimately fits in the end.”

“Exactly.” Fallon smiled. “So, what did you study in school?”

“I graduated with a teaching degree. I’ve started to put out some résumés, hoping to land something for this fall.”

Fallon frowned, her lip ring shimmering in the light. “So you’ll be leaving us by the end of the summer?”

“Nah, I’ll probably work part-time then.”

“Cool beans.” She stood, her tall, lengthy frame towering over Emily’s. “So, do you club?”

Emily wrinkled her brows. “Club?”

“Yeah, go out clubbing,” Fallon replied, shaking her hips from side to side.

“Oh, you mean dancing.” Emily laughed. “Yes, in Colorado I did, but I have yet to do it here.”

“Killer. I love breaking in newbies to the club scene.”

“Well, I’m down for getting broken in. Let me know when.”

“I will. I’m dating this guy in his forties, and he gets me into some of New York’s hottest clubs with no cover charge at all.”

Emily nodded and sipped her coffee.

“The sex is just a bonus,” Fallon added.

Emily nearly choked on said coffee. “Oh, that would definitely be a bonus for sure.”

“Yeah, that’s what I figured.” She smiled. “Okay, new girl, let’s get going.”

Throughout the day, Emily followed Fallon. She showed her how to use the computer and introduced her to quite a few of the restaurant’s regulars. They varied from upscale business-suit types to your “Average Joe” construction worker. A heavy lunch rush came around noon, and one of the waiters called in sick, so Emily took a few tables. Even though she wasn’t familiar with the menu and felt shaky on the computer, she made it through without any major problems. By the end of her shift, Fallon had Emily’s head buzzing with which guests tipped the best to which servers were the cutthroat types. For the most part, considering it was her first day, Emily thought it went well.

On her way out the door, Antonio stopped her with a to-go box. “Emily, my delivery boy quit,” he said, his eyes thick with worry. “Do you head toward the Chrysler Building?”

“I don’t, but it’s only a few blocks away, right?”

“Yeah, it’s right on Lexington and Forty-Second.”

“Do you need me to take that there?” Emily asked, pointing to the box.

“Yes, please.”

Emily shrugged. “Not a problem. I’ll walk it over and just take a cab home from there.”

“Thank you so much.” He handed her the box, sighing with relief. “I’ll throw a little extra cash into your pay next week.”

“No need, Antonio. I like sightseeing anyway.”

“Nah, nah, nah, I insist. We’ll see you tomorrow, Country.”

Laughing, Emily shook her head, amused at her new nickname. She rocked onto the rounded heels of her waitressing shoes and stepped out into the hot, humid air. June in New York was undoubtedly warmer than Colorado. She made her way through the city wide-eyed, still in awe that she lived there.

The air was thick with the bustle of traffic and the aromas from food vendors’ carts. She was adjusting to New York better than she had anticipated. From the subway vibrating underneath her feet to the mixed array of faces, everything about the city intoxicated her mind. It was sensory overload at its finest. Three short blocks later, quite sweaty from the walk, she arrived at her destination.


Though his father had told him stories about it, until that fateful afternoon, Gavin Blake believed love at first sight didn’t exist. He had the full attention of the blonde at the information desk, but his eyes locked on to Emily when she walked in. He took in the way she smiled at the security guard. Her beauty instantly hit him. But more so, he felt drawn to her as if a rope bound his waist and she was on the other end, pulling him to her. Blinking twice, he shook his head at the magnetic connection.

“Miss, can I help you with something?” the security guard asked her.

“Hi, I’m making a delivery,” Emily replied, glancing at the receipt. “Floor sixty-two.”

Before the security guard could answer, Gavin called out from across the lobby. “I can take her up, Larry.”

The receptionist, who had gained Gavin’s attention prior to Emily walking in, pouted her lips as he walked away.

Emily’s gaze slid over to where the voice came from. Her breath hitched at the sight of the tall, devastatingly beautiful man making his way toward her. She felt thrown off-kilter, as though her equilibrium had skewed itself all over the building. Her eyes raked across his inky black hair, cut short and styled in a slightly haphazard way. He had breathtakingly chiseled features; his mouth seemed to have been painstakingly carved to perfection by an expert sculptor. Her eyes flicked down to what appeared to be a toned body hidden beneath a gray three-piece suit. Trying to seem unbewildered by his insane male hotness, she turned her attention to the beefy-looking security guard.

“Are you sure, Mr. Blake? I can show her up.”

“I’m very sure, Larry. I was on my way up anyway.” Gavin turned to Emily. “Let me help you with that.” He gestured to the box.

His voice was as smooth as brandy and made Emily’s stomach flutter. She tried to find her words. “It’s all right, really. I’m okay holding it.”

“I insist.” Gavin smiled. “Besides, it’s an old Boy Scout thing.”

Forget about his piercing blue eyes or the charm bleeding from his pores; his dimpled smile alone had Emily instantly convinced that countless women dropped their panties for him on his command.


Reluctantly, she handed him the box and tried to play it cool. “Okay, well, since you put it that way, you’ve earned your merit badge for the good deed.”

“Why, thank you. It’s been a while since I’ve earned one.” He laughed. Turning in a leisurely pivot, he led the way to the elevators.

Emily followed and caught a glimpse of herself in the brushed-aluminum doors. She knew she looked like a sweaty mess just coming from work, and all she wanted to do was run away when the doors opened.

“After you,” Gavin said with a smile.

As Emily walked in, Gavin’s eyes devoured her silky auburn hair, which fell just above her waist. He had never favored a woman in a ponytail—nonetheless one who looked as though she had just been in a food fight—but in that moment, she was the most magnificent creature he’d ever laid eyes on. Between her heart-shaped face, petite Coke-bottle physique, and her perfume wafting around them, Gavin found it hard to catch a decent breath. Stepping in, he tried in vain to ignore his heightened awareness of her—but it was no use.

“Looks like Armando’s been replaced?” he said, pressing the button for the sixty-second floor.

Emily tried not to fidget as she met his gaze. Being so close to him only made her realize exactly how gorgeous he really was. He was a potent force in such a small, confined space. Her lips parted to accommodate her fast breathing. “Armando?”

“Yeah, Armando.” Gavin smirked, looking down at the box of food. “Bella Lucina. My office orders from there almost weekly. Armando’s usually the delivery boy.”

“Oh, of course, but I’m not the new delivery boy. I mean, I work there. Well, obviously, I do, since I have the uniform on, and obviously, I’m a girl, not a boy.” Emily cringed, knowing just how asinine she sounded. Drawing in a deep breath, she started over. “I waitress there. My boss asked me to drop off the food on my way home because the delivery boy quit.” She started to blush and wanted to drop dead right there. Literally. Drop. Dead. “Really, I can articulate complete sentences.”

“Long day at work? I can sympathize.” Gavin chuckled, studying her face. She had the greenest eyes he had ever seen and a tiny beauty mark perfectly positioned above her lip.

She smiled. “Yeah, a very long day at work.”

A ding sounded on the thirty-ninth floor. The doors opened and in walked a woman. She was as tall as Gavin in her black stiletto heels, wore a white business suit, and her crimson hair was twisted into a bun.

“Well, hello there, Mr. Blake,” she rasped, pressing the button for the forty-second floor. An alluring smile ran across her lips as she leaned toward Gavin’s ear. “I’m hoping we can pick up where we left off the last time I saw you.”

Gavin took an easy step back, his face smoothing into an unreadable impassivity. He simply nodded. The woman smiled and turned to face the elevator doors.

Gavin glanced at Emily again, embarrassed that a one-night stand was unexpectedly in the elevator with them. “So, have you worked at Bella Lucina for a while?”

Emily bit her lip and smiled. “No, today was my first day.”

“A new job. That can be stressful.” Gavin returned the smile, shifting on his feet. “I hope it went well.”

“It did, actually, thanks.”

When the elevator doors opened, the woman stepped out and turned to Gavin. “Call me.”

He gave a curt nod, and she walked away. The doors closed, leaving him and Emily alone again. “She’s not my girlfriend, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Emily shot him a look, bemused by his remark. “And who’s to say I was?”

Her unexpected, sexy feistiness prickled across his skin. He shrugged noncommittally, trying to get a feel for her. “And who’s to say you weren’t?”

“You don’t know me well enough to assume much of anything I’d be thinking,” she scoffed, a laugh escaping her lips.

“That you are correct about.” He smirked, sidestepping to be closer to her. “But I must admit, I’d like to get to know you.”

Great. He wasn’t just hot in his urbane, outrageously expensive suit. He was conceited, too. Emily blinked out of her semidaze, trying to ignore how enticing he smelled up close. “Well, I can’t. I’m sorry.” She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

Before he could respond, the elevator doors opened on the sixty-second floor.

“This is where I get off.” Emily turned to grab the box from him. “I appreciate your help carrying it up for me.”

“Not a problem. This is also where I get off.”

“You work on this floor?” Emily asked, noticeably confused.

Not wanting to tell her he owned the company located on that floor, he decided on a partial truth. A boyish grin slid across his mouth. “Yes. I’m the one guilty of placing the order.”

Emily’s eyes flicked to his luscious lips. “So you knew when I walked in that I was on my way up here?”

“I had a few minutes to spare. I was waiting downstairs in the lobby for you.” He flashed a smile. “Well, I was waiting downstairs in the lobby for Armando, but instead I was graced with the beautiful woman before me. I decided to be a gentleman and help you with the box.” He stepped out of the elevator, his stride strong and graceful. “Care to join me for dinner? There’s more than enough here for you.”

“I . . . I can’t. I’m sorry,” Emily replied, hitting the button for the lobby.

“Wait!” Gavin swiftly leaned in and held the door open. He’d come on too strong and felt like an asshole at that point, but he tried to recover as best as he could. “That was rude of me, and I apologize; my mother raised me better than that.” He tossed a nervous hand through his hair. “I’d love to take you out to dinner sometime. I know an office setting like this isn’t romantic by any means. I just work a lot. But like I said, I’d love to take you out one night.”

Before Emily could reply, a svelte dark-haired woman spoke up from behind a desk. “Mr. Blake, you have a call on line two.”

Smiling, he turned to face the woman. “Please take a message for me, Natalie.”

With trembling fingers, Emily quickly hit the button to close the door. It shut completely before Gavin could turn around. Leaning against the wall, she grabbed the brass railing, trying to compose herself. The effect the stranger had on her was unnerving. She shook her head, regretting that she’d agreed to drop off the food. Nonetheless, she made her way out of the building and went home.


“He was that good looking?” Olivia asked, sitting at the kitchen table.

Emily placed a finger over her mouth. “Jesus, Olivia, Dillon’s in my room. Keep your voice down.” Her eyes darted to her door and then back to Olivia. “Yes, he was that good looking. Take-your-breath-away good looking. Want-to-strip-your-body-naked-and-let-him-devour-you-alive good looking. Certified-eye-candy good looking.”

Olivia laughed and then quickly covered her mouth. “Sounds very fuckable,” she whispered. Emily nodded and giggled. “I think you need to take the delivery boy’s position instead.”

“I don’t know. It was just the strangest reaction I’ve ever had with someone. And talk about embarrassed at the way I handled myself. A preschooler would’ve done better.”

Smirking, Olivia took a sip from her glass of wine, her brown eyes sparkling. “It may make for some great sex tonight with Douche if you keep Mr. Tall, Dark, and Fuckable Handsome in mind.”

Emily lightly slapped her arm. “Stop. No more Mr. Tall, Dark, and Fuckable Handsome thoughts for me.” Emily took her hair out of her ponytail. “Besides, I love Dillon. Mr. Tall, Dark, and Fuckable Handsome will be a gift for some other woman, believe me.”

“Okay, okay.” Olivia laughed quietly. “But at least you know you have a backup.”

Before Emily could discuss her newfound fuckable eye candy any further, Dillon strolled in dressed in his finest suit and tie. Emily instantly forgot about the sexy stranger when her eyes feasted upon his dampened dirty blond hair and handsome face. To her, he was all the fuckable eye candy she needed.

“I thought we were hanging here tonight?” Emily asked, walking over and circling her arms around his waist. “I rented a movie.”

He placed his arms on her shoulders. It was easy enough for him since he was much taller than Emily’s tiny frame. “I’m having dinner with a potential client.” He sauntered over to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water. “It was an unexpected call. We’ll watch it another night.”

Emily frowned at his nonchalance. “How many unexpected dinners can you have in one week, Dillon?”

After letting out an audible sigh, Olivia pushed to her feet and made her way out of the room.

Dillon sighed. “You know it goes with the territory, Emily. I’m a stockbroker. I need to wine and dine a client a little in order to gain the account.”

“I get that, Dillon. I really do.” Emily walked into the kitchen and pressed her body against his. “But I’ve been here less than a month, and I’m constantly being left alone when you have these meetings.” She playfully pulled at his tie. “I saw you more when I was living in Colorado than I do now.”

He backed away, his brown eyes narrowing. “You sound like a whiny sorority girl.” He twisted the cap off the bottle of water and took a sip. “Just relax. I shouldn’t be back too late.”

A frown marred the space between her brows. “A whiny sorority girl? What’s that supposed to mean? Why did you even come here to shower, then?”

“I got the call after I got here, that’s why.”

“Maybe you need to go sleep at your place tonight.” She undid her apron and threw it on the table. “You’re out wining and dining these so-called clients at least five nights a week.”

His voice rose as he eyed her. “What are you trying to say, Emily? Do you think I’m lying to you?”

“I have no idea. I just thought you’d be here a little more than you have been,” she answered, tossing her hand through her hair. “Maybe help me adjust a bit?”

After taking a sip of his water, he cocked his head to the side. “I moved you out here on my dime. What more do you want from me?”

“That was low, Dillon,” she breathed, her green eyes narrowed. “I didn’t ask you to do that. I could’ve stayed in Colorado, and we could’ve continued a long-distance relationship.”

Dillon stepped closer, lifted his hand, and gently brushed her cheek. “No, you couldn’t. You love me, and you needed to be here with me after everything that happened.” He slid his thumb against her chin. “And I love and need you here, too. Now stop the bullshit, let me go take care of this client, and I’ll be back later, okay?”

Assessing and reevaluating the situation on the fly, Emily pushed up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his. He eagerly accepted her advance and he groaned into their kiss. Fisting his hands in her hair, he drew her closer, pulling her into his chest.

Emily spoke against his mouth. “All right. Go do your thing, and I’ll see you later.”

“So I’m not being forced back to my apartment tonight?” He smiled against her lips. “If you really insist, I guess I can sleep at my place.”

“Stop being a wiseass, Dillon. I’ll be waiting for you when you get back.”

“I promise you’ll have my undivided attention then.”

Dillon laced his fingers in hers, and she followed him to the door. After giving him one last kiss, Emily watched him walk out.

When the door snapped shut, Olivia reemerged from her room. Sinking onto the couch, she patted it. “Okay, spill it. What’s the deal, woman?”

“He just seems distant, you know?” Emily replied, sitting next to her.

“Look, you know I can’t stand Dillon.” Olivia paused for a second and tapped her chin. “Actually, I hate him.” Emily rolled her eyes, and Olivia laughed. “But in his defense, and only because my brother works in the same office, they really do have to take care of potential accounts.”

“Yeah, but is Trevor out five nights a week taking care of these people?”

“No, but I guess Dillweed’s more of an aggressive broker. Considering he’s an asshole, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Okay, friend, enough cutting him down,” she said, shaking her head. Olivia laughed, and Emily contemplated her words. “Maybe I’m overreacting. I don’t know. I guess between trying to adjust to my mom’s death and the move, my brain’s short-circuiting.”

Olivia placed her hand on Emily’s shoulder, her eyes softening with sympathy. “It’s a shitload to take in all at once. I couldn’t imagine going through it.” Olivia pulled her close and gave her a tight hug. “You’re a strong woman, and you’ll get through this. I know you will.”

“Thank you, Olivia, really. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you. I was blessed having you as a roommate in college, and now living here with you, I’m forever indebted, honestly.”

Olivia laughed. “Now you’re getting overdramatic, girl.” She stood and grabbed the movie Emily rented. After popping it into the DVD player, she settled back onto the couch. “Tonight’s a certified ladies’ night.”

About The Author

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Gail McHugh is the author of the New York Times bestsellers Collide and Pulse. She is the mother of three beautiful children and has been married to her husband for fifteen years.

Product Details

  • Publisher: Atria Books (May 20, 2014)
  • Length: 416 pages
  • ISBN13: 9781476765341

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Raves and Reviews

"Collide is the epitome of a great love story . . . sexy, emotional, and absolutely unforgettable. Gavin Blake will steal your heart and never let it go. "

– A. L. Jackson, New York Times bestselling author of the Regret series

Collide sucked me in from the very first sentence and didn’t let go until the end. Gail McHugh seamlessly takes you on a roller coaster ride of emotions that will leave you begging for the next book!”

– Tara Sivec, USA TODAY bestselling author of the Playing with Fire series

I asked for something that would make me fall in love, and boy was it delivered…

– Maryse's Book Blog

“Gail McHugh took me on an emotional, devastating, yet delicious love triangle of a roller coaster ride with Collide. Prepare yourself because you'll rip your hair out, scream, love, and have one of the worst book hangovers of all time.”

– E. L. Montes, USA TODAY bestselling author of the Disastrous Series

Collide was easily the best romance I've read all year. Gavin Blake ignites the pages the moment he steps foot into the story. Once I started, I knew sleep wouldn't be an option until I finished. It was addicting and I loved every minute of it. This novel is one I highly recommend to my readers.”

– Michelle A. Valentine, New York Times bestselling author of the Black Falcon series

Collide is a brilliant read that infuses complicated dynamics of heartbreak with an ardent balance of sexual tension and untamed passion. Gail McHugh methodically created a pulse for every woman’s ultimate book boyfriend when she penned Gavin Blake.”

– Gretchen de la O, author of the Wilson Mooney Series

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