Seaside Series Book 6
Auteur
Rachel Van Dyken
Lezers
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Hoofdstukken
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Jaymeson, a notorious Hollywood bad boy, is sent to the quiet town of Seaside, Oregon, to clean up his image. There, he reconnects with Priscilla, a girl from his past, and finds himself entangled in a web of old feelings and new challenges. As Jaymeson navigates his career and personal life, he must confront his own demons and decide what truly matters. Will he be able to win Priscilla's heart and prove he's more than just a tabloid headline?
Prologue
Jaymeson
Present Day
Every curse word imaginable ran through my mind when I looked into her horror-stricken eyes. There was nothing on God's green earth that I could say to make it better — nothing.
Believe me, I tried. I was the king of pick-up lines, the 007 of smoothing things over.
And for once in my life I had nothing. Absolutely nothing. I'd messed up, royally screwed over my entire life — my entire future — all because I couldn't say three little words.
Damn, One Direction. Screw them.
It's harder than hell, and the minute I was given the opportunity to say exactly how I felt — that the sun literally rose and set on her light brown eyes — she was walking away.
Granted, her walking was more of a stomp, and she had just mortally wounded my phone by slamming it against the ground.
But it was my fault.
All of it was. Story of my life. Oh look, One Direction again. I should call them maybe have them do a soundtrack to my misery. We could call it, “Jackass.”
Her heels stomped against the hard floor and I watched her go. I looked down at my phone and froze. When Demetri Daniels, my half-brother, said I would fall, I had laughed in his face.
I thought he'd been drinking again or at least smoking something. I'm one of those guys who knows himself.
Once.
And I was staring at her pink cowboy boots as they walked in the opposite direction.
Every click of her heels was like a nail driving into my heart.
I opened my mouth to say something. I mean, at this point even screaming her name would have been better than nothing!
But nothing was all I had.
Because in the end, when you screw up this bad, you know it's going to take a hell of a lot more than words and yelling to get the girl.
I was going to have to chase.
Bloody hell, I was going to have to pursue.
