The Consequence of Rejection
by Rachel Van Dyken
Release Date: March 26, 2018
About The Consequence of Rejection
You know the universe is trying to tell you something when you get struck by lightning, but only after getting hit on by the elderly, almost getting run over by a semi, and running into the one who got away.
Why do they say it like that anyway?
Like I accidentally lost her when she was the one that got in the car with my best friend and left me.
The day after I proposed.
We were eighteen.
I wanted forever.
It's been ten years.
I tried to move on, tried to get married, had that same wedding crashed by my now best friend who says the only way for me to stop pissing off the universe, is to gain closure with the one woman I can't forget.
So I do it.
I embark on a journey down memory lane that not only lands me in prison but on the receiving end of a fist fight in front of the entire town, this naturally happens after drunken pool sex, climbing the same girl's window, and getting threatened at gunpoint by her father.
To say the universe is trying to tell me something anything, is a giant understatement.
I just hope I survive the message.
And then, I hope I survive her—again.
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An Excerpt from The Consequence of Rejection
Full breasts spilled over into a small black bikini that left nothing to the imagination, it barely covered nipple for that matter. And the bottoms? Well she had to keep adjusting them.
Let’s just say high school bathing suits ten years later look small.
In the best way possible.
Head held high, she walked right by me to Max, grabbed a shot, took it, then sucked the lime he held out in front of her.
Max winked at me. “Something wrong, man?”
I reached for the non-existent gun at my side, which just made him grin harder as he kept handing out alcohol to parents of toddlers.
Because that’s the type of party it was.
Almost everyone started talking about their kids, retirement, stock portfolios, vacation time, and babies.
It was almost too depressing for words.
I had all those things but what I’d always wanted. A family. Babies.
She shared a sideways glance with me.
I reached for her, but she pulled away and ran full speed towards the pool and did a giant canon ball.
While I watched as wet cold water ran down her curvy body, my gaze was so transfixed on her erect nipples I’m surprised nobody pulled me aside about my current situation of arousal.
Cold water. Fast.
I chased after her, jumped in...
And felt the warm buzz of alcohol fill my veins just as I popped up and saw Max follow, balls first, in my face.
I ducked just in time so I didn’t get a fist full of balls.
The guy only laughed once we both popped up.
I swam towards Maddy, and tugged her against me. “Stop running.”
“I’m not.” Her breath came out raspy. “I’m just…reliving old times, isn’t that what you wanted? So we could have closure?”
Why did it feel like she was turning the tables on me?
“Yeah,” I said slowly, “But—“
Her kiss was swift.
Fast, and oh so very punishing as I gaped into her mouth and pinned her against the side of the pool.
Music filled the air out of nowhere from somewhere outside, it pounded into my ears the way I wanted to pound into her.
I grinned against her mouth as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
And then Reid cast a shadow over us and started pouring vodka over our heads.
Maddy tilted her head back and opened her mouth while I leaned in and licked it off her chin.
“Guys!” Someone yelled. “Keep it down, someone’s going to call the cops!”
“Cops?” Max laughed loudly. “I am the law, bitches!” The music blared. “Plus, we already got our cop here.” He pointed while I took another shot.
The crowd went crazy.
And then Maddy squeezed her thighs.
Yeah, the cops were coming, all right.
Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author. When she's not writing about hot hunks for her Regency romance or New Adult fiction books, Rachel is dreaming up new hunks. (The more hunks, the merrier!) While Rachel writes a lot, she also makes sure she she enjoys the finer things in life—like The Bachelor and strong coffee.
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