The Persimmon Series, Book 3
by Cass Alexander
Morgan Pottinger is counting the days until graduation. Her plans are to leave small town Kentucky and never look back. As she starts her senior year at Persimmon College, she finds herself the object of Nate Stevenson’s affections. Despite her spaz-like tendencies, Nate makes it clear he wants her. Morgan cannot resist the sexy, intelligent guy that keeps her on her toes and ties her up in knots.
There’s just one problem. Morgan needs to break up with her hometown boyfriend before pursuing anything with Nate. A series of catastrophes back home continuously interfere with her attempts to end the relationship. At this rate, she’ll be married to the loser by March and Nate will be just another casualty in the disaster that is her life. Lucky for Morgan, Nate’s much smarter than she is.
“Whiskey? Damnit, Nate. I thought you were smart. That was bourbon. There is a difference. If you want to be friends with anyone from the state of Kentucky, it’s kind of an unwritten law that you know this.”
“Then I’d better figure it out if I want to be your friend?”
She has no idea how friendly I want to be. She’s lucky I haven’t tackled her to the ground yet.
“What if I don’t want to be your friend?”
“Then, by all means, keep screwing this up,” she laughs.
When she notices that I’m not laughing with her, her face blanks.
Morgan clears her throat. “Not funny?” she asks.
I shake my head no. For the first time, there’s an awkward silence between us.
“You don’t want to be my friend?” Her voice is small. I need to be careful that I don’t push her too far.
I shake my head again and she grimaces.
“Oh. Wow. Well, then maybe I shouldn’t be here,” she stands up and takes a step towards the door. I think I hurt her feelings, which wasn’t my intention.
“I broke up with Taylor,” I announce to her back. Morgan freezes in place.
I stand up and move close. I’m only inches from her when I say, “It wasn’t fair to her, so I ended it.”
Morgan exhales and her head tilts forward.
“What wasn’t fair, Nate?”
“Turn around and I’ll tell you.”
She hesitates and my instinct is to grab her and force her to look at me. But that’s not how I envisioned this, so I force myself to be patient.
Slowly, she turns. Her eyes are still on the floor. Is she afraid of what she’ll see when she looks at me?
I wait her out. A few seconds go by, but it feels like minutes. Finally, she raises her head and meets my gaze. I had intended to talk it out with her, but the look in her eyes is more than I could have hoped for.
The jolt of lust and emotion I feel when she looks at me, with such longing, is my undoing. I do what I’ve wanted to do since she flashed me in the Harrelson Building.
I grab Morgan and pull her flush with my body while at the same time backing her up against the wall. Every cell in my body is awake. Because of her.
I’m not gentle. A primal instinct inside me wants to own this girl. And I will. The second our lips touch, I know I’ll never be the same.
Cass Alexander is the pen name of a Southern born and bred public school teacher. Her brother, who insists she address him as, The Prince of Darkness, gave her the nom de plume after warning her that her book’s content may scar her sons for life.
She’s a connoisseur of fine humor, hilarious insults, and all things chocolate, preferably dark (like her humor). Oh, and wine. Let’s not forget the wine. Cass also enjoys running. It’s become crucial to her survival, due to her consumption of wine and chocolate.
Cass’s mission in life is to spread the love and the laughter, goodness knows it’s needed. It’s why she wrote The Persimmon Series.
She and her family now reside in the Midwest, where hardly anyone other than Cass says the words, y’all and holler.