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CASEN by Amy Marie
Cover Designer: Sara Eirew at Sara Eirew Photographer
Release Date: June 20, 2017
We’ve all experienced it. Naively going through life thinking it won’t happen to us. When it does, it rocks you to the core and infiltrates your body like a virus. You put your trust in someone only to have it ripped to shreds in the blink of an eye. Even I’m guilty of it. Years ago, I stood by – watching – as my friends tortured Annie, the girl I was in love with in high school, never standing up for her. How was I to know that one bet back in high school, between the PITCREW, would come back and haunt me so maliciously.
I’ve since lived my life trying to make up for it. I finally gained the courage to seek out Annie and ask for forgiveness. I just didn’t know she was right under my nose. Under my body. In my bed. With a new look. A new name.
Embyr’s plan was to get revenge on us all, and in the process, she set off a chain of events that would turn our worlds upside down. She conspired to have me fall in love with her and then crush me with the blow. She succeeded, but didn’t realize she would hurt just as much as me.
However, the road to recovery has its twists and turns. If I ever thought my heart would survive – I was mistaken – and if I thought that was the end of the betrayal – I was dead wrong.
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A knock at the door halts our laughing and Kate jumps up to answer. I go into the kitchen and pour myself some water before hearing the commotion.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Well, you came to this house,” Kate responds, “Who the hell are you?”
“Casen’s girlfriend!” Embyr answers back and I drop my plastic cup onto the floor. Not sure if it’s the shock of hearing Embyr’s voice for the second time today, or the alcohol. Probably both.
At my door is Kate, barely dressed, in a standoff with Embyr.
Kate scoffs. “Casen doesn’t have a girlfriend.”
Embyr peers past her, looking beautiful yet so very broken, and finds me staring back. “Didn’t take you very long, huh, Casen?”
She turns away from the door. Maybe it’s the alcohol or the talk with Reece, but I take off running after her. Kate lets me by as I race past her in all my alcohol infused glory. I hear my door shut behind me just as I catch up to Embyr. I grab her upper arm, stopping her in her tracks, and turn her to face me. “What are you doing here?”
She rips her arm away from me. “I came here to talk to you.” Looking past me, she adds, “But I see you’re busy. And you smell like gasoline!”
My eyes widen. “Are you serious? You can’t come over here and pitch a fucking fit after what I found out what you’re doing!” My voice booms off the hallway walls. My conversation with Reece is long gone. She makes me so fucking angry.
“Was,” she states, her shoulders slump.
She bites her lip before shifting from foot to foot. “Was doing. I was doing all that stuff. Not anymore.” Her gaze searches mine. “Things changed.”
My heart starts to beat one hundred times faster. She can’t do this. She can’t seep into me and make me forget all the bullshit she did. What she put me through. What she put my friends through.
“I don’t care. You need to leave.” I point towards the elevators. She needs to do it soon before I pull her into my arms. My heart and alcohol are leading this conversation, not my brain. I need to rectify that.
“Do you still love me though?” she asks, tears cascading down the sides of her cheeks. “I heard you tell Reece that you did outside the funeral home.”
I take a moment to think about what I should say. I don’t want to give her the satisfaction. I want to hurt her just as much as she hurt me. I want to lie, but I can’t. “I do.”
Embyr lessens the gap between us, reaching out, looking for comfort. I step back, out of reach, and watch her hand fall lifelessly to her side. “You have to go,” I tell her again.
“Are you sleeping with her?” Her breasts graze my chest. I can feel myself becoming one with her.
I lean in real close, inhaling her scent. “If I was, it wouldn’t be any of your business.”
She shutters. “I miss you, Casen.”
I can’t help what comes next as I grab her by her neck and crash my lips to hers. They are soft, relenting, as I push my tongue inside and infuse it with hers. The tenseness in her body releases as she grabs my shirt and pulls me deeper into her.
“Embyr,” I whisper across her lips, blissfully. But that only lasts a moment.
Not Embyr. Annie.
I pull myself away from her. “Leave,” I command.
She stands there as I walk back into my apartment, closing the door on us.
OTHER BOOKS IN THIS SERIES:
SEVEN (Book 1 of the Karma Series): http://bit.ly/SEVENAmyMarie
Amy Marie, Author of the Unexpected and Karma Series’, was born and raised in the suburbs of Chicago and now resides in Virginia Beach with her fantastically crazy husband and two kids.
As an avid reader, she never dreamed of writing her own novel until the characters started haunting her at night and in the shower. Wanting to get it down on paper she set off on the journey that is more than she could have ever dreamed.
When not writing she can be found carting her kids around, breaking up their fights, cleaning up messes, teaching Zumba, or reading.
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