Bobby Beckerson was the American All-Star hockey player--he was the spitting image of perfection to his family. Goofy, sweet and undeniably gorgeous, he had everything but the one girl he wanted: River Ahlers.
River Ahlers is successful in everything but love. She's been in love with Adam Beckerson since they were kids. Worst of all she's stuck right in the middle of the brother's dueling over everything and anything, and she doesn't even know she's the ultimate prize.
Adam Beckerson was a boy with a guitar, a smile that sunk girl's hearts and a stone wall around his own. He was anything but perfect, and no matter how hard he tried he was nothing compared to Bobby. Sweet, damaged, with boyish good-looks, nobody thought Adam loved anyone but himself.
Bobby loved River, River loved Adam and Adam only loved himself--or so everyone thought. Then one night everything changes, and as it threatens to destroy everyone involved a tragedy strikes that will break them all...GENRE: New Adult Contemporary Romance
“Give me that,” his firm order knocked me out of my Nikon stupor.
“Give. Me. That,” he repeated; “It’s my turn.”
“No!” I said as I yanked the camera away from his outstretched hand.
“Yes!” he yelled back, a smirk covering his face as he planted his feet, his body blocking the only exit from the balcony.
I judge the distance carefully before dodging him and slipping through the window. His hands reached for me, but my shirt was short enough that instead of catching onto anything solid his hands slipped against my skin. It caused a shiver to go up my spine, but I rushed forward with the camera in the air and put the couch between us.
“You really think you can out run me?” Adam shouted at me.
“Of course I can!” I fired back as he ran at me.
I scooted around the couch that created an island between us and stuck out my tongue. What I didn’t expect was Adam to run and jump over it, quickly closing the gap.
“Not fair!” I squealed as I raced into the only room with an open door—his.
“AH HA!” Adam exclaimed as he ran at me, tackling me onto his bed. He pinned me down with the weight of his body and grabbed the camera from me, putting it just out of reach on the chair piled with his clothes. “Now I’ve got you where I want you!”
Our eyes were locked on one another, and his sadistic smile turned incredibly sexy. I took a deep breath as I was reminded of the fact he was finally mine—that he could lean over and kiss me, and that I knew for once that he wanted exactly what I wanted.
“Do I want to know what’s going on in here?” Bobby’s voice echoed from the door way.
Adam shot off of me, his hands both stuck in his hair.
“I was…err…trying to get umm…River’s camera from her,” Adam said.
Bobby’s face was stern, and definitely pissed off. The muscles in his oversized neck twitched as I grabbed my camera from the chair and stood.
I couldn’t help myself—I shot past Adam screaming, “I win!”
“Oh, no you don’t!” Adam called after me, evidently forgetting his incredibly pissed off and jealous hulk of a brother.
He took off after me and caught me as I tried to unbolt the door.
“You know what the punishment for attempting to escape is?” Adam asked as he grabbed my camera and tossed it on the couch, pinning me to the door with one hand on my waist.
“You take a picture of me?” I mocked him.
He turned to face me and his brows shadowed his eyes as he moved closer to me. Bobby was still watching, but I was completely captivated by Adam’s addictive presence.
“No,” he answered with a slow shake of his head. His lips twitched as he tried to remain serious. “It’s a crime punishable by tickling!”
“No!” I yelped as his fingers ran up my shirt and to my ribs. “Please, stop!”
He tilted his head back. “Muauahaha!”
“Adam!” I squealed as my knees caved with the laughter.
“Do you surrender?” he asked as I crumbled to the floor in his arms.
I was crying now from the laughter caused half caused from the tickling, half caused from the insane amount of joy he brought me.
“Now?” Adam asked again.
“Fine! Fine! I give up!” I said, and he slowly withdrew his hands before helping me stand.
“Was it worth it?” he asked with his hands on his hips.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Are you done making me want to puke?” Bobby interrupted us.
I looked over Adam’s shoulders at him.
“Are you done being a cry baby?” I fired back.
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Besides being a writer, Cassandra is a professional photographer known for her automotive, nature and architectural shots. She is the owner of Gio Design Studios Photography and Gio Design Studios Publication Marketing . She is currently studying to receive a degree in Marketing. Cassandra is happily married to the man of her dreams and they live in the rolling hills of New England with the other loves of her life their dogs, Bubski and Kanga.