Far From the Usual BLURB: He’s her ex’s brother, yet Arden Windham aches to be in Cam Mercer’s arms. The man is rude and obnoxious, his blue eyes cold and unfeeling, but he makes her body melt. Being with ex-con Cam is nowhere in her plans, not if she wants the affection she’s worked so hard to gain from her overbearing father. Still, Cam’s touch is unlike anything she’s ever felt and Arden finds herself having to choose between her wants and her needs.
Cameron Mercer is his family’s black sheep, a man apart. For six months he watched Arden waste her time with his twin and now she’s free, he’s not waiting another minute. He’s on a campaign to get her off the tight rope she’s been walking. There’s a rebel behind that smooth façade and he’s on a mission to set Arden free. Too bad she insists on putting up a fight.
She fished out her phone while eyeing Cam’s movements in her rearview.
“Hey, Indy.” She greeted her best friend with a long suffering sigh.
“Where are you, bitch?” Indy wasn’t one for small talk. “The pizza is getting cold.”
“I have a flat tire and the rudest man alive is fixing it.”
“Oh, you’ll never guess. Cam Mercer is here with me in the middle of nowhere, working on my tire. The man is simply unprofessional.”
“Cam Mercer?” Indy’s tone perked up. “Ah, Bad Boy Mercer. I saw him get into a bar brawl with two men and win. All those muscles.” Indy whistled. “He can get it.”
“What?” Arden’s stomach knotted. “You think he’s sexy?” She did not want her friend lusting after the man. He was bad news. Even if he was sexy—which Arden didn’t at all think he was.
“Have you looked at the man? And all that attitude.” Indy sighed. “You just know there’s some deep story behind it.”
Arden didn’t like the direction of the conversation so she changed the topic. “Wipe the drool of your mouth. Don’t forget you’re already spoken for.”
“I happen to be a free as a bird.” Indy refused to admit how she felt about the man she was attempting to have a sex-only relationship with.
“You’re a cold bitch. You love Reno and he loves you, but you insist on fronting.” Arden laughed. “You’re not fooling anyone.”
“Whatever. Shouldn’t you be ogling some rude, bad boy with family issues?”
“What? I’m not ogling that man and besides, it’s tasteless. I was involved with his brother until a week ago.”
“Sounds like a suitable mourning period to me,” Indy said. “You don’t owe Clark anything and I can bet money Bad Boy Mercer knows ways to make you forget about past unpleasantness.”
“Speaking of past unpleasantness. Clark called me this evening. He wants us to come to an understanding. Maybe get back together.”
“Oh, my God!” Indy screeched. “Are you freaking serious?”
“Unfortunately.” Arden moved over to the passenger seat and peered out. Cam was crouched on the muddy ground, doing something that required grunts. Sexy grunts, but she immediately dismissed the ludicrous thought. Bringing her attention back to her phone conversation, she said, “Can you believe him? He breaks up with me, talking about he wants to see other people, and then a week later calls me like nothing happened.”
“That bastard! Are you okay, do you want us to slash his tires or something?” Indy’s voice dropped to a whisper. “You know I have the perfect outfit for it. Remember that black cat-suit zippered to the crotch? Of course, I’ll have to get new heels for the mission. Just tell me when.”
Arden giggled. “Thanks, but no. I just want him to take his own advice, you know? Move the hell on.”
“I can’t tell you why men are idiots, but I can suggest you pick your hurt pride up off the floor, shake it off, and make moves. Preferably on that sexy Cam Mercer.”
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