What is your greatest fear? For Aislin, it is the fear of being alone. She grew up in and out of foster care along with her brother, Declan. When he is killed by an IED blast while serving in Afghanistan, she leans on her brother's best friend, Gabriel. The two become inseparable.
When she catches her fiancée in bed with another girl? She isn’t even that upset. Mad as hell? Yes. As angry as she should be? No. That's the moment she realizes that she isn't in love with her fiancée. She is in love with her best friend, Gabriel. The only problem is that Gabe doesn't think he should cross the boundary between friend and lover with his dead best friend's sister. He wants her. He just doesn't want to want her. And, therein lies the problem.After Aislin is attacked by a man she tried to love with her head in an attempt to heal her heart from rejection, she and Gabriel have one night of bliss together. Only one though. Gabriel gets spooked and runs. He is afraid. Afraid that Aislin will hate him for taking advantage of her vulnerability. Three years and nine months later, Gabe comes home to find Aislin with a dark-haired wanna-be rock star and a three year old little girl with familiar blue eyes. Seeing her with Jude, makes his blood boil. But does Gabriel deserve her? No. Does he want her? With every fiber of his being. He will do anything it takes to win her heart. He wants a place in her life and in the life of her daughter. What is in the cards for Gabriel and Aislin? Can love survive without trust? Welcome to Devil Creek.
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Gabe drives to what appears, from
the outside, to be a huge, modern-looking white metal barn, trimmed in hunter
green. But, its outward appearance is deceiving. It is a massive bar in the
form of an enormous barn, complete with a loft. The metal of the outside cannot
be seen within. The walls, loft and ceiling are made with beautifully
hand-stained dark wooden planks giving the place a rustic and authentic feel.
High-top tables are set up around a wooden dance floor, even hay bales line the
perimeter. A large wooden bar topped with marbled black granite with slices and
slits of tan slashing through the exquisite rock, sits across from the expanse
of dance floor and tables, opposite the entrance under the small loft area. The
bar itself is well-lit and well-stocked. Aislin swallows nervously, suddenly
aware of the extremely short skirt she is wearing. Glancing around, people seem
already well on their way to intoxication. Thank
goodness.
A lean shirtless guy clad in a huge
white cowboy hat, boots and jeans smiles and moans loudly as he staggers by
humping a stuffed-animal goat as he passes. Holy
crap. What have I gotten myself into? She nervously looks over at Gabe, who
is cracking up laughing at the apparent horrified expression on her face. He
pushes his fake thick black glasses frames, taped in the middle, up onto his
nose and grins. His hair is greased down as flat as his short haircut will
allow. His khaki pants are hiked up way too high and fastened with a belt over
his button-down white shirt, which is buttoned all the way to the collar. With
his pants hiked up, you can see his mismatched socks and penny loafers. His
pocket protector, filled with pens and his armful of books completes the look
they’ve deemed “nerdy student.”
A pregnant nun waddles dramatically
by next, dragging her priestly baby-daddy behind her. OMG. Gabe snaps the back strap of Aislin’s garter and that peeks
from the too-tiny black skirt suit that she had borrowed from Ella. The
differences between Ella’s height and Aislin’s means that Ella’s skirts
ridiculously short on her taller frame. Smacking Gabe’s arm and giving him a
stern look, Aislin makes a mental note not to bend over at any point tonight.
Aislin’s outfit is rounded out with a silky pink shirt, unbuttoned to the point
that her black lace bra peeks out and black suit jacket. Her long auburn hair
is sleeked back into a bun, two number two pencils duel through its center. The
six-inch black patent leather heels are already making her feet ache.
And, thus, Aislin is dubbed “the
naughty professor.” A red pen is tucked behind one ear. Ella made Aislin promise to wear a smoky-eye
and, as she described it, “whore-red” lipstick to complete the look. Aislin had complied with
her friend’s request. And truthfully, she knows she looks hot. Slutty, but hot
nonetheless. Gabe seems to have approved. He’s given Aislin the once over a few
times and is giving anyone else who checks her out death stares. Knowing that
his intentions are honorable and purely brotherly, she just hopes he loosens up
and lets her have some fun. She wants to drink and dance and relax and attempt to
have fun and forget about Ty. Maybe it will be possible. Maybe.
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