Chloe by Michelle Horst ~ Release Day Blitz

Title: Chloe
Series: The Tainted Ink Series
Author: Michelle Horst
Release Date: October 7th

I’m the people pleaser.
I’m the party girl.
I’m the friend that says, “Just another one.”
But then comes Zac with his broken heart and I can’t make him just another one.

This book is not your usual romance. It doesn’t have the ending every romantic dreams of. Sometimes fires burn so hot that it destroys what could’ve been.

It can be read alone, but I suggest you read Wake Me Up first, It ends on a cliffhanger. Zac is coming late 2014,
Recommended for 18+
Told from both MC point of view. (Chloe is British and Zac American)

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Emma’s lending her car to me, so at least I can come and go as I please. It was a good idea to get my license to drive over here. I follow the instructions I got from Aiden on my way out and a few minutes later I park outside Zac’s house. I can’t see much of it in the dark, but it’s just as big as Aiden’s. I strut up to the front door, feeling confident about busting Zac’s arse, and ring the bell.

It takes a few seconds before the door opens and I lose my breath. The bloody man has to answer the door shirtless! Abs-a-mania! I realize that I’m staring and wave at his chiseled chest.

“You always open the door dressed like that?” I push by him, walking into his home. I don’t care if I’m invited or not, I want to stir Zac’s life up a little.

“You always barge in on people?”

“Yes, I do. Go get dressed. I want to go out and need a partner in crime,” I answer full of bravado. I twirl around in his living room, taking in the sleek décor of steel and leather. I’m guessing he moved or did a major clean out after Laurie died. The only sign of her is a photo on the mantelpiece.

Zac is still standing by the door, keeping it wide open. He’s shaking his head. “No. No, to all of it, the partner in crime thing and going out. Next time don’t waste your time and call, I’ll tell you no over the phone.”

I stand rooted in the middle of his living room and tilt my head to the side. It’s going to take a lot to get this man moving, might as well pull out the best I’ve got. “You can either get dressed and come with, or I’ll take off my jacket and make myself at home.”

He slams the door closed and stalks toward me, impatience written all over his face. “Take off the jacket and do what you want, I have a date with my bar. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

I start to unzip my jacket and by the time I hit my navel Zac’s eyes are jumping between all the bare skin I’m showing and the zip. “You have got to be fuckin’ kidding me!” he growls, and then stalks away.

I unzip the jacket all the way and let it hang half open, giving him the best view of my cleavage he will ever get. He’s taking on the wrong girl here. I’ll strip to get him out of this house.

When he notices me behind him, he spins on his heel. “Come on, zip it up.” He gives me a dark look and heads for a bar. I watch him pour two drinks and he quickly throws the one back with a few gulps.

I take hold of my jacket’s lapels, pressing down on the twins to give him an even better view. “I’m about to strip down and the only person uncomfortable here is you,” I say, making my voice raspy. “Either you put on clothes or mine are coming off.”

I reach for my belt when he throws a hand out to stop me. “Okay, you win! I’ll get dressed. But I choose the bar and only a few drinks.”

“There now, that wasn’t that hard.” I add a little twirl out of happiness and head over to the bar for my drink.

While Zac disappears to get dressed, I settle on a bar stool and take a sip of the whiskey. I let the amber fluid burn down my throat and start to wonder how I’m going to get Zac out of his shell.

“There, I got a shirt.” He waves a hand in the air across the length of my body. “Now zip up.”

I’ve forgotten that my jacket is undone and make a show of zipping it up, real slow.

“Look, I’m usually a pretty decent guy but for some reason you-”

I put the drink down and get up stopping him from giving me some big spiel. I’m not interested in what he has to say. “I’m a party girl, Zac. There’s not much more about me. I like to have fun.” I walk up to him and run my fingers up his chest. “You need to have fun, so let’s go.”

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Michelle Horst is thirty seven years old and is from the land of milk and honey. She’s been in love with reading from an early age. She has a passion for other cultures, but she has an ultimate soft spot for nature and animals. She first tried her hand at writing in early 2009 and as the first words started to form into a book, she knew she was hooked. Dreams spilled onto pages, and that was the beginning of a wonderful journey. One filled with joy. One filled with passion and heart stopping moments. But most of all, it’s filled with such pride and peace as a story comes to life, and characters fill your life, living in the very walls of your mind, living in the minds of your readers. There is nothing as satisfying as that.

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