Series: The Hashtag Series #2
Author: Cambria Hebert
Genre: NA Contemp/College Romance
Release Date: January 12, 2015
It started with unspoken animosity. The bitter bite of jealousy. And now its full blown hate.
It was during my first football game that I first felt the first chill of hate. I looked it right in the eyes and felt its sticky tentacles reach out for me. Iâd never experienced something so cold and empty before.
The effect of that look lingered, like an unspoken promise, long after it was gone.
Becoming a couple â becoming the other half of a campus celebrity wasnât easy. I let down walls guarding my heart and he looked past my glasses and accident prone tendencies. Romeo and I are an unlikely match, a #nerd and a jock. But we made it.
And weâre happy.
Zach doesnât want us to be happy. He wants Romeo to pay for getting him kicked out of Omega and for the night he spent in jail. Heâs going to use anything and everything he can to get his revenge. Including me.
As the weather on campus grows cold and the days become dark, revenge becomes the center of someoneâs life and the happiness Romeo and I worked so hard for is threatened.
I canât help but worry that our love is going to be overshadowed by hate.
Copyright by Cambria Hebert
The distance between us was getting wider.
She thought I would just drive her back to campus, that I would just let her walk away mad.
Hell to the no.
I still remembered the night she got out of the Hellcat and walked away from me. The night I had to tell her getting close to her had only been a bet. The hurt in her eyes still cut me to the core.
I didnât want a repeat of that night. Not ever again.
Zach had been the cause of that night, and he was pretty much the cause of the space between us now.
He was a hater. Plain and simple.
I couldnât. I wouldnât let the hate he spewed so willingly overshadow everything I had with Rimmel. I agreed with my dad.
She was a keeper.
Her hand was stiff as I pulled her along toward my place, but she still allowed me to lead her. When we got close to the pool, she moved closer to my side, and I angled my body in front of her to block the sight.
Once inside, we didnât speak. She took off her heels and coat, and I went to turn on the fire in the bedroom. When I came back, she was crouched down in the living room, petting Murphy, who was zigzagging around her feet.
âYou took pictures of me when I was sleeping.â Her voice was calm and quiet, but it filled the room.
âYeah, I did.â I wasnât going to apologize for that. Deep down, I must have known things might come to this. I was a lawyerâs son after all. I knew things needed to be documented.
âYou could have just asked.â She straightened up from Murphy and looked at me. âInstead, you took advantage of me and never said a word.â
âI didnât take advantage of you. I was just doing what I thought was best.â
âWell, you donât get to decide whatâs best for me!â Her voice rose, and Murphy paused in purring to look up at her.
âI donât get a say?â I shot back, trying to hold on to my temper.
She took a deep breath. âOf course you do. But you didnât say anything. You just did. Just like at dinner. You just announced I was getting a restraining order. There was no conversation.â
I opened my mouth, but she kept talking.
âHow am I supposed to trust you when you do things like this without me knowing?â
âYou donât trust me anymore?â I said the words with quiet calm. Surely this wasnât enough to ruin the trust between us.
She blew out a breath and paced across the room. âI didnât say that.â She spun away from me and looked at the wall. âIâm just upset.â
I strode across the room. It was darker where she was. The lights were off in here, and from this position in the room, the crackling fire in the bedroom didnât cast much light.
My feet stopped when I was directly behind her. Usually, I would touch her without thought. But right then I paused.
I wrapped my hands around her wrists, then loosened my grip to slide my palms up her arms to rest at her shoulders. I felt her exhale, and I wrapped one of my arms across her chest and pulled her back against my front.
âI could tell you Iâm sorry,â I whispered in her ear. âI could whisper how much I love you and that I wonât ever do something like this again.â
The back of her head hit my chest as I spoke. The silky strands of her perfectly straight hair tickled my lips as I talked, and the scent of her shampoo enticed me closer.
âBut Iâm not going to apologize.â
She stiffened, but I strengthened my hold, unwilling to let her pull away. I kept my voice whisper soft and my lips right beside her ear.
âIâd do it again, in a frigginâ heartbeat if thatâs what I thought you needed.â
Cambria Hebert is a bestselling novelist of more than twenty books. She went to college for a bachelorâs degree, couldnât pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair.
Besides writing, Cambria loves a caramel latte, staying up late, sleeping in, and watching movies. She considers math human torture and has an irrational fear of chickens (yes, chickens). You can often find her running on the treadmill (sheâd rather be eating a donut), painting her toenails (because she bites her fingernails), or walking her chorkie (the real boss of the house).
Cambria has written within the young adult and new adult genres, penning many paranormal and contemporary titles. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense. A few of her most recognized titles are: Text, Torch, Tryst, Masquerade, and Recalled.
Cambria Hebert owns and operates Cambria Hebert Books, LLC.
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