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About Love Me Crazy: “We’re broken in the most screwed-up perfect way. It was inevitable we’d end up together.” Cassidy Beck is focused on one thing, and one thing only: planning the Southern wedding of the century in Lucas Hill, South Carolina. Fresh from a tragic breakup, Cassidy’s not in the mood for any distractions. But when antebellum hottie Quinn Covington arrives in all his sexy, tattooed glory, he might prove to be the biggest distraction of them all. MIA ever since his father’s death, Quinn doesn’t plan to stay any longer than it takes to start his dad’s vintage truck. But the sight of Cassidy trying to fend off his family’s pet turkey sends him for a loop. Red-haired and fierce, she’s just as broken as he is. But even though Cassidy’s past makes her the only one able to understand Quinn’s own scars, they also make her wary. After all, how can she trust him with her heart when everyone else she’s ever given it to has thrown it away? Sexy, heart-wrenching, and full of Southern charm, this new contemporary romance from Camden Leigh shows just what happens when two people who are perfectly broken end up piecing each other back together.
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I slip down in the chair and angle my knees to the side so they don’t touch his. I want so badly to reach out and press my fingers against his cheek, to tell him to stop letting the past affect his present so deeply. I don’t know the whole story. I don’t know how the Covingtons actually reacted to their dad’s death, though Kat’s anger at Quinn gave me a pretty clear picture in the kitchen. I don’t know what they went through. But it seems like everyone walks on eggshells so as to not disturb the grief and guilt lying below.
I push to my feet. “I need to nurse this headache with some sleep.”
He rises, too. “Wait.” He slips his hand over my hip and pulls me a step closer.
I shake my head. No, that’s not going to happen. No touching, no kissing, no—
“Cassidy,” he whispers, ducking his head closer, eyes piercing mine with a solid, intense gaze. “Thanks for the talk. For tonight.”
I roll my lips in but his breath warms my face, luring me to relax and soften. His hands, so comfortable and right, tug me closer, closing the electrified space between us, forcing wild energy into my lips, into wanting his on mine.
He drops his chin, lips inching closer, but instead of feeling their smooth heat and sculpted softness, rough stubble slides against my cheek. His hands slip up my back, encompassing me in the warmest, safest, and sexiest hug I’ve ever received.
“I should go to bed,” I mumble.
Quinn leans closer. “Sit with me a while.”
“If you like.”
I study the cushy loveseat situated under the far edge of the magnolia. “Okay, but just for a bit.” Honestly, I feel like I’d regret saying no. Besides, I’m supposed to use my manners right? “Yes, thank you” and “Of course I’ll sit with you. Where do you want me? Right on your lap? Well, of course” come to mind.
The gap between us, a mere foot of space, feels like a canyon. A never-ending abyss. I know I should stay away, but an article I read on magnetic attraction keeps popping into my head. It said physical looks and personality have nothing to do with a person’s draw to another, that attraction is energy-based. That would mean I could sit down beside anyone and they could be the one.
I definitely feel something urging me to scoot a little closer.
I take several deep breaths to discourage falling closer and becoming another statistic to support the article’s claim.
“Come here,” he says. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and doubles the urge for me to move it on closer.
He shifts my hair to the side and brushes a finger down my cheek. My heart beats like a rabbit thumping its foot in warning. I should take it as a warning. Instead, I turn into his touch like a needy cat and purr. My eyes pop open. I purred? What the heck.
I move to stand but he pulls my hips over, causing me to fall into his lap. Instead of fighting it—because I rather enjoy my current position—I push into my hands to get more comfortable, or try, but the only couch to push into is between his legs. My fingers brush against his thigh and I’m pretty sure his jewels.
“Oh God.” I. Could. Die.
“Nope. All one-hundred percent me.”
“Sorry.” I collapse back against him and cross both hands securely over my chest.
He traces a finger down my knee, down my bare leg. I glance at the path figuring on seeing a red, hot burn in its wake, an illuminated trail of oranges and reds and singed skin because it feels so damn hot and so damn good.
His fingers drop lower, toward my skirt which has bunched around my hips and is an inch away from showing off my barely-there panties. He hooks my skirt. My eyes go wide and the breath in my chest literally solidifies into yes-please-touch-me hope. He drags the hem of my skirt up my leg, farther and farther away from my panties. Further  from the warm tingles surging to life.
I grab his hand, my skirt, and hold it in place mid-thigh.
“Cassidy,” he calls.
About Camden Leigh:
Camden Leigh is a sucker for first kisses, first hook-ups and anything that adds the unforgettable first sparks of love–humor, seduction, hot-n-sexy bods, angsty determination...what have you! Her stories expose the real dirt, grime and grit that befalls a seemingly perfect relationship, the heartache as a result, and the growth, perseverance and strength it takes to make flaws work for her characters. She wants her characters to experience love that wraps arounds their hearts, turns them into sizzling flames and results in a grand finale of fireworks. When Camden isn’t writing, she’s either crafting, flicking through images of gorgeous paper, saturated palettes or...um, lip-lickin' washboard abs. When feeling guilty, she attempts to keep up with her energetic kiddos by beach combing, kayaking, golfing (can it really be called golfing if a seven-year-old beats you?) or being that crazy person at a concert. Her addictions: chocolate covered raspberries, real southern sweet tea (not the fake stuff with the sugar crystals hanging out in the bottom of the cup), her pups and pretty paper she’ll never use.
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