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Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)

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Jax

I wasn’t looking for love. I was too busy running my tattoo shop, Forbidden Ink. But then one day, I was invited out by Willow—the younger tattoo artist who works for me—and the chemistry between us was undeniable. That night, after we parted ways, I found her sleeping on the streets, so I insisted she come home with me. The more time I spend with her, getting to know her, the more I fall for her The only problem is that Willow has been through hell and back, losing everyone close to her, and the only chance I have at making her mine is to prove that I’m in this forever

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CHAPTER ONE

JAX

Present Day

“What’s all this for?” I step into the condo I share with my longtime girlfriend, Willow, and find rose petals and candles scattered all over the place. When I glance at our coffee table, two champagne flutes are sitting on top with a bucket of ice and a bottle of champagne next to it. I was only gone for a couple hours, having a beer with my brother, Jase.

Willow steps forward, and her lips curl into a shy smile, a look I rarely see on her face. My girlfriend isn’t shy by any means. With her midnight black hair that has different colors running through it—this month it’s blue, that same blue that matches her eyes—tattoos covering most of her arms, perky tits, and tanned, toned legs for days, she’s sexy as fuck. And with her I don’t give a fuck attitude, she’s sassy as hell. With her heart that beats outside of her chest, she’s giving and loving and selfless. But she isn’t shy. So when she hits me with that rare smile, I know something is up.

“Today is our ten-year anniversary,” she tells me, her shy smile splitting into a wide grin. I give her a shocked look. Not because I don’t know what today is, but because Willow Montgomery doesn’t celebrate anniversaries. So the fact that she’s standing before me, suddenly celebrating our anniversary, definitely has my interest piqued.

“It is,” I agree. “An entire decade of getting to spend every day with you.”

Willow’s eyes fill with tears, and my thoughts jump to a worst-case scenario. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it together. My girlfriend may live for today, but she knows I’m always going to be right by her side, living for today with her.

“Nothing is wrong,” she says, taking another step forward. “I’m just…I’m kind of nervous.”

Pulling her into my arms, I plant a kiss on her forehead. She smells like the lotion she puts on every morning after she gets out of the shower. Light Blue by Dolce & Gabbana. It’s sweet and feminine and I could recognize the scent anywhere. “You’re going to have to help me out here,” I murmur. “You were just smiling and now you’re in tears.”

Willow pulls back and wipes the tears from her eyes. “Jax, you are everything to me. You aren’t just my boyfriend, you’re my best friend, my other half.”

My heart pounds against my ribcage with every word she speaks. “I feel the same way.”

She pulls something out of the front pocket of her jeans. A ring… No, not a ring. Two rings. “I’m ready, Jax,” she says through her watery smile. “I’m ready to marry you. To spend the rest of my life as your wife. Jaxson Crawford, will you marry me?”

My gaze flits between Willow’s hope-filled eyes and the two rings she’s holding. The one I bought for her ten years ago, and a simple silver band that I’m assuming is meant for me. I want so badly to say yes, but before I do, I need to know one thing. “What’s changed your mind?”

Smiling, Willow places the rings on the coffee table and grabs a small, square black book. “This.”

She hands it to me, and I turn to the first page and then the second and then the third. Each page is filled with pictures of us, of our life, starting with the first night she took pity on me and took me out with her.

CHAPTER TWO

JAX

Ten Years Ago

“I’m out, bro,” Jase, my younger brother, says, popping his head into my workstation. While I’m waiting for my last appointment of the day to arrive, I’m working on a sketch for another client.

“Already?” I glance over at the clock and see it’s only six o’clock.

“Promised Celeste and Sky I would pick up dinner and bring it to them. They’re getting ready for that fashion show coming up. You want to come over for dinner?”

He asks the same question every day, and every day I tell him the same thing. “I’m good, bro. Go be with your family.”

For as far back as I can remember, Jase, our sister Quinn, and I have lived together. Whether it was in North Carolina where we grew up, or here in New York, where we’ve been living for the last several years. We’ve always stuck together. Until recently, when both my siblings moved out and in with their significant others. It’s weird living on my own. I’m almost forty years old and I’ve never had a place to myself. I imagined the townhouse would become a bachelor pad. I would throw parties every night and have women over without having to worry about the innocent ears of my niece hearing anything. But after a couple months, the partying got old, and the mindless sex got even older.

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Total pages in book: 91
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Somebody once said we don’t decide who we love. The world decides for us. But I disagree. I believe love is a decision. Who we love, how we love. It’s in our control - in our hands. I grew up having no clue about the true meaning of love. Money. Cars. Houses. Status. Fame. That’s what love means to the people around me. It wasn’t until the woman I picked up in a bar came back into my life and showed me love can be so much more. So, what’s the problem? The woman I’m falling in love with believes in fairytales. She compares everything to a storybook and wants the happily-ever-after. So while she’s stuck on recreating stories that have already been told, page by page, I’m showing her it’s time we write our own book. Nobody ever said the journey of falling in love would be easy, just that it would be worth it. The Pickup is a standalone sports romance.
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Prologue

Nick

Twenty years old

I’ve just gotten back to my dorm, and I’m fucking exhausted. I’m ready to take a hot shower then go see my girlfriend, Samantha. I throw my gym bag on the bed and grab a change of clothes and a towel. Stripping out of my sweatpants and shirt, I turn the water on as hot as it can go and wait for it to heat up. Once I can see the fog filling the bathroom, I get in. Standing with my back toward the hot water, I let it rain down on my sore muscles. Between sitting on a crowded, uncomfortable-as-fuck bus for the ten-hour trip to and from D.C. for our first football game of the season, the lumpy king-size bed I had to share in the hotel with my teammate Killian, and the two-hour meeting I had to attend once we returned to go over the game tapes, a hot shower is exactly what I need.

I grab my shampoo and wash my hair, then squirt some body wash into my hands. As I scrub the dirty feeling from the nasty bus off my skin, I try to think of everything I need to get done. With it being the beginning of my junior year at North Carolina University, it feels like my to-do list is never ending. I need to pick up the textbook I ordered for the British Literature class I’m taking, go by the library to see if I can check out The Hobbit and The Neverending Story for my Fantasy Lit class… Shit! I also need to go by the writing lab to schedule the required tutoring session. Some days it feels like there aren’t enough hours in the day, and today is definitely one of those days.

After rinsing off, I get dressed and head to the writing lab. “Excuse me, my name is Nicholas Shaw. I’m taking Professor Hughes’s creative writing course, and he said we have to schedule a tutoring session.”

“Yep! Let me pull up your name. What’s your student ID number?” I give her my ten-digit number, and she types it into the computer. “Hmm…it seems you’re no longer enrolled in that course.” She types some more on her keyboard. “It actually shows you’ve dropped the course and switched your major.” She prints something out and hands it to me. I read over it, and sure enough, my degree seeking states business and not English Literature. My classes are all basic accounting and business management shit. What the hell? I just picked my damn major not even two weeks ago when I met with my advisor.

“Okay, thank you. I’ll get this figured out.” I fold up the paper and put it into my back pocket and start heading toward Samantha’s dorm, furious as hell. There’s only one person who would do this. I hit his name on my cell phone, and not even one ring later, my dad answers.

“Dad, we need to talk.”

“Nick, I’m glad you called. I saw your game, and I’m not the only one. There’s chatter from several teams. If you continue to play the way you did yesterday, you’ll be entering the draft this year instead of next, and most likely go in as a first round—”

“Did you change my major?” I ask, cutting him off.

“What?” my dad responds incredulously. “Did you hear what I said? There’s a damn good chance you will be drafted this year.”

“Yeah, I heard you. But I thought I was going to stay in college all four years so I can graduate with my degree.”

“We talked about this, Nick,” my dad says, frustration evident in his tone. “Football comes first. Your coach called and told me that you asked for permission to leave your practices early this semester because you need to attend some writing bullshit.”

“Writing lab.” I sigh. Since I was little, I’ve always felt a pull toward literature. When I’m not reading, I’m writing. Horror, Mystery, Fantasy, Nonfiction, I don’t care what it is. When I was a kid and didn’t really believe I stood a chance at playing pro ball, my dream was to one day delve into the world of books. My second grade teacher gave me a writing journal, and that year I filled the entire thing with story after story. Growing up, I read everything from The Boxcar Children and Harry Potter to 1984. As an adult, I’ll give anything a try. From James Patterson to Stephen King. Hell, I’ve even given Nicholas Sparks a go-round. I’m not sure, if given the opportunity, what I would do in the field—maybe write or edit. All I know is I love books.

Not that it matters at this point. I’m not being given the opportunity, and I won’t be in the future. How many football players do you know of that have written a novel? And I’m not talking about the millions of autobiographies. Exactly…

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People see what they want to see. They only view what’s on the surface, and they’re easy to fool. I let them see on the outside that I’m a successful businesswoman. My clothes are designer, my makeup flawless, and I live in a high-rise condo in Lennox Hills. They see perfection, not what lies beneath the surface. The real me, the one I keep hidden is a broken-hearted woman who uses the makeup to hide her tears. The expensive clothing covers a heart once shattered by love. The walls of my expensive home shelter a lonely woman who hides the fact that deep down she wants to be loved. A woman who is too scared to risk her fragile heart. For ten years, I’ve managed to hide behind the image of perfection. Only letting people see what’s on the surface. Until I ran into him. Now, every raw emotion, every shattered piece of my heart that I buried long ago is exposed outside the protective walls of my high-rise condo. No matter how hard I try, I can’t keep the walls from crumbling. He sees me beyond the image that I’ve created. He says he can handle what’s below the surface, but can I? On The Surface is book three in the Imperfect Love series but can be read as a complete standalone.
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Celeste

“Two weeks until I’m finally Mrs. Shaw.” Olivia squeals loud enough that the patrons sitting at the table next to us look over. Her hands clasp together in excitement as her eyes run along everyone at the table and land on her fiancé, Nicholas Shaw, who is known to most as the newly retired quarterback from the New York Brewers. To me, though, he’s my childhood best friend. Despite our four-year age difference, I’ve spent the last two decades following Nick around while he’s chased his dream of playing pro ball, and I’ve chased mine of becoming a model. There was even a short span of time when we almost got married—a stupid decision on both our parts, stemmed from a teenage pact in a moment of weakness.

Of course, that was all before he met Olivia, who swooped in with her sweet and adorable self and stole his heart—while simultaneously winning me over and becoming one of the few people I call a friend. She and Nick are expecting their second baby in September. Their son, Reed, is eighteen months old, and at home with his grandparents tonight.

In response to what Olivia says, Nick snakes his arm around her shoulders in a protective manner and pulls her into his side with a wide grin. His lips press against hers softly in a loving gesture, and I’m almost positive they’ve just given me a cavity from all the sweetness that’s radiating off them.

“Which means a bachelorette party is in order!” Olivia’s best friend, Giselle, states. She’s also pregnant—due in November—and someone I consider a friend. Her husband, Killian Blake—who is a receiver for the Brewers—also wraps his arm around his wife and pulls her in for a kiss. Only theirs is more intense, more passionate. I can’t help but watch as things between them become heated. It’s one of those kisses where you want to look away to give them their privacy, but you can’t stop watching. Yep! I’ve definitely got a cavity, maybe two. It isn’t until Nick clears his throat that they come up for air. Giselle’s face is bright red—not sure if it’s out of embarrassment over their public display of affection, or if she’s turned on—either way, she’s completely captivated by her husband.

“Oh, I don’t know.” Olivia’s nose scrunches up, and she shakes her head. “I’m half-baked.” She points to her protruding belly. “And you’re pregnant too.” She eyes Giselle. “The only person who’ll actually get to party is Celeste!” She laughs, shooting me a soft smile.

My gaze goes to my—and I use the term loosely—boyfriend, Chad Vacanti. Chad is forty-five years old and the VP for the investment banking firm he’s a partner in. We met at a function we were both attending and hit it off. Shortly after, I left for the UK to promote my clothing line that went international. Apparently, he had some business over there as well and reached out. We spent several weeks together—when we weren’t both working eighteen-hour days—and decided to keep things going when we returned. It’s worked out well for both of us—giving us someone to attend functions with and get lost in after long days of work. He’s a lot like me and knows the score, so there aren’t any hurt feelings. Chad’s nearly twenty years my senior, which is the way I prefer it. Older men tend to have their shit together and are far more mature than the guys my age.

“And it will stay that way,” I say with conviction in response to Olivia’s comment. Chad looks up from his phone as I finish saying the words, completely focused on work and having no clue what the conversation is about.

“What will stay what way?” he questions—apparently he’s somewhat good at multitasking—good to know he at least hears me when I speak.

“My getting pregnant.” His eyes go wide in fear, completely misunderstanding. “That I won’t be getting pregnant anytime soon,” I clarify, and he lets out a harsh sigh of relief, as if having a baby with me would be the absolute worst thing in the world. It’s not as if I would want to have kids with him—or with anyone for that matter—but Jesus, does he have to look so relieved?

Taking a bite of my shrimp salad, I try to ignore the four pairs of eyes staring at me—not including Chad’s, as his are already back on his phone. It’s no secret I’m the odd one out in our group of friends. Unlike Olivia and Giselle, who are both happily doing their part to add to the ever-growing human race, I have no desire to ever procreate. I have one goal in this life: to make something of myself. Which I happen to think I’m doing a damn good job at. I’ve learned over the years that independence is the key to a woman’s success. While Chad is decent in bed and someone I can talk business with, he’ll never be anything more than that. I don’t need him—or any man for that matter. I push back the thoughts of the one guy I allowed myself to need and how that turned out…with my heart broken and my future nearly destroyed.

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Total pages in book: 96
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Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)

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Going deep: In football it means running down the field for a long pass. You’re serious. Committed. Unstoppable. As a wide receiver, it’s a term I’m all too familiar with. It’s who I am, at least when it comes to my career. For the past decade, football has been the only thing I’ve allowed myself to commit to. That is until a beautiful, blue-eyed temptress steps into my limo to escort me to a charity function. She’s strong, independent, and quick witted. Everything I want in a woman. There’s just one problem. She’s not mine for the taking. But that’s not going to stop me from winning her heart. I’m in deep with this woman. I’m running down the field with my arms and heart open, ready for the catch. Now all I need is for her to throw the ball.
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Prologue

Giselle

“I know you’re cheating on me! Admit it!” Mom chucks a vase across the room at Dad, who doesn’t duck quick enough, and it hits his shoulder before it crashes onto the tiled floor, breaking into a million pieces. “I hate you!” she shouts with tears streaming down her cheeks. She turns around, her possessed eyes searching for another item to throw. My dad uses that moment as an opportunity to wrap his strong arms around her tiny, fragile body from the back. She kicks and screams, trying to get out of his hold, but he’s stronger. “Let go of me! I’m going to kill you! You’re such a piece of shit liar!”

Ignoring the hateful words she’s spewing, he pulls her down onto the couch as I pop the lid to one of her prescription bottles and shake out two pills. While he’s holding her down, I pry her mouth open and push the pills down her throat. She tries to gag, her manic gaze hitting me with so much hate, it sends chills racing up my spine. She continues to kick and thrash around while Dad holds her tight, waiting for the pills to make their way through her system and temporarily calm the beast inside her.

She was doing so well the past few months, I thought for sure this time the therapist got her meds right. She was so happy and cheerful. It was as if she was on cloud nine. Until she wasn’t. And now, once again, it seems we’re back to where we started.

Once Mom’s lids begin to droop, Dad lessens his hold on her, and my sister makes her presence known. “Is Mom okay?” she asks quietly, afraid if she speaks too loudly she might poke the beast, which in our many years of experience is never a good thing.

“She’s okay, Addy.” I cut across the room and pull my scared sister into a tight hug. When she was little and Mom would lash out, she would hide in her bedroom until one of us would come and get her. Now that Adrianna is older, she no longer hides. She’s too worried about our mom hurting herself or one of us. But because of how violent mom can get, Dad and I make her hang back while we get her under control.

“Dad, I think she needs to see a psychiatrist again,” I say to my father. “Her pills aren’t working. We can’t keep drugging her like this.” My eyes dart to my mother who is lying lifeless on the couch, still in my father’s arms. My heart breaks every time we have to sedate her, but we don’t have any choice. It’s either that or she will end up hurting one of us, and then when she wakes up and realizes what she did, she will sink even further into depression. It’s a shitty no-win situation.

Dad silently shakes his head in frustration as he lifts my mom and carries her to their bedroom. Once he comes back out, he grabs his briefcase and cell phone and heads toward the front door without saying a word. This is what he always does when she gets like this. Hides away at his office. Sometimes he’ll be gone for days at a time, but it’s pointless to call him out on it. He’s the only breadwinner in this family, which means we need him. He pays the bills and attempts to take care of our mom. And I love him, even if many days I also hate him. When he comes home and smells of another woman’s perfume, I want to smack him senseless, yet at the same time, I can understand why he does what he does. He’s married to a woman who is so far gone most days, he spends more time taking care of her than actually being with her. Their kisses have turned to tears, and their love that once upon a time shined through during even the darkest of days has been covered by a dark, black cloud that has been stagnant directly over our life for too many years.

“Dad,” I call out, refusing to let him run this time. We can’t keep doing this. “She needs help.”

“What do you want from me, Giselle?” he snaps. “Our insurance barely covers the appointments, let alone the medications. The doctor has tried every drug imaginable, and nothing fucking works. I’m doing the best I can.” And without waiting for my response, he’s out the door.

“I found this,” Adrianna says softly once the door has slammed shut. I turn around to see what she’s talking about, and in her hands is my acceptance letter to NYU Paris I received in the mail last month. The deadline to accept is coming up.

“How many times have I asked you not to go through my stuff?” I swipe the paper out of her hands. She frowns, and I immediately feel bad.

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