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﻿<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>A Redo (Sterling Shore #6)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/c-m-owens">C.M. Owens</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>ISBN/ ASIN:</strong></td>    <td><h6>B00XMKOH2W</h6></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
Allie Thrash <br />
Wren Prize is the asshole who got me pregnant seven years ago. And gave me a false name. And walked out of the hotel without a backward glance. Sure, I know I wanted to have sex just as much as he did, but I didn't want to be tossed aside like garbage the second it was done. I also wasn't planning to get pregnant. <br />
Now, after seven years of hating the jerk, I'm living in his city, because it's a small world and I found him by accident. Yes, I realize how crazy that must sound, but my luck is just that bad. The problem is, the Wren Prize of today is not the Wren Prize I've envisioned castrating all this time. And I hate that I can't hate him the way he deserves to be hated. In fact, I'm terrified I might just be stupid enough to be falling for him. <br />
<br />
Wren Prize <br />
A daughter. I have a daughter. And I've missed over six years of her life because I decided to go for the world's biggest jerk award. I'm supposed to be the cool-headed one, the mature one, the one everyone goes to for advice. Yet I'm the one who fucked up the most. Sadly, I don't even remember that night. Too much fun, too much sun, and way too much booze. <br />
It's hard to ask for a second chance when you don't even remember the first chance you had. And every time I'm around Allie, even when she's casting me glares that prove she wants me dead, I can't help but wonder what that night was like. Well, what it was like before I ruined her.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/sterling-shore-series-by-c-m-owens">Sterling Shore Series by C.M. Owens</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/c-m-owens">C.M. Owens Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Chapter 1<br><br>ALLIE<br><br>Three months ago…<br><br>Hey, Wren, it’s me—the girl you fucked in Cancun seven years ago. By the way, you have a six-year-old daughter because of that night. I couldn’t tell you then because you left me with a fake name, you asshole. But now I’m telling you. Even though I hate the very sight of you, you still need to be a father because Angel deserves one.<br />
<br />
Yeah… That’s probably not the way I need to tell him about my… I mean, our daughter.<br />
<br />
Calm, Allie. Calm.<br />
<br />
I groan while tossing the lettuce into the shopping cart, wishing there was a manual to tell me what to do. Do they have brochures for this screwed-up situation? Doubtful. Only my luck can be this bad.<br />
<br />
For months I’ve been stewing over what to do since I found him by fluke.<br />
<br />
I never thought I’d find him, and now I’m living in his city. How can I speak to him? What should I do?<br />
<br />
On one hand, I should be an adult. I know that night wasn’t supposed to turn out like it did, and he didn’t deliberately impregnate me.<br />
<br />
On the other hand, I can’t help but loathe the very sight of him. And the bastard did give me a fake name!<br />
<br />
Abhorrent as his actions were, I’m even more disgusted with myself for just jumping into bed with a guy that I only knew for a few hours. What did I expect?<br />
<br />
No. I won’t shoulder this blame. I won’t. I refuse. I might have made a poor decision, but he made a worse one by lying about his name.<br />
<br />
I would have contacted him immediately if I could have. Stupid, jackass liar. When did my life get even more complicated than it already was?<br />
<br />
And Angel is caught right in the middle of our bad decisions. It’s not her fault, and I don’t have the right to deprive her of a father just because of my own pride and hurt.<br />
<br />
As I move down the canned food aisle, I start running through everything that could go wrong. What if he wants to try and take her away from me? What if he breaks her heart? What if he doesn’t want anything to do with her? What if…<br />
<br />
Shit. I forgot to grab juice.<br />
<br />
Abandoning my shopping cart in the aisle, I jog back to the end to grab the juice, but I slam into a hard body before I ever even get close.<br />
<br />
“Holy shit!” I gasp when I start to fall, but strong arms wrap around me, tugging me toward that incredibly warm, strong body that I’ve just collided with.<br />
<br />
“Easy now. Are you okay?” a soft, deep, almost familiar voice asks.<br />
<br />
My body tingles against his touch, and I mentally count the days since I last enjoyed someone’s touch this much… Shit. I can’t count that far. Especially when I’m distracted by the strong chest in front of my eyes. Even though he’s wearing a shirt, I can see lines of muscle, and I have to stop myself from running a hand up the stranger’s body.<br />
<br />
What the hell?<br />
<br />
A strong, masculine scent mixed with some delicious cologne winds around me, and I get lost in two sensations—touch and smell.<br />
<br />
I’ve lost my mind, and I apparently miss sex more than I realized.<br />
<br />
“You okay?” the voice prompts again, and I finally peer up from his chest, looking at him from under my lashes.<br />
<br />
A subtle hint of sexy stubble lines the strong jaw above me. I normally don’t like facial hair, but that jaw has me seriously reconsidering my stance. The second I take in his face, my color drains, my body stiffens, and my breathing stops.<br />
<br />
This world can’t be that small. It’s not possible.<br />
<br />
“Should I get some help?” he asks, concerned, and my gaze lingers on his lips.<br />
<br />
“I’m fine,” I breathe, even though I’m not fine at all.<br />
<br />
This can’t be real. He’ll remember me any second now, and I can’t seem to put words together to explain things before he gets the wrong idea.<br />
<br />
He continues holding me against him, tipping my chin up, and my breath catches in my throat when he gives me an easy grin. How can the snake look so tempting when I’ve felt the brutal sting of his venomous bite before?<br />
<br />
“I’m Wren,” he says, that smug look of his irritating me now.<br />
<br />
“We’ve met,” I say bitterly, stepping back. Okay… so stepping is not so easy. It’s more of a wobble.<br />
<br />
Internally, I curse my legs for turning to rubber.<br />
<br />
“Is that so?” he asks, smiling bigger while propping up. “I doubt it. There’s no way I would have forgotten you. What’s your name?”<br />
<br />
He’s kidding, right?<br />
<br />
“Allie,” I say with a tense jaw, glaring at the bastard who continues to smile, seeming unaware of the fantasies running through my mind—fantasies of castration and throat punching, not dirty fantasies. Nothing dirty at all.<br />
<br />
You hate him, Allie. Don’t get fooled again by the skin.<br />
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RUBY KROSS <br />
Who is Corbin Sterling to me? That's what people always want to know. He was my first friend. He was the love of my life. And he was my only heartbreak. The problem is that I love the big jerk, and I've refused to give up our friendship, even if it does mean it'll eventually ruin me. So, to answer the question... Corbin Fucking Sterling is the Bane of my existence; that's what he is. <br />
<br />
CORBIN STERLING <br />
People tell you to learn from your mistakes, but the problem isn't learning from them; it's undoing them. I wish I could go back and undo a lot of shit. Maybe then I wouldn't feel tortured every time Ruby calls me her "best friend." <br />
This might be the last chance I have to make everything right, but she's sure as hell not going to make it easy. The games we play will either finally stop, or turn into what I've always wanted. This time I won't fuck it up. Hopefully. <br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/sterling-shore-series-by-c-m-owens">Sterling Shore Series by C.M. Owens</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/c-m-owens">C.M. Owens Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>CHAPTER 1<br><br>RUBY<br><br>The bell chimes over the entryway, and reflexively my eyes move up to see who has just walked in. I immediately regret having reflexes.<br />
<br />
The second I see him, my body has all the usual reactions. My heart flutters, my body tenses, my mouth waters, and… oh yeah… I get a slight fever. It’s like I revert back to feeling like an unsure teenage girl instead a confident woman. Sad, huh?<br />
<br />
But it happens every time I see him.<br />
<br />
Corbin Fucking Sterling.<br />
<br />
His long, jean-clad legs slowly reduce the distance between us, as he saunters toward me with a walk that has everyone in the shop turning to take notice. Women immediately start drooling, forgetting there’s a permanent stretch of ink getting tattooed on their bodies when they try to twist around to get a better view.<br />
<br />
I pause the tattoo I’m working on, considering I’m hella distracted. The woman in my chair turns around, and a surprised breath leaves her lips, making me envious since my breath is trapped in my throat.<br />
<br />
Corbin smirks, reveling in the attention he always garners. His T-shirt is stretched across his broad shoulders and expansive chest. His tall body is sculpted like a work of sexy art, and he knows it.<br />
<br />
He’s the only guy with longer hair that I’ve ever been attracted to. The dark, soft, straight, silk-like strands hang almost to his shoulders, and I try not to think back to the times my fingers have been tangled in that hair.<br />
<br />
His amber eyes stay trained on me, determination pooling in their depths. Those lips that I know too well are still fixed in that cocky smirk, and a shaky breath finally expels from my lungs before I suffocate.<br />
<br />
He has that much power over me even after all these years. Moving back to Sterling Shore might have been the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. I thought I could handle it, but now… I’m not so sure.<br />
<br />
Swallowing against the knot in my throat, I force my eyes away, returning them to the task at hand. I look down and finish buzzing the final touches on the woman’s tattoo, making the small wings on her hip come to life.<br />
<br />
“I’m Sarah,” the woman in the chair tells Corbin, whose shadow has engulfed me. I refuse to look at him, knowing he’s hovering over me now. If I had to guess, I’d put money on the fact he’s still wearing that trademark smirk of his.<br />
<br />
“Corbin,” he says absently, sounding amused as I continue to pretend as though he doesn’t exist.<br />
<br />
I glance up as the woman’s mouth goes slack, her wheels turning as she places his face.<br />
<br />
“Sterling?” she shrieks. “You’re Corbin Sterling?”<br />
<br />
In Sterling Shore, all Sterlings are royalty. As if they need anything else to make them more desirable.<br />
<br />
Stupid Corbin. Stupid city. Stupid woman who won’t sit still.<br />
<br />
“I’m almost done,” I tell her, trying not to let my irritation show. “Just a few more seconds.”<br />
<br />
She freezes, but I know she’s completely unaware of what I’m doing. Without looking, I know she’s gawking at Corbin, just like every other woman in here. And the men are probably looking, too.<br />
<br />
“Are… um… you… um…” Sarah seems to be unable to form a full sentence. I know her pain. I’ve just trained my mouth to work around him—when I’m not ignoring the dickhead.<br />
<br />
“I’m here to see Ruby,” he tells her, a smile in his voice.<br />
<br />
He’s standing too close, and I can smell his spicy mix of cologne that has me on the verge of moaning and wishing I could pull him close just to inhale him deeper.<br />
<br />
“You?” Sarah asks, looking down at me as though she’s horrified of such a thought.<br />
<br />
Sure, I don’t look like a Sterling Barbie doll. Never have. It’s one of the reasons I was happy to leave this town. But this place has always been home despite its shallow ways.<br />
<br />
“I’m Ruby,” I tell her, rolling my eyes when her nose crinkles.<br />
<br />
This is my shop, or doesn’t she know that? I’ll gladly kick her out if she tries to insult me.<br />
<br />
She looks like the perfect girl for a model shoot, and I just added a dainty set of happy wings on her hip to add to her pretty features. Her platinum blonde hair is a stark contrast to my darker, almost black hair. Her perfectly smooth tan is much darker than my lighter one that is full of random tan lines.<br />
<br />
She’s built like a playboy centerfold with a bursting chest, and I don’t bother glancing down at my far less impressive bra size. Even though her eyes immediately go there, probably wondering if I fill out a C cup, or if I’m still in a B. I make a C work, dammit.<br />
<br />
“Are you two together?” Sarah asks, offending me with the disbelief in her tone.<br />
<br />
Her eyes roam down my inked arms, taking in the colorful pops of various blue flowers on one arm and red roses on the other, even though she doesn’t ask what they mean. Her eyes drift to the neckline of my tank top, moving over the vine that just touches the base of my neck from my shoulder.<br />
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