by N. A. Alcorn
What. The. Hell?
I jump off the couch and start sprinting down the hallway. I notice the lights are turned out in the master bedroom as I take two steps past the threshold. Warm hands reach out from the darkness and grab my waist spurring a loud shriek to whoosh out of lungs. My hand grips my chest and my heart pounds furiously underneath my palm.
“Holy shit! You motherfucker!” I take a deep breath, shaky breath. “You scared the crap out of me!” I slap my hand down against his chest.
James chuckles quietly at my dramatics.
“Screw you, buddy,” I say as I start to turn around to head for the door.
I’m stopped in my tracks when James grabs my arm, drawing me flush against him. His hands grip my waist and then launch my body onto his bed, my butt bouncing on the mattress.
“James!” I squeal in excitement. I was actually going for annoyance, but let’s be real here. This is exactly why I wanted to get him worked up.
He stalks towards me. “You might as well call into work now because you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.”
My chest heaves up and down in anticipation as he slides his body over mine, pushing me into the mattress. It’s an exquisitely wonderful feeling. His hands curve underneath me, cupping my ass and tugging me into his very un-limp, deliciously hard dick.
But before his lips reach mine, my cell phone rings loudly from the bedside. The ringtone I set for Lizzy noisily fills the dark bedroom. My eyes perk up, and James groans in frustration as he rests his forehead against mine.
“I need to get that,” I tell him.
James reluctantly leans away from me and I grab for my phone.
“While I’m on the phone, you should probably go ahead and be a good Boy Scout and grab a condom. The last thing I need is to get knocked up by your soup-can-cock special sauce.”
He shakes his head and barks out a laugh as I answer my phone.
“Lizzy! Where in the hell have you been? I’ve been demon-dialing you for the past twenty-four hours!” I shout into the receiver.
“Hi, Amy,” she greets with a laugh. “I’m sorry. I’ve been kind of busy.”
My brow creases in puzzlement as my ears try to register the sounds coming through her end of the line. “Where in the hell are you?” I ask immediately.
“Well…” She trails off hesitantly. “I’m out of town.”
I swear I can hear the sound of slot machines in background, but I’m sure my ears are deceiving me. There’s no way in hell Lizzy is in a casino right now. “Out of town? Where exactly did you go?”
James is now looking at me with curiosity. He knows I haven’t been able to get ahold of Lizzy for the past day. I’ve obviously been spending a lot of time at his apartment and haven’t really been to Lizzy’s and my place all that much, but when I stopped by yesterday, I was a little concerned. She wasn’t home or answering any of my text messages or phone calls. If I hadn’t heard from her soon, I was prepared to call the police and fill out a missing persons report.
“Uh…I’m in Nevada,” she answers nervously.
“Nevada?”
“I’m in Las Vegas.”
“LAS VEGAS!” I holler into the phone. “Why in the hell are you in Las Vegas? Were you kidnapped? Who are you there with? Oh my god! I’m coming to get you!”
I make eye contact with James’s wide-eyed expression. He mouths, “Las Vegas?” to me before his jaw nearly drops to the ground. This is so very unlike Lizzy, and both of us are more than shocked. I frantically nod my head to him in response.
“Slow down!” she responds instantaneously. “I’m not kidnapped. I willingly came here with someone last night.”
“Oh my god! You’ve been abducted by an alien, haven’t you? Go home E.T.! Go home! Leave my friend alone!” I wail noisily into the phone.
“Amy!” Lizzy tries to shout over my voice.
“I knew I should have gone to church more! You’ve been possessed, haven’t you? It’s not aliens… You’ve been possessed by a demon with a gambling addiction! The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ compels you! In the name of the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit! Amen!”
“AMY!” Lizzy cuts off my evangelical tirade and telephonic attempt at an exorcism before I can continue. “You need to calm the fuck down,” she demands sternly into the phone.
Hearing her drop the F-bomb stops me in my tracks, and I manage to pull myself together.
“Lizzy, why are you in Vegas? Does Ellen know about this?”
“No, Ellen doesn’t know. I’m not sure how I’m going to break the news to her.”
“News? What news?”
“I got married,” she whispers so quietly that I almost don’t think I heard her correctly.
“Did you just say married?” I ask in hopes that she’ll tell me I misunderstood what she said.
“Yes.”
I’m stunned into silence.
And James, well… He’s just as dumbfounded as I am.
After I get off the phone with Lizzy, I stand up from the bed and look over at James, who is still taken aback by my phone conversation. I can’t say I blame him. Lizzy is the last person I would ever expect to just up and run to Vegas to get married. So I do the only thing that seems logical in this moment…
“Pack your bags, James. We’re going to Vegas.”
THE END
Coming Soon from N.A. Alcorn…
Are you ready to hear Lizzy’s story?
Finding Lizzy Montgomery (Infamous Series #3)
Summer 2014
I just want to take a moment to thank you, the wonderful readers! You’re amazing and I am forever grateful to you for giving me a chance. Thank you for your support of Indie Authors. You rock and I hope you enjoyed Amy’s story just as much as I enjoyed writing it. I can’t wait to give you Lizzy’s story! I also have some other awesome projects in the works that are not a part of the Infamous Series and I can’t wait for you to read them! I truly hope you come back! –N.A.
About the Author
N.A. Alcorn is a wife, mother, labor and delivery nurse, writer, and blogger. She lives in Cincinnati with her husband and three-year-old son, Sid. In her spare time she enjoys reading, writing, running, and having inappropriate conversations with her blog besties. She also has a serious addiction to music and her all-time favorite bands are Incubus and The Neighbourhood. Her ability to eat an ungodly amount of Reese’s Cups in a fifteen minute time frame would quite literally blow your mind.
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Acknowledgments
THANK YOU
This book could not have been completed without the never ending support from my wonderful family and friends. You guys rock. You’ve picked me up more times than you probably even realized and for that, I will forever be thankful.
To my husband, Rob, the man who always seems to know the cure for a headache. Thank you for your endless love and support. It’s your turn to do the dishes.
To my mother, Belinda, the woman who nearly died while giving birth to me. (I’ve heard this story a thousand times) I love you and thank you for everything. It’s safe to say I inherited your dirty mind. P.S. Rob has made note of all the “new pages” you like on Facebook. I checked them out and I think you’ve got an eye for finding the perfect male cover model. I’ll be utilizing your keen ability for my next book cover.
I could not have done this without the support from some amazing bloggers.
Kat from Momma Romance, Natalee and Keelie from Read This Hear That, Mo from Fifty Cents Book Blog, Malory from Loverly’s Book Blog, Sandie Dee & Shannon from Book Boyfriend Reviews, Stephanie and Leslie at Mean Girls Luv Books, Beautiful ladies from Gutter Girls Book Reviews, Jen
from Back Off My Books, Juewelz from SMI Book Club…The list is endless and I am so thankful for all of the wonderful bloggers out there who tirelessly promote Indie Authors. I appreciate you more than you will ever truly know.
Indie Romance Author Chicks. My IRAC girls. You ladies are amazing and I am forever grateful I found you. I don’t think I could get through a day without our Tumblr page, inappropriate commentary, and positive encouragement. Paging Dr. Thumber! P.S. No one shall speak of the human ********* again.
MoMo- My writing soul mate. My long-distance partner in crime. My fucko. My labia face. My domestic partner in this journey we call authorship. “Would you like to learn what it feels like to…” Yeah, still haven’t forgotten that. I love you more than David Gandy.
Table of Contents
Copyright
Table of Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Epilogue
Coming Soon
Reader Information
About the Author
Acknowledgments
