Can't Go Home
Everyone has secrets; secrets meant to be kept—hidden away where nobody can discover the truth. Adrian O’Donnell (aka: Dre Donley) is no exception. Dre spins tales and half-truths like it’s his job, keeping the reality of his past buried deep within each lie he fabricates. On the other hand, Kathryn Howell is the exception to the rule. She’s a straight-shooter, a tell-it-like-it-is, no filter kind of girl. Kathryn’s honesty and straightforwardness is the ultimate turn on for a guy like Dre. He’s never met someone so sincere, so full of truth and innocence. Their chemistry is unavoidable, their connection, magnetic. When Dre sets out to make Kathryn fall for him, he doesn’t realize the grave mistake he’s making. Kathryn’s strength and convictions do not falter, even for an irresistible man like Dre. When his past resurfaces, and the lies come tumbling forth, Kathryn must decide if his deceit and betrayal can be forgiven or if the damage is irreparable. Will the truth ultimately destroy the relationship that neither one of them could deny or even attempt to resist?
This novel is for mature readers only, due to language and sexual content.
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“How many women have just full out
fallen for this whole mysterious, sexy stranger thing?” she asks again.
“You think I’m sexy?” I inquire,
raising my brows.
Kathryn leans over, grabs her
purse, and takes out a small mirror.
Opening the case, she holds it in front of me, and says, “I had no idea
you didn’t own one of these. This is a
mirror. Mirror. Take a look.” She shakes the mirror in front of me. “People
pay big bucks to look like you, Casanova.”
Kathryn retracts the mirror, closes
the case, and stirs more sweetener into her unsweetened tea. The whole time, I
am staring dumbfounded at her. This is not the type of girl I’m used to. Kathryn is straightforward, honest, and as
intriguing as Hell.
Before I can answer, she says, “So,
why’re you pulling out the big guns on me?”
She takes a sip of her tea, frowns, and adds in straight sugar this
time. After tasting it again and
grimacing, she calls the server over and orders a large sweet tea. Now that’s
some funny shit. There are no false
pretenses with this woman.
The server glances at her briefly,
looks at me, and says, “We have the sweetest tea here; it just melts on your
tongue. It really whets your appetite.”
Then she licks her lips and leans over, smiling at me, giving my line of
vision a direct assault on her cleavage.
Kathryn begins laughing, loudly
with a snort, and says, “Sweetie, it’s liquid.
It doesn’t have to melt. And it’s
wet, so it’s going to wet anything it touches.”
Kathryn shakes her head, takes a
deep breath, exhales, and says, “Write your number on the check when we leave,
and make sure to put a big heart over whatever “i” is in your name, but for the
love of God, please keep your panties on until I leave.”
The waitress leaves quickly and a
few moments later a different server returns, dropping off her sweet tea
quickly and quietly. I’m not sure what
is happening, but I can feel myself being captivated by this woman. I’m tempted to ask her if she even knows the
definitions of demure, dainty, or coy, because she is none of those
things. But yet, she is the most
“womanly” woman I’ve ever encountered.
20 Fun Facts
ABOUT
Angelisa Denise Stone
1.
The first time I kissed a boy with tongue in
fifth grade, I bit his lip and drew blood.
No boys would kiss me for two more years after that elementary school
debacle.
2.
I auditioned and got a part in a drinking and
driving documentary when I was in high school.
I was 14 at the time. During the
filming, the movie production people allowed all the kids to drink to make it
“seem real.” I freaked out, cried, and
called my mom to come get me. She went off
“Old School Italian” style on those people.
3.
My friend invited me to a DEF LEPPARD concert
when I was in 9th grade; her parents had a suite. I didn’t know who Def Leppard was, but I was
certain my outfit was perfect for a concert:
white ruffle skirt, white turtleneck, red cardigan, white bobby socks,
and boat shoes. Needless to say, I did
not fit in AT ALL.
4.
In 10th grade, a boy I worked with
showed up at work and told me that he bought me two tickets to see New Kids on
the Block. I was ecstatic, jumped up and
down, freaking out. I took the tickets
and called my best friend to tell her all about how we were going to the
concert. It was months later when
another co-worker told me that the guy intended to take me AS A DATE. I had no
idea. Instead, I took the tickets and took my friend to the concert.
5.
In fifth grade, I almost got suspended for
biting a boy’s butt. In my defense, he
pushed me down in the snow and sat on my head.
{Ps. I have a problem with biting
things.}
6.
When I was in college, my suitemates and I
decided that we were going to “make our mark” on our campus. They were putting in new concrete outside of
one of the buildings. We dressed all in
black and went out in the middle of the night to “stamp” our footprints and
initials in the pavement. We were so
excited, counted to three to all do it together, only to discover that it was
already dry. Who the hell knew concrete
dried that quickly?
7.
When I was in seventh grade, I spent the night
at my best friend’s house. In the middle
of the night, I went to the bathroom and realized that I started my period for
the very first time. Since everyone was
asleep, I sat there crying, not having any idea what to do, staring at my
ruined underwear. Suddenly, her dad
walked in completely NAKED!!!
Mortifying. I couldn’t go back to
her house for at least another year.
8.
I was on a skyline that travels the length of an
amusement park and one of the cars fell to the ground. (Not the one I was on.) We had to jump off to the ground at the
lowest point.
9.
I love to go water-skiing. However, I’ve never actually gotten up on
skis. I just love trying. I can’t keep my legs together. (“That’s what she said.”)
10. I
went snow skiing once and got a concussion and never went again. My friends convinced me that I didn’t need
those silly lessons, so I skipped them.
The first time down the hill, I was heading straight for the ski-lift
pole. I didn’t know how to turn. I figured it must be like roller-skating and
to turn when roller-skating you just cross one leg over the other. It is NOT like roller-skating and crossing
your legs/skis is not a good idea…said the paramedic in the ambulance.
11. I
don’t like zoos. I don’t want to look at
anything. They’re so boring. I want to
ride the animals. Whenever a zoo opens
up that lets me ride around in the pouch of a kangaroo or slide down a giraffe’s
neck, I am there!
12. I
do not understand the hype of the following things: French fries, pizza, and coffee. I could live 1000 years without any of them.
13. I
don’t understand when to punt and when not to punt in football.
14. I
was student council president in high school and won unanimously. Actually, everyone forgot there was a meeting
that day, and only five of my friends and I showed up to the meeting, so I won.
15. The
second I step foot in a hospital I find a box of latex gloves and wear a pair
the whole time I’m there. Germs are
disgusting.
16. I’m
a terrible driver. I’ve wrecked every
side of my car—always my fault—usually hitting a stationery object.
17. I
have three tattoos.
18. I’ve
had NINE surgeries.
19. I’ve
been in TEN weddings—counting my own.
It really doesn’t pay to be everyone’s “best friend.” Actually, you’re the one who ends up
paying—for a lot of damn hideous-looking dresses.
20. I won a creative writing contest in 1987. I didn’t pick up writing again until a few
years ago.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Who is Angelisa
Stone?
Angelisa Stone is a typical Midwestern wife and mom,
frazzled by parenting and housework, and overwhelmed with sports schedules,
doctor appointments, and three-dimensional creative projects due “tomorrow
morning.” Angelisa dreams of white sandy
beaches, clear-blue waters, and Midori coladas in hand, but realizes that her
loving husband and four not-so-perfect children are her real
dreams-come-true. Writing and reading
are her passions, and she hopes (and prays with her fingers tightly crossed)
that readers will find enjoyment and escape through her words and
characters.
Email Angelisa for fun chatter and banter, giggles and
chuckles: angelisaauthor@gmail.com
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