Cat
Porter
Random
& Rare (Lock & Key #2)
3/10/2015
Blurb:
I am that gash in her soul.
Once I loved Grace, really loved her.
And she loved me, and it was so fucking beautiful.
Once.
That pendulum swings to and fro.
We’re here,
and then we’re—
No.
How can that rare beautiful be rendered irrelevant, intangible when I still feel so damn much?
Does all that energy, that glory, that significance simply dissolve?
Turn to smoke?
To nothing?
It can’t. It just can’t.
Are the moments that shape us absolutely random?
Is time not fluid?
I made promises to them, to her.
Especially to her.
Promises I still burn to keep.
Once I loved Grace, really loved her.
And she loved me, and it was so fucking beautiful.
Once.
That pendulum swings to and fro.
We’re here,
and then we’re—
No.
How can that rare beautiful be rendered irrelevant, intangible when I still feel so damn much?
Does all that energy, that glory, that significance simply dissolve?
Turn to smoke?
To nothing?
It can’t. It just can’t.
Are the moments that shape us absolutely random?
Is time not fluid?
I made promises to them, to her.
Especially to her.
Promises I still burn to keep.
Excerpt #1
“Hey you.”
Lissa’s voice piped up behind me stopping me in my tracks.
Ah, fuck.
“Hey.”
“Haven’t
seen you around in a while.”
“Busy. Got
married. Life.”
Glasses
thunked on the bar top, and stools shuffled behind me.
Lissa’s
thin eyebrows shot up for a second. “Oh. Right.”
“Yep.”
She punched
out a hip and smirked. “And how’s that going?”
“Who wants
to know?” Grace suddenly stood next to me, her eyes piercing Lissa.
“Uh…”
Grace
inclined her head. “Who are you?” she slowly uttered the words.
Oh, she
wasn’t asking for Lissa’s name. She was asking a deeper metaphysical question.
“I’m Li—”
“And I
don’t care,” Grace practically snarled. “This is my old man. He’s not yours.
Not yours to touch, kiss, lick, suck, strip for, dance for, tease, nor does he
light your fucking cigarettes or buy you a drink. Ever.”
Lissa
gulped, her eyes wide, her body motionless.
Grace
turned to her BFFs standing on my other side. “Did I miss anything?”
“No,
honey,” Dee replied. “You got it.”
Grace
turned back to Lissa. “Did that register, or should I go over that one more
time for you to make sure?”
Speechless.
I was
transfixed.
“No, I-I
got it,” Lissa mumbled.
“Let me
know if you need a review of these basics because you cross those lines again,
any of them, in any fucking way, large or small—ever—there will be serious
repercussions for you.” Grace leaned into Lissa. Her stance wide, my old lady
looked larger than life. My cock stiffened against my jeans.
“Did you
hear that, bitch?” Alicia said, her face twisting in a nasty sneer.
“Got it. Yeah,
sorry.” Lissa glanced at me.
Mistake.
Grace
leaned in closer, her hand gripping Lissa’s chin. “Honey, I get that bikers do
it for you. But this particular biker is mine. All fucking mine, head to toe,
inside and out. So fuck off. Got that?”
Grace released
Lissa’s chin, and Lissa stiffly and slowly nodded her head, like a toy robot on
its last charge of battery power.
“Yeah,
that’s right.” Dee let out a throaty dark laugh.
“I know
you’ve been trying your damnedest for the longest time. I’ve been watching. But
he is not going to be tapping that ass of yours. Not ever. Get the fuck out of
my bar, and do not come back.” Grace was still, focused like a stealthy cobra
calmly waiting in between strikes.
“Okay,”
Lissa mumbled as she teetered away.
“Tommy!”
Grace shouted to one of her bouncers at the door.
Tommy’s
bodybuilding bulk towered before Lissa. His eyes flicked over her. “What’s up,
Mrs. Q?”
“This girl
needs to be escorted out of our bar, and she’s not allowed back in. Got that?”
“Got it.”
He glared at Lissa. “Let’s go.”
Lissa
plodded after Tommy toward the front door.
“Lissa?”
Two girls screeched and bustled at the other end of the bar. “Lissa? What’s
going on? Where are you going? Wait up!”
Grace
scowled at me, her hands digging into her waist. “Sprite!” she snapped.
I nodded as
I rounded the bar top. She grabbed my arm as I brushed past her.
Her big
greenish eyes flashed at me. “My office when you’re done, and be prepared to
get on your knees.”
My breath
stalled.
I fixed
that soda gun within four minutes, strode into the office, and made sure the
door behind me was locked.
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About the Lock &
Key Series:
Lock
& Key (Lock & Key #1)
I suppose some of us have to get really dirty before we can become truly clean.
I was allegedly South Dakota’s most famous old lady.
Sixteen years ago I survived my old man’s murder
Never again.
Never again will I surrender my heart.
Never again will I sacrifice to the Club.
But that all changed in one night.
I came home and crashed into him,
and my past and present blew up in my face.
Both of us lonely, running on empty, and unwilling to admit it.
Until now.
Now I feel things I’d forgotten about, want things I’d cut out of my insides.
Love not only stings when you lose it, when it’s ripped away from you.
When it first sinks its teeth in you, it can cut just as raw and sting just as deep.
I’d forgotten that.
Who holds the keys to betrayal? To suspicion? To trust?
To brotherhood? To family?
To redemption and a bleeding heart?
Right now, I just might.
Warning: This work of fiction contains graphic language, sex, and material some readers may find objectionable.
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About the Author:
Cat Porter was born and raised in New York City, but also
spent a few years in Europe and Texas along the way. As an introverted, only
child, she had very big, but very secret dreams for herself. She graduated from
Vassar College, was a struggling actress, an art gallery girl, special events
planner, freelance writer, restaurant hostess and had all sorts of other crazy
jobs all hours of the day and night to help make her dreams come true. She has
two children’s books traditionally published under her maiden name. She now
lives in Athens, Greece with her husband and three children, and freaks out
regularly and still daydreams way too much. She is addicted to the History
Channel, her iPad, her husband’s homemade red wine, really dark chocolate, and
her Nespresso coffee machine. Writing keeps her somewhat sane, extremely happy,
and a productive member of society.
Website:
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