Revenge, a teasing mind, a man with a secret sin? I want all of that! What about you, book buddies? Are you ready for BREAKING NOAH?
By: Missy Johnson & Ashley Suzanne
Releasing May 12, 2015
What happens when you start falling for your worst enemy? Fans of Abbi Glines and Monica Murphy will relish this addictive novel of smoking-hot seduction—and revenge gone so wrong, it’s right.
I wasn’t always this jaded. I had a clear head, things I wanted out of life, and a concise plan on how to get there. For being only twenty-one, I pretty much had it all figured out. Until the day my cousin died.
I spent months going over all the details surrounding her death, trying to figure out how I missed the signs, and the only thing I could come up with was she would still be alive if it wasn’t for one person: her professor. So I transferred to his college, enrolled in his class, and set my new plan in motion.
First I’ll seduce him. Then I’ll ruin him. I’ve just got to stay strong and not let his charm and my emotions get the best of me. Because someone has to pay for her death. If it’s the last thing I do, I’m going to break Noah.
ABOUT THE MASTERMINDS
Missy Johnson is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in a small town in Victoria, Australia, with her husband and her confused pets (a dog who thinks that she is a cat, a cat who thinks he is a dog . . . you get the picture). When she’s not writing, she can usually be found looking for something to read.
Ashley Suzanne has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a youngster, she was always creating stories and talking to her imaginary friends. Thankfully, her parents also carried this love of fiction, and helped her grow into the bestselling author she is today. When Ashley isn’t coming up with her next story, you'll most likely find her on the couch, telling her husband all about her new book boyfriend, or spending quality time with her two gremlins . . . er, adorable children.
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“It would be a shame if you left, Zara,” he says hurriedly. “You’re a very nice girl, one of my top students. I really do want to be your friend. Let me see if I can answer your question without overstepping the line. As long as we’re honest friends, this shouldn’t be a problem.”
“I promise, Mr. Bain. I just need someone to talk to—to figure out what I’m doing wrong. I moved here because Dillon wanted to take our relationship to the next level and I thought it was the right thing. I just don’t feel the same way about him anymore.” I pause for effect. “Being in college has made me question what I want in life, and I don’t think it’s him. I deserve better. I deserve a man who treats me like I’m the most important person in the world.”
“It seems that this Dillon kid is a bit of a tool. You’re a beautiful girl, Zara, and you shouldn’t tie yourself down so early in life. Shit, I’m almost twenty-seven and I’m not married.”
“You have a girlfriend, though, right?”
“And do you think you want to be with her forever?”
“I’m not sure,” he answers honestly, his tone troubled and distraught. “I don’t think so. It’s kind of like you and Dillon. Something’s missing, I’m just not sure what.”
I’m what’s missing. Open up a little more, Noah. Just let me in. Then . . . Check. Mate.
“If you were a girl, I’d say you were probably missing the orgasm,” I joke, and he chokes on the other end of the phone.
Laughing hysterically, he tries to contain himself enough to talk, but every time he begins to speak, he starts laughing again.
“It’s not really that funny, Mr. Bain,” I pout.
“Okay, two things,” he manages to get out between chuckling. “First, when we’re acting as friends, you may call me Noah. It sounds really weird being this formal on the phone. And finally, you’re far too smart for a girl your age. There are certain things a young woman shouldn’t know, and having a terrible relationship due to lack of orgasms is one of them.”
“Lack of orgasms is a huge problem in our society, Noah. A woman will do just about anything to reach that perfect, euphoric place. That’s why we get all crazy and shit . . . It’s because we’re having lousy sex.”
“You’re still too young to know these things.” He chuckles again.
“I’m old enough to know that I’ve had more sex in the last month than in my entire life and I’m feeling rather crazy.”
“Because you’re not getting your orgasms? Are you sure it’s not because it’s that time of the month?” he jokes.
“I promise. If I was having great, mind-blowing sex, I’d be in a much better mood.”
“There will be plenty of boys in your future that will help you fix that problem. For now you should just worry about getting through this semester. You probably should get to sleep. Classes in the morning and all,” he says, trying to change the subject.
“It was really nice talking to you, Noah. Thanks for being a friend.”
“I’m always here. Anything you need, just let me know.” I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it, but all I can think is he just offered me an orgasm. The image of us rolling around in the sheets, hot and sweaty, our bodies connected, invades my senses and my aroused state only gets worse as I think about him. On me, in me, touching me.
Stop it. Don’t let him in like this. Cat and mouse. You have to win.
“Look, I gotta go. I’m sorry for bothering you.” I end the call and sit up. My heart is racing as I wipe my sweaty palms on my robe. He’s getting to me and I have no idea why. I have to remain in control, because right now that’s all I have. I reach for my phone again and tap out a message.
Me: Thanks Noah. Just talking to you made me feel loads better.
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