I’m continuing with my three days of Zoe and her hot, hunky, totally tripped out (as in triplets!) Outlaw series, so be sure to check out yesterday’s post on A Perfect Mess and return tomorrow for A Perfect Dilemma, her third book and my review!
Next up is A Perfect Mistake where the Boone Swoon swamped good girl, Verity Fairchild, the goody-two-shoes preacher’s daughter that harbored an agonizing secret that would rock Boone to the very core of his soul. Harbored a desperate crush on the most reckless Outlaw of the bunch, a lost boy who had found himself by sheer guts. If only she had the courage to tell him what really had happened at that Graduation Party. Little did she know that Boone would take her beyond what she thought she could ever be, give her the courage that she needed to take control of a life she had never lived. Until Boone woke her up and took her under.
How can they have a future when their past is based on a lie?
The perfect preacher’s daughter, Verity Fairchild, has something that only she and God know about and she wants to keep it that way. Her mistake was easy to keep secret when she was out of town, but now that she’s come back to Hope Parish for the summer, she comes face-to-face with the guy responsible for it all. Boone Outlaw nearly ruined everything for her and despite the fact that he’s now working at her father’s church, she’s determined to stay as far away from him as possible.
Boone Outlaw doesn’t understand Verity’s anger towards him. He barely knows her. In high school she was Holy Mary Verity and she was off limits – except in his dreams where Verity seems way too real. Most of the time he was wasted in high school, not the type of boy Verity would ever look at twice, but he can’t shake the feeling that something might have happened between them. He’s going to break his own rules to get the answers he needs straight from Verity.
What will Verity do when she finds something in Boone that she never knew existed and her perfect mistake is the only thing that could stand between them and their happiness? Will she sacrifice Boone to keep her secret?
“Why are you pissed off at me?”
I stared straight ahead. I just wanted him to get out and leave me alone. “Thanks for fixing my tire, but I’ve got ice cream in the back seat for the church social and I have to get it home.” My voice was not at all sincere. It was flat, the anger coloring it even though I tried to play it cool. All I had to do was get through this summer with my parents, break the news to them about my plans, and blow out of Suttontowne like it was nothing but a bad memory.
He just stared at me for what felt like an eternity.
“What the fuck? You aren’t going to tell me, are you?”
“I’m not angry at you,” I said like an idiot. It was obvious that I was madder than hell at him. He was intelligent and perceptive. Of course he knew I was lying through my teeth.
His black, wet hair clung to his forehead. A frisson of heat settled in my gut as I watched out of the corner of my eye as droplets of water slipped over his finely formed lips. His t-shirt clung to his hard chest, his skin glistening, and I could see the muscles delineated there.
The tension in the car shifted and my eyes fused to his. His chest heaved and I found that my breathing went shallow.
“I didn’t take you for a liar.”
No, he only took me past the danger zone. I said nothing. I had too much to say and it was all trapped in my throat, in my chest, and in my heart.
He swore softly, pulling his eyes away from me and dropping his chin. All of a sudden and completely against my will, I had the urge—no the craving—to reach over and run my fingers through all that wet, tumbled mess of midnight black. Tears pricked my eyes and I promised myself, again, I wouldn’t shed one more tear over Boone.
“Nothing and no one in this town ever changes,” he growled under his breath. He opened the passenger door and glared at me again. “You would think I’d be used to it by now.” He pushed out of the seat and stood in the rain, giving me such a heartbreaking look, my tears gathered anyway. I couldn’t help but be affected.
He turned then, slamming the door and stalking away. I watched him in my rearview mirror as he kicked dirt and stones on the side of the road, got back into his truck and peeled off.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever had possessed my daddy to hire Boone? It would have been so much easier not to be forced to see him every damn day.
Tears slipped down my cheeks. I guess my promise to myself was broken. For a split second I remembered Boone at that party, and guilt and shame washed through me.
Boone Outlaw ruined my life. There wasn’t any way I was going to cut him any slack.
Zoe Dawson is the alter ego of Karen Anders, award winning, multi-published author. Her writing journey started with poetry and branched out into fiction. With a couple of college English courses under her belt, she penned a historical, then moved onto contemporary romance fiction. Today, she is happy producing romantic suspense, romantic mystery, urban fantasy and paranormal novels. The words feed her soul and the happily ever afters feed her heart.