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January Thaw
January Thaw
January Thaw
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Thatcher knows exactly what is expected of him. Good grades, good job, good wife. He’s supposed to check off the boxes to get the perfect life. Too bad he’s fallen for Peter, the big strong basketball star that can reduce him to a babbling, rock hard mess just by holding him down. It’s also too bad that Thatcher’s about to go too far to hide Peter, and Peter’s about to teach him what happens when he does.

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Release dateNov 27, 2013
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    January Thaw - Lilith Duvalier

    Published by Evernight Publishing at Smashwords

    www.evernightpublishing.com

    Copyright© 2013 Lilith Duvalier

    ISBN: 978-1-77130-645-4

    Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

    Editor: Avril Ashton

    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

    This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    JANUARY THAW

    Romance on the Go

    Lilith Duvalier

    Copyright © 2013

    It wasn’t supposed to have been this hard. None of it was supposed to have been this hard.

    After crying over his first and only C+ back in the third grade because he hadn’t understood long division right away, Thatcher began working on the The Plan. The Plan had matured as he did. Study hard, go to college, marry a pretty girl and become a dolphin trainer had, over the years, metamorphosed. It became Take enough AP classes to make up at least one semester at the University of Minnesota. Never drink anything but beer or wine. Graduate summa cum laude. Take a year off and get married. Graduate from William Mitchell, and have the first kid on the way by twenty-nine.

    It was everything that was expected of him. Everything he knew he could achieve. Everything he’d been told would give him the life he was supposed to have.

    But now it’s the beginning of his second semester of college, he’s had two mixed drinks already, and he hasn’t even been at the party that long. He can feel the way his socks are sticking to the filthy linoleum kitchen floor, and he’s kissing Cassandra Demont in front of a crowd of people way drunker than he is.

    He feels like he’s failed at all of it.

    She smells like talc and hair spray, and tastes like rum and maraschino cherries. Her hands clench into his sides and the points of her long nails dig through his t-shirt. None of those are the smells, tastes, or sensations he’s come to associate with being deep enough in love to consider abandoning The Plan over the last few months.

    He wishes this wasn’t happening anymore. He’s not sure why it seemed like a good idea to kiss her back ten seconds ago.

    Cassandra pulls back for air, and Thatcher sees the people around them differently than he did before her lips pressed, uninvited, against his.

    Ethan, his best friend, who he’s been lying to too often, is watching him as though maybe he’s a little bit relieved. Charlotte, Ethan’s girlfriend, is pursing her lips so tightly Thatcher can see the whiteness between them. She’s already mid eye roll. Her disapproval clings to her like condensation to a glass.

    And Peter… Thatcher isn’t even sure what to think of the look on his face.

    Thatcher laughs, unsure of what else to do, and very, very aware that, though sober he is not, he is still not drunk enough to be kissing some random girl in front of all these people. Cassandra grips him tighter and pulls him back in. He ducks his head

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