Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | The Crush |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Penelope Ward |
| Language: | English |
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From New York Times bestselling author Penelope Ward, comes a new standalone, second-chance story of forbidden love… It’s natural to want the one you can’t have. And for as long as I could remember, I’d secretly wanted my brother’s best friend, Jace. He was six years older and always treated me like the sister he never had. Fast forward a decade. We were all in our twenties now. Jace had moved in with my brother, Nathan, and me to help us make ends meet after our parents died. It was just the three of us—an odd family dynamic. Living under our roof, Jace was as bossy and protective as ever. But he certainly didn’t look at me like a sister anymore. That was what made things so complicated. I was pretty much hot and bothered twenty-four-seven. And he was torn. The signs were subtle, at first. Like on movie night, I’d casually rest my leg against his, and he wouldn’t exactly shift away. Still, I assumed he would never…go there. Nathan would kill us. The knowledge of that wasn’t enough to stop the inevitable, though. Eventually our slow burn exploded. But more than the physical attraction, we’d developed a strong connection. We just couldn’t get caught, right? That sounded simple. Until it wasn’t. This is a story of forbidden love, broken trust, and an unexpected second chance. | |
| Books by Author: | Penelope Ward |
Prologue
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Life can change in a flash—even in what, at first, seem like the most routine of circumstances.
It was one of those busy days at work where the time seemed to go by faster than usual. The Japanese restaurant where I waitressed was packed—the side with hibachi tables and the regular dining section. I bounced back and forth between the two.
“I’m gonna need you to take over table six as well,” my manager told me.
“Sure, no problem,” I answered, taking an order of sukiyaki off the counter.
I’d been waitressing at Mayaka to help make ends meet while paying for school. At twenty-four, I’d gotten a late start on my college education after a few rough years, but I was finally getting my shit together.
Today I’d picked up an earlier shift. That turned out to be a very bad idea, because taking over table six forever changed my day—and perhaps my life.
“Can I start you off with some…” I lost my words. My heart nearly stopped as I looked into a familiar but long-lost face—a face I wasn’t sure I’d ever see again.
His eyes widened.
My notepad fell to the floor.
Jace.
Oh my God.
A woman sat across from him.
Who is that?
My throat closed.
The only thing that felt right was running—so I did.
“Excuse me.” I shook my head and turned around swiftly, making my way to the other side of the restaurant, past the shooting flames of the hibachi tables.
Bursting through the swinging doors, I entered the kitchen. “I have an emergency, Mae. I need to get home. I’m sorry to leave during a busy time, but I really need to go.”
“Is everything alright?” she asked.
My words were rushed. “I hope so. Can’t get into it now. I have to head out. I’m so sorry.”
I bolted out of the kitchen. The sun blinded me as I opened the front door of the restaurant and raced through the parking lot to the sidewalk by the main road. Was leaving work a cowardly thing to do? Absolutely. Had I risked my job? Possibly. But no way was I ready to face him. The last time I’d seen Jace was three years ago, and he’d broken my heart into smithereens. Up until that moment, my heart had only ever belonged to him—since the time I was practically a child.
What was he even doing back in Florida? I’d thought he was gone for good. From the look on his face, he hadn’t been expecting to see me working at Mayaka. Who was that woman with him? Why did he have to look even better than I remembered?
My heart felt heavy as I continued to pound the pavement. Of course I’d decided to walk to work today for exercise. A car would’ve been much better when it came to fleeing my past.
I was just about to cross the busy street when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“Jesus, Farrah. Slow the fuck down.”
I flinched, my heart nearly pounding out of my chest.
When I turned around, his steely blue eyes pierced through me, and I wondered how I’d ever thought I could escape having to face him.