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She’s looking at me like she’s so afraid. I’m look She’s looking at me like she’s so afraid. I’m looking at her like I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. It’s the strangest thing. I haven’t.

Huffing a laugh, I trace my thumb along the top of her pink cheek. Her golden-brown hair is messy from having sex, and her skin is rosy pink in places my beard scuffed her. Her lips are swollen from my kisses, and she’s lying on her side with a thin sheet draped across her perky tits.

She’s feisty and funny and smart and she loves football.

And me.

I can’t hold back my cocky grin. “Are you going to say it?”

“No.” She sits up in the bed, shaking her sex hair. “We can’t fall in love. It’ll ruin everything.”

I sit up behind her, pressing my lips to the top of her bare shoulder. She smells like sex and candy.

“What will it ruin?” I slide my hand around her waist, thinking how easy it would be to lift her onto my lap and f—k her again.

She removes my hand, standing out of the bed and searching all around for her clothes. I watch her smiling as she jerks those short shorts over her hips. They show off her shapely legs in a way I like a lot.

Then she pulls my shirt over her head, which I like even more. “I need to get you one of my jerseys to wear.”

Her blue eyes widen, and her voice is exasperated. “I can’t wear your jersey!”

It makes me laugh to see her so flustered. “Not to the games, but you could wear it around the house. You’d be hot in Number 6.” 

📖ZONE by Tia Louise is available in ebook, paperback, & audio (🔗 in bio or https://mybook.to/ZoneAmz )😊🏈

*All illustrations by @lcm_designss

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I've been getting emails and DMs for almost a YEAR I've been getting emails and DMs for almost a YEAR about how excited you are for CLAIM! So many readers have already preordered it, and I can't thank you enough. Your LOVE of this world and these characters touches my heart so much...

But I DO want to thank you, and I've figured out how!

Just submit your proof of purchase on the form in my bio, and you'll receive... 

🧡 A Digital Sticker Sheet including all the jerseys designed by my favorite illustrator @LCMdesignss
🧡A Printable Newhope coloring page!
🧡A Character art screensaver
🧡So Much Fun SWAG!
🧡A very special THANK YOU video from me 
🧡Entry into a Very Special Giveaway (Hint: Legacy edition!)

I am so very excited to do this for you, and THANK YOU for being my favorite people in the world and the BEST Readers on the Planet!
(🔗in bio!)
There are tears in Harristown tonight as Noel, Dov There are tears in Harristown tonight as Noel, Dove, and the entire family mourns “Aunt Dolly.” RIP the most inspirational, beautiful, genuine stars we’ve ever been given… 🦋😭🫶🏻

WAIT FOR ME
By Tia Louise

Prologue

My momma was too beautiful to die. 

At least, that’s what everybody said. 

Penelope Jean Harris was the scion of our town’s founder and prettiest girl in three parishes. She was head majorette in high school and homecoming queen and prom queen and every other queen. She was Peach Princess, Teen Dixie Peach, and Miss Dixie Gem. She would’ve gone on to be Miss Louisiana if my daddy hadn’t made her a Mrs. 

I was eleven—that strange age between too big to play in the creek in only my panties and too little to sleep without the closet light on. I loved Dolly Parton and butterflies and picking peaches straight off my daddy’s trees and eating them, jumping in the lake and running after jackrabbits with my little brother Leon. 

In the summer the trees were rich green, and the sweet scent of peach juice filled the air. In the winter they were sparse, bony hands, reaching palms up to heaven. Branches like fingers spread, grasping for hope. 

Momma’s hazel eyes crinkled at the corners whenever she looked at me or my brothers or my daddy. Her sweet smile was warm sunshine when I got cold. 

She would wrap me in her arms and sing an old sad song when I was sleepy or cranky or “out of sorts,” which is how she’d put it. I pictured “sorts” as ivory dominoes I could line up and knock down or slap off the table, across the room. 

I’d pull her silky brown hair around me like a cape and close my eyes and breathe… 

Then she was gone.
Which hero has stolen your heart so far?? We're al Which hero has stolen your heart so far?? We're almost to CLAIM, and the rest of the New Bradfords have been HOT HOT HOT!!! Which hero fits your fancy? 💜💚💜💚
What's your favorite part about ZONE??? Melody and What's your favorite part about ZONE??? Melody and Knox are just the best... let me know what you love about them 🩷💚💜
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To enter, let us know which item you're most excited to win! Winners will be chosen this weekend. 

Best of luck!!! 🩷💚💜
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