LUNDYN
I tried to do everything in my power to distance myself from Maverick Strong; Even putting some miles between us by moving across country. Yet, here I find myself back where I started from - in my
hometown and too close to Maverick. This time there will be no running away. This time I am finally
putting an end to this vendetta.
MAVERICK
Trying to forget her was like trying to avoid a head-on collision with a semi truck - it just wasn’t
happenin’. My little sister’s best friend and my enemy since sophomore year. Our hate is mutual and a must - it’s also fun. When Lundyn moves back home after leaving town the day after … Ah, I’m getting ahead of myself. Either way, the hate is still strong and if hating isn’t right, I don’t want to be wrong.
Title : Strong HateRelease Date : 20 October 2016
Genre : Romance, Contemporary, New Adult
Author : R.D. Berg & Ashley Christin
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EXCERPT & TEASERS
Needing a break from the vocabulary volcano erupting from Eric’s mouth, I excuse myself and go to the restroom.
Once there, I spend one minute lightly banging my head against the stall door and then exit to spend
another two staring at myself absentmindedly in the dirty mirror as I blow my cheeks out like a blowfish.
I dare not text Harlow about how bad this date is going because she would just tell me I am a Ridiculous Rhonda or some shit. Before I exit, I grab a paper towel and use it to open the door. I thrust my foot out when it swings open to hold it there while I discard the paper towel. The boisterous restaurant grows louder as I emerge down the dimly lit narrow hallway until I am halted by a wall of steel. A wall of steel that smells of vanilla with just a hint of pine.
“Well, if you wanted a hug Lundy, all you had to do was ask,” Maverick says as he smiles down at me with his perfect teeth, and equally perfect twinkling set of hazel eyes. He blows out a small breath, and I catch a whiff of the beer he’s been drinking.
“Ugggh Maverick, don’t you have someone to arrest or something?” My eyes shift attempting not to get sucked into his orbit. It’s like he’s a male Medusa, if I look I might turn to stone.
“My day off, and why would I want to leave the show you’re putting on for us?” His brows bounce twice.
My eyes roll to the ceiling as I cross my arms over my chest. “What show Maverick?” I breathe out
unamused by his banter.
He jerks his head back and to the left. “That disastrous date you’re on with that pussy sitting out there.” Apparently, this statement tickles his small mind, and he chuckles to himself. He has a point, but I would never agree with him.
“He’s not a pussy, Maverick. You might actually learn some manners from him.”
“HA! Lundy, now I’m no gynecologist, but I know a pussy when I see one.” His nose wrinkles causing his mouth resembles a bunny as he begins to sniff the air.
“What are you doing?” I ask through gritted teeth.
“Yep, I smell his pussy-ness from here.” A shit eating grin gradually appears on his face.
I tuck my lips tuck between my teeth as my head shakes with disappointment at Maverick. Seriously,
this dude isn’t right in the head, and I if I stay around his crazy much longer I might become equally
insane. “I’m done with this conversation.” I take one step to the right, and Maverick moves to block me.
“What the fuck, Maverick? Move.” I step to the left, and he blocks me again. This time stretching his
hands out to grab the door frame, displaying his solid mass of human perfection. The t-shirt he is
wearing hugs every tensed, perfectly sculpted muscle for dear life.
He waggles his brows and his mouth pulled into an amused smile. “Nope, as an officer of the law I
cannot allow you to subject yourself to any more of that guy’s pussy-ness today.”
“You’re incorrigible you know that?”
He shrugs, his face falling unreadable as he contemplates his answer. “I’ve been called worse.”
An unspoken dual initiates in this dimly lit hallway as our gazes challenge each other. Each of us carefully calculating our next move. I get on my tip toes to where my nose is leveled with his jaw line and lean in toward his ear. I hear the slow inhale as he takes in the scent of my coconut shampoo.
“Careful Maverick, we vampires like to bite in the dark.” I open my mouth to make a chomping noise
with my teeth to drive my threat home. I guess I misjudged the close proximity of my mouth to his ear, because when I bite down, I have a mouth full of Maverick’s earlobe between my teeth. The salty taste of his blood oozes through my teeth and then invades my mouth. My eyes go wide as Maverick’s scream fills the empty hallway, luckily they are muffled by the rowdy patrons.
He pulls back, eyes full of shock, his hand cupping his left ear which is dripping blood. “Holy shit, you Mike Tyson’d me!”
My hands cover my face as I stare on in horror. Not at Maverick having a hissy fit, but of Eric as I catch him watching on with a look of disgust tinged with a hint of horror before he turns and quickly exits the restaurant.
About The Author
RD Berg lives in the great state of Texas with her three boys who drive her to the brink of insanity most days. She loves to read, write and watch her two favorite shows, Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead. When she isn’t enthralled with a novel or a gory show, you can find her in the stands loudly cheering on her boys at their basketball and football games. She has three strong beliefs in life; Vanilla cake and Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla ice cream should be a major food group, Halloween should be celebrated every month, and Harry Potter’s birthday should be a national holiday.
I'm Texas proud with the accent to prove it. During the day I wear scrubs as a cape and try to save the world one patient at a time as a nurse. At night, mainly Friday nights, you can find me with a glass of wine faithfully by my side while I type away on the computer. I seem to get my days and nights mixed up, because my best ideas seem to come around midnight, so I'm a complete night owl. I have a long-term boyfriend who puts up with my crazy and a black lab named Sadie AKA Sadie Lady. In the in-between times of my life, I'm just tryin' to survive my twenties with beer, good friends and fun adventures!
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