Beyond Famous (Famous #3)
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Authors: Kahlen Aymes
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidences are either a product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is purely coincidental.
Beyond FAMOUS: The Famous Novels, Book Three
Copyright © 2015 Kahlen Aymes.
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ISBN ebook: 9781311241122
ISBN Paperback: 9780996734417
Version: Sample: 2015.12.14
Special Thanks
Thank you to my readers for your loyalty and unending encouragement and support. Without you, I am nothing. You are the reason I write. I love you.
To my street team, review team, & beta readers; I adore you all, and I couldn’t do this without you.
The many bloggers who offer your incredible support of my work, reviews, posts, release blasts, tour organization, take-overs, etc… thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Thank you, Cassy Roop of Pink Ink Design for your friendship and formatting expertise.
Thank you, Sarah Hansen of Okay Creations, for your amazing design skills on the FAMOUS covers. I love them! They are truly amazing.
The many authors whom I admire and am honored to consider friends… your support means the world to me. The romance community is like no other.
Olivia… Thank you for understanding when I’m “in the zone.” I promise to look up when you yell.
I love you.
My editors on this series: Kathryn Voskuil, Donna Cooksly Sanderson, & Stacy Hahn; thank you for your hard work, dedication and fast turn around time. Without you, I’d be a compound word, and comma challenged, mess. I sincerely appreciate you and every hour you spend pouring over my words. I love you all.
Thank you to my wonderful P.A., Jennifer Singh, for her work day in and day out. Love and hugs.
Thank you to Shira Hoffman and Liz Winick Rubinstein of McIntosh & Otis Literary Agency for your work on the foreign rights! Looking forward to world domination.
Finally, to Matt; Thank you for inspiring the emotions that allow me to create characters that live & breathe. True love can only be measured by the depth of pain with which it is purchased. Always & forever.
A LOUD POUNDING REGISTERED
somewhere in the back of the dream I was having. Brook’s body, alive and responsive under mine, the smell of her skin all around me, and her voice moaning my name as her muscles started to convulse around me.
"Cade... babe don’t stop," she whispered against my mouth. There was nothing sexier or more beautiful to me than Brook when she was in the throes of orgasm, and it was like a high-powered aphrodisiac that made my dick harder and my orgasm inevitable. I was close, so close...
Boom! Boom! Boom! The crashing noise got louder and more insistent.
I tried to ignore it and stay where I was inside my bed... inside Brook, but the whole thing dissolved in a puff of frustration as Ethan's voice intruded with the beating on the door.
"Dude! I can hear you breathing heavy in there. Open up, you douche! I'm aging out here, and it is a fucking waste for humanity. All the girls who won't get to adore me are going to blame you, shithead!" I could hear Ethan chuckling on the other side of the door to the suite.
I dragged myself out of bed and placed both fists over my eyes, rubbing the sleep away on my way out of the bedroom. The raging hard-on in my shorts would be difficult to hide. I stared down at the obvious bulge before I shrugged and closed the distance between me, and the door.
Fuck! What a waste of a good wet dream. Or at least, almost wet dream.
"Dude!!! Get your ass out of bed and let us in!!"
My hand closed around the knob. "Shut up, Ethan! Bloody hell! You're going to wake the entire floor."
I opened the door slightly so he would be able to push it open before I turned and walked back into the suite. I hurried to the bar, so I could hide the evidence of my dream behind it until I calmed down. I ran my hand through my hair as I went.
"Jesus, Cade, it's almost two in the afternoon. No one is sleeping except
you
. You look like hell, by-the-way." Ethan grinned, his white teeth flashing. Dawson followed Ethan through the door.
"Yeah, you just interrupted a sweet dream, you wanker." I rolled my eyes at him as I leaned on the bar.
"Wait. You didn't just jizz in your pants, did you?" He laughed, and Dawson gave one of his shoulders a shove.
"No, you interrupted me. That's the problem!" I groaned as I started to make some coffee. Ethan mocked me by sticking his lower lip out in a pout. "It was bloody hot, too."
He shook his head. "By the look of you, you're humping constantly. Isn't that why you're asleep at two in the afternoon? I raised you right!" He smirked again.