RAINE
Author: JC Valentine
A Standalone Novel
Genre: New Adult
~ SYNOPSIS ~
Warning: RAINE contains adult situations some readers may find offensive. This is a deeply emotional story that contains violence, explicit sex, strong language, and is not considered suitable for readers under 18.
Shy.
Intelligent.
Naive.
Statistic.
Raine Miller was an average girl leading an average life. She slipped beneath everyone's radar, until Camron Moss, the most popular guy in school, took interest in her and changed everything.
Some acts are unforgivable.
Raine thought she'd been accepted. She thought she was one of them. She thought she was in love... until one moment made her realize she'd trusted the wrong person. Lies are told, hearts get broken, secrets are revealed, and sometimes, true love is found in the least likely places.
~ PLAYLIST ~
“Why are you still half-naked and in bed in the middle of the afternoon?”
Her cheeks flamed instantly and Raine kicked the side of Jarret’s hip from beneath the blankets. “You have a serious issue with privacy,” she said, chuckling. Huffing and rolling her eyes, she figured she might as well tell him. “If you must know, I can’t fit into any of my clothes.”
“None of them?” Jarret asked speculatively.
“Not a one. I’m too fat for everything in my closet.” And why the hell did that make her want to cry? It was as if someone had hooked her tear ducts up to a faucet and turned them on and off at will. Frankly, as much time as she spent crying since becoming pregnant, she was surprised she’d never been hospitalized for dehydration.
“Nothing about you is fat,” Jarret assured her.
Rolling her eyes a second time, Raine corrected him. “Have you seen my thighs? I’m fat.” Mirrors and waistbands didn’t lie.
Jarret moved so fast he was a blur and the next thing Raine knew, he’d ripped the blankets right out of her hands. Standing at the side of the bed, Jarret wore a pleased smile as he visually inspected every inch of her while Raine frantically yanked and tugged at the too-short shirt that barely covered her swollen stomach.
“I don’t see this fat you’re talking about,” he said, once he’d finished looking her over. “Show me where all this fat is because all I am seeing is an amazing set of curves and smooth skin that seriously, Raine, is making me harder than hell.”
Her eyes immediately dropped to his crotch where she saw the hard evidence of his statement staring back at her through a loose pair of basketball shorts. Well, Raine thought, freezing in the middle of retrieving the blankets, he certainly doesn’t mince words.
“That’s right, Peach,” Jarret continued. “There is absolutely not one part of you that I don’t find incredibly hot.”
“But I have stretch marks,” Raine complained. She grimaced with every new line that emerged, her body slowly falling to ruin right before her eyes. And he was claiming he found that attractive?
“I’d kiss every one of them if you let me.” Pressing his thighs into the side of the bed, Jarret bent at the waist and planted his fists into the mattress, putting his face directly in front of hers. The heat glowing like embers in his eyes created a tight, tingling sensation to grow between Raine’s thighs as she held his gaze. “Nothing about how I feel about you is right or conventional. In fact, I should send you away right now and spare us both the trouble this is going to cause, but I won’t because something inside me tells me there will never be a sweeter, softer, juicer fruit than you, Peach. I know you’re not ready for me yet, but when you are, there won’t be anything that can stop me from sinking every part of myself into your heat.”
~ J.C. Valentine ~
USA Today Bestselling author J.C. Valentine is the alter-ego of Brandi Salazar, whose enjoyment of erotic tales of romance spurred her to branch out and create her own.
Brandi Salazar lives in the Northwest with her husband, their wild children, and far too many pets. As a university student, she studies literature, which goes well with her dream to become an editor. Brandi entertains a number of hobbies including reading and photography, but her first love is writing fiction-in all its forms.
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