Author: Jen McLaughlin
Title: Out of Line Box Set
Series: Out of Line #1-3
Publication Date: July 15th 2014
Genre: New Adult Romance
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All three OUT OF LINE books in one volume.
PLUS two bonus scenes AND the original ending to OUT
OF TIME!
OUT OF LINE
I always follow orders. My job, my life, depends on
it. I thought this job would be easy, all the rules were made crystal clear,
but when I met Carrie Wallington, everything got muddy. She's a rule I know I
shouldn't break, but damn if I don't inch closer to the breaking point each time
I see her. I'm ready to step out of line. And even worse? I'm living a lie.
They say the truth will set you free, but in my case...
The truth will cost me everything.
OUT OF TIME
Being Carrie's bodyguard was one thing. Being her
boyfriend is another. Every day she's mine is a day the sun shines in my life.
Yet our time together is running out. Her father will never think a tattooed
Marine will be good enough, so I'll do whatever it takes to be worthy of her
love. But the road will take me away from the girl who makes me feel alive--the
girl I can't live without.
Time only gets us so far...
OUT OF MIND
All I wanted was to be worthy of Carrie. One mission,
just one, and I’d be able to give her the future she deserved. Then everything
went wrong, leaving me tainted and broken. Carrie wants me to be who I was, but
all that’s left is what they made of me. I’m no good for her. No good for
anyone like this. I have to figure out how to move forward. Alone.
Sometimes love isn’t enough…
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Excerpt
I pulled Carrie tighter to my chest,
closing my eyes, even though I was fully awake and alert. I just needed a
second to hold her. To breathe her in. I wanted to ignore life for a second
longer, because today was the day I had to tell Carrie I have bad news, and I
was not looking forward to it. But hell, I didn’t even necessarily know what
the message was about yet. Maybe I was jumping to conclusions.
Maybe I was full of shit. Or...maybe it
was bad news.
The sun came through the curtains, and
I opened my eyes again, sighing. When I had woken up earlier, my first
conscious thought had been: Please don’t
let this all be a dream again. Please
don’t make me wake up alone.
But then I’d breathed in her familiar
scent that instantly calmed my racing heart, and I had relaxed again. It hadn’t
been a dream. Thank fucking God. The real world was just as happy as my
dreams—which made sense since she starred in both anyway. The woman I loved had
forgiven me for secretly working for her father and all was right in the world.
Her bright blue eyes were shut tight, her long red hair lay splayed all across
her white pillow, and her soft lips seemed to be begging to be kissed.
Her ginger eyelashes were swept low,
shadowing her pale cheeks. If someone would have told me last week that Carrie
would be back in my bed, in my arms, and in love with me, I would have
laughed and asked them what the fuck they were smoking.
Yet here she was. This was real.
And she was late for class.
“Ginger...?”
I kissed her lips, savoring the unique
flavor that was my Carrie. I
made sure not to press too close to
her, though, and give her the wrong idea. Or maybe it was myself I was trying
to remind. But either way, there wasn’t any time for a quick morning fuck.
I pulled back, and her lids fluttered
open, showing me those baby blues I loved so much. “Hey,” she said, her voice
soft with sleep.
“It’s time to wake up.”
She smiled up at me, stretching like a
cat. “Why are you all the way over there?”
I trailed my finger down the little
strip of skin on her stomach, right above her green panties. Would I ever get
sick of seeing little pieces of her skin bared for me and only me? “Because
you’re—”
Without warning, she snaked her arms
around my neck, hauling me closer until I lay on top of her. So much for
keeping my distance. Her hands played with the back of my hair. I loved it when
she did that, and I had a feeling she knew it. She could ask me to walk along
hot coals for her, and as long as she was playing with my hair like that, I’d
do it happily.
Without hesitation, she kissed me, her
tongue slipping inside my mouth and entwining with mine. Damn it, I loved it
when she took the initiative, but I had to stop this before it went too far. I
pulled back and unwound her arms from my neck. Then I scooted out of her reach.
“You’re late for class.”
She sat upright, blinking rapidly. “I
am?”
“Yep.” I rolled out of bed, and away
from the woman who held my heart in her hands. “You get in the shower, and I’ll
make you breakfast to go.”
“Thank you,” she called over her
shoulder, bolting toward the bathroom in her tank top and satin underwear. I
had to pause to appreciate the back view, but then I hightailed it into the
kitchen to make her an egg sandwich.
I passed my phone as I went, snatching
it up, and quickly called her a cab before setting it down on the counter. As I
made her breakfast, I eyed the fucking thing as if it was going to jump up
and bite me in the ass. Sometimes, I felt like it could. It had been the root
of all bad things that happened to me lately.
First it had shown Carrie I was a liar.
Then the call last night...
Nothing was definite yet. Nothing at
all. But when you got a mysterious phone call from your commanding officer on a
Sunday night...well, you could put two and two together pretty easily. In this
fucked-up world, someone was always a finger push away from starting a war with
someone. And who were the first ones
sent in?
Marines. Always the Marines.
Author
Information
Jen McLaughlin is the New York Times and USA Today
bestselling author of sexy New Adult books. Under her pen name Diane Alberts,
she is a multi-published, bestselling author of Contemporary Romance with
Entangled Publishing. Her first release as Jen McLaughlin, Out of Line,
released September 6 2013, and hit the New York Times, USA Today and Wall
Street Journal lists. She was mentioned in Forbes alongside E. L. James as one
of the breakout independent authors to dominate the bestselling lists. She is
represented by Louise Fury at The Bent Agency.
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