VAIN - Part Three (The VAIN Series Book 3) (8 page)

Noah and Alexa have fought against many obstacles to find their happily-ever-after. I love both of these characters and I want to continue their journey in a very special way.

You have all been very supportive and kind to
me, as I've worked my way through the maze that is self-publishing. You've graciously understood each and every set back I've endured and you've encouraged me at the most important times.

As a gift to all of you I'm going to be writing another novella that centers on Noah and Alexa. This will be a free gift to everyone who is a member of my mailing list. (This is the simplest way for me to share the file.) This will be released in late October. It will pick up Noah and Alexa's story a year after the epilogue. You'll be a guest at their wedding and you'll learn more about the past that haunts Noah and how it will impact his life with the love of his life.

Alexa undergoes her own personal transformation and you'll see a side of her that Noah will fall even more in love with.

This book will not be available for sale. It is strictly a free gift given to my readers.

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Noah and Alexa will be back at the end of October, in a story written just for you.

Xo

"Have you fucked anyone in the chorus?"

This is when I wish like hell I'd brought my ear buds with me. Listening to this guy try to pick up Claudia isn't my idea of the way to spend an elevator ride early on a Monday morning. You'd think that landing a part in a Broadway play would mean work, work, and more work. It wouldn't mean the incessant sexual undertones that drive through every rehearsal and meeting day-after-day.

"No," she replies calmly.

"I wasn't talking to you," he snaps. "You. I'm talking to you."

Considering there are only three of us riding this slow ass elevator to the fourteenth floor I guess I need to address this. "Me?" I turn to face him and I feel an instant need to find my balance. I rest my hand against the chrome bar that stretches along the walls of the lift. He's hot. Like smoking hot as hell hot. Why didn't I notice him when I got on?

"What's your name?"

"Libby." This is one of those moments when I wish my parents would have given more thought to what I'd feel like being a twenty-two-year-old woman carrying around the name of a four-year-old. Libby? I've hated the name since I was in grade school. It screams sweetness and light.

"Libby?" he repeats it back. "I like it."

"What's your name?" I try to sound somewhat invested in this. I know his type. I've met dozens of guys just like this since I've moved to Manhattan. He's looking for a quick fuck. He's wearing an incredibly expensive three-piece suit and cuff links that cost more than my first, and only, car. I wouldn't be surprised if most women fall to their knees in his presence and give him and his dick exactly what they want. It can't hurt that he's got the most intense green eyes I've ever seen and jet black hair that is tousled enough to make him look that much more irresistible.

"You didn't answer my question." He takes a heavy step towards me as more people enter the elevator on the third floor.

I push back into the chrome bar, the coolness of it seeping through my thin t-shirt. I almost wish I would have worn something nicer to the rehearsal hall. Who knew I'd end up face-to-face with this? "What question?"

"Have you fucked anyone in the chorus, Libby?" His voice is deep and intimate. It's too intimate for such a small, crowded place.

"That's none of your business." I inhale the scent of his cologne. It's luxurious, subtle and intoxicating.

His hand darts to my waist as more people join the most interesting elevator ride I've ever encountered. "It's more my business than you know."

I roll my hips away from him. I can't want this man. I can't let any man tear my attention away from my work. "I doubt that," I whisper. "I really doubt that."

"Don't doubt me, Libby." He pushes his body closer to mine, the unmistakable firm outline of his cock pressing against my stomach.

I breathe a heavy sigh of relief as the elevator finally chimes its arrival on the fourteenth floor. "This is my stop." I try to push past him, but his hand holds firm to my waist.

"It's mine too." His right hand jumps to the wall behind me, trapping me in place. "Allow me to formally introduce myself before you run off."

My eyes dart over his shoulder to where Claudia is throwing me a confused look as she exits the lift. "I need to go," I say. "I can't be late."

"Don't worry about being late. I'm Alec Hughes."

"You're Alec Hughes?" I feel my breath catch. "You're the investor. You own my play."

"Correction, Libby." He leans in closer until his lips are almost touching mine. "I own the play. You work for me."

Arriving on September 26
th
, 2014

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That’s the end of Noah and Alexa’s story. I decided to write this series on a whim, adding something different to the stories that I tell and I never anticipated the outcome to be as amazing as it has been. Thank you so much for making this series such a success.

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Deborah Bladon has never read a romance hero she didn't like. Her love for romance novels began when she was old enough to board the bus, library card in hand to check out the newest Harlequin paperbacks. She's a Canadian by heart, and by passport, but you can often spot her in New York City sipping a latte and looking for inspiration for her next story. Manhattan is definitely her second home.

She cherishes her family and believes that each day is a gift for writing, for reading, and for loving.