My phone beeped, letting me know my car had arrived, and I rushed out the door.Įarlier that week, I’d seen Alan, an older man I’d made the mistake of dating, sitting in his car watching my building.

I filled Mittens’s food bowl and scratched her ears. I was well on my way to the success I’d dreamed of. In the year since I’d quit school, deciding to ignore the wishes of my mother and stepfather and follow my dream of being a professional artist, I’d found an amazing agent, had several showings, won multiple awards, and sold numerous pieces. I loved the curious little girl like crazy, but I couldn’t chance anything ruining my work. The hot guy in the mirror was just as much me as the disheveled artist I’d been for the last several days.īefore I headed out, I made sure the door to the second bedroom, which I’d turned into an art studio, was closed so there was no chance of my cat, Mittens, sneaking in and wreaking havoc. I added some lip gloss and assessed my overall look. I debated about eyeliner, then decided to go for it. It looked as wild as I imagined it would after raking my hands through it while I worked, and I tamed it with some gel. I studied myself in the bathroom mirror and considered my hair. I was only five six and liked the extra height. I added some black boots with chunky heels. I shimmied into my tightest black jeans and selected a shimmery purple shirt that made my blue eyes look almost violet. I was leaving my apartment for the first time in days, and I wanted to look damn good. I wanted to be utterly destroyed.ĭecision made, I headed for my closet. I was going to dance until I was sweaty and my legs felt like Jell-O, then I was going to get laid. If I stared at it any longer trying to figure out what it needed, I might rip it to shreds, so I was going out. I’d been working around the clock to finish enough pieces for a gallery exhibition, and I’d started all but the last painting.

He stretches my self-control to the limit… and then breaks it.Īs the threat to Lane intensifies, we’re forced to hide out in a remote, one-bedroom cabin with danger stalking us from all sides, but suddenly keeping the boss’s son safe isn’t enough.

When my boss’s son acquires a stalker, of course I’m the one he calls to keep the guy safe. A member of the elite private security force known as Vigilance.

Love Someone Like Me by Silvia Violet