In fact, I’m so out of my element, I can’t even scowl when I see Drew lingering in the corner. Yeah, I’m not over that yet. I get that he didn’t deliberately out Josh’s connection to the blog, but it still rocked our world and nearly broke us up. But despite Drew’s noteworthy douchebaggery, I know he and Josh are close, and I don’t want to come between that. Doesn’t mean I like him, though. But I force myself to give him a small wave, and he smiles back.
It takes me a while to settle down. It’s weird to have so many people on set while we film the last episode. We still have a lot of work to do on the property, but we couldn’t squeeze in all of the improvements during this first season, so we’re posting updates on my blog and partnering with Bravo and Home Depot to promote it. That’s the big difference for my show. My producers understand how important it is that viewers stay connected to my projects online. They’ve even told me they think my blog is one of the main reasons my show has gotten so much buzz.
By the time we’re almost done taping, I’m exhausted. My producer loves that our friends and family are here and decides to put them in the last shot. I motion for Josh to come stand with me, because he needs to share this moment with me. Yes, he really does emphasize that this is my show, but he’s wrong. This whole journey has been about us.
He beams me this beautiful smile as he steps up to me and wraps his arm around me. God, he’s so handsome in just jeans and a fitted gray T-shirt.
I turn back to the camera and wait to get the go-ahead.
“Thank you so much for watching the first season of DIY Girl. Josh and I have had a blast renovating this house and answering your questions online. We hope you’ll stay tuned this summer for our updates.”
Josh nudges me, and I look up at him. “Can I add something?”
Laughing, I nod. Josh loves these unscripted moments. “Of course.”
“Anything?” he asks, teasing me.
“Yes, Joshua, anything,” I say coyly. I mean, how do you not flirt with Josh Cartwright? I don’t bother trying anymore.
He gives me a mischievous grin as he steps back and rubs his chin. “It’s kind of big, Evie. Something I think your viewers would like to know.”
“Okay.” Seriously, what’s going on? But we’re filming, so I can’t shake him and make him spill it already. “How big?” I almost choke when I say it, because with the ten thousand dick jokes he and I tell each other, I’m afraid we’ll quickly devolve into X-rated territory.
But he surprises me when he says, “Farmhouse big.”
“What?” I’m confused again, but I continue to smile.
“You know how we said we’d flip this house. Sell it when we’re done?” Josh asks. Nodding slowly, I wait for him to finish. “Well, I’m thinking we should keep it. I know it’s too much space for us now, but it seems like the perfect place to raise a family. You know, for when we have one.”
It takes me a second to process what he just said. Long enough for him to drop to one knee. Oh, my God.
I suck in a breath as a wave of emotion hits me.
“Evie, you are the love of my life. I would love nothing more than to spend my days grouting bathroom tile with you and raising our children together. Be my wife.”
I’m laughing and crying and nodding.
He didn’t ask a question.
My smile widens because I don’t need a choice. I’ve already made it.
“I’d be honored,” I whisper through my tears as he puts an enormous ring on my finger.
I tug him up to stand and lean up to kiss him. But before my mouth reaches him, he grabs me and dips me back until I’m almost parallel with the floor.
Taken by surprise, I grip him tight, and he smiles.
“See, this is how you kiss your fiancé,” he whispers. And then his lips seal against mine.
Mr. I Never Do Anything Half-Assed strikes again, I think as I thrust my hand into his dark hair, our kiss deepening, my heart a riot in my chest.
“Keep it PG, people!” someone yells, and I chuckle as Josh straightens me and tucks me into his side.
When I turn, I realize we’re still being filmed. My face flushes more. I cling to Josh as I stare into the camera and laugh. “I don’t think I’ll ever top this episode, because holy crap, we’re getting married!”
Josh picks me up and spins me, and our friends clap. Somewhere in the background, my producer barks, “It’s a wrap.”
But he’s wrong. So wrong.
Because we’re just getting started.
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Shameless by Lex Martin
A USA Today bestseller
Brady…
What the hell do I know about raising a baby? Nothing. Not a goddamn thing.
Yet here I am, the sole guardian of my niece. I’d be lost if it weren’t for Katherine, the beautiful girl who seems to have all the answers. Katherine, who’s slowly finding her way into my cynical heart.
I keep reminding myself that I can’t fall for someone when we don’t have a future. But telling myself this lie and believing it are two different things.
Katherine…
When Brady shows up on a Harley, looking like an avenging angel—six feet, three inches of chiseled muscle, eyes the color of wild sage, and sun-kissed skin emblazoned with tattoos—I’m not sure if I should fall at his feet or run like hell. Because if I tell him what happened the night his family died, he might hate me.
What I don’t count on are the nights we spend together trying to forget the heartache that brought us here. I promise him it won’t mean anything, that I won’t fall in love.
I shouldn’t make promises I can’t keep.
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Shameless excerpt
Copyright 2016 Lex Martin
CHAPTER ONE
Her slender hips sway to the heavy beat of the Arctic Monkeys pulsing through the speakers as she glides closer.
“Gonna get naked for you,” she purrs, her shirt already hanging off her shoulder.
What?
“You only need to open your top and lower your bra.” I suppose I shouldn’t discourage her.
She licks her lips and unfastens the clip in her hair, sending blond waves tumbling forward. But when she shakes it loose around her shoulders, a wave of industrial-strength perfume hits my nostrils. I try not to wince, but the scent is nauseating.
Focus, Brady. Hot girl taking off her clothes. Eyes on the prize.
I glance around, wondering how long it will take for the guys to notice she’s stripping out of her clothes like a pole dancer on a Saturday night. This girl is hot, so it’s not like I’m complaining.
Might as well go out with a bang.
Her fingers start the slow descent as she unbuttons her silky shirt, but then pause between her cleavage. “Kim Kardashian has the same outfit. She wore it the other day when she and Kanye dropped off little North West at...”
Annnd right there, my interest plummets.