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Forever Jamison by Heather Young-Nichols

Book details:
Forever Jamison by Heather Young-Nichols
Publication date: April 18th 2023
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
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Synopsis:

After witnessing heartbreak up close and personal, I never wanted a woman for more than just one night.

Yet somehow, in that single night, Brynn has me wanting another. A month. That’s the longest she’s willing to date someone and if she’ll give me the chance, I’ll take a month.

She’s determined not to become her mother. I’m determined not to care about someone enough that losing them will hurt me.

But somehow the closer I get to our month being over, the more I want to figure out a way for her to stay.

Despite each of our pasts, I know that she’s the only woman I could consider a future with. The thing is… she’s not considering one with me. I’ll have to show her that I’m not looking to take over her life before it’s too late.

Brynn so easily turns me into the man I never wanted to become.

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Excerpt 1:
When I entered the store, it was relatively small, but it was the type of place that made a
name for itself by having unique jewelry. It was absolutely high-end—maybe not
the highest, but not cheap at all. The counter formed a large U and there were
display cases lining the walls. But that was it. No second floor. No hidden anything. There was
one other customer inside talking to the salesperson, so I looked around while I waited.

“The basketball charm?” the salesperson asked her.

“Yes. I’d like it to go right here next to the handcuffs, please.”

“Absolutely. It’ll just take a moment,” he told her, then he went into the back, leaving the two
of us alone.

This woman was… f***. She was beautiful with her chestnut hair in waves past
her shoulder and curves in all the right places. She wasn’t very tall. I would’ve guessed five-feet-
four-inches with the shape of her body able to bring a man to his knees. Right
now, I wanted to be on my knees in front of her.

She was wearing cutoff jean shorts that came to just a couple of inches under her ass and a
loose tank top. It was all supposed to look low-effort, but I would’ve bet my left nut that it was all
very expensive. She was wearing flat sandals to complete the look.

“That’s a lot of charms you have on your bracelet,” I told her, which made her glance up at
me.

Her cornflower-blue eyes had me taking a step back. Reddish-brown hair and blue eyes
might’ve been a new weakness for me.

All I knew was that I wanted to see this woman naked and hoped that was something she’d
want to do. Trying to hook up with a woman could go one of two ways. She might slap you for
suggesting it because she wasn’t that kind of girl or you barely had to ask because
she was already thinking it. Especially since the band had hit it big, I hadn’t really had to try very
hard.

“I like to think of them as souvenirs.” And yes, her voice was as sexy as the rest of her. “He’ll
be right back,” she told me. “It just takes him a minute to get the charm on.”

“They don’t just clip on?” I didn’t give a f*** about the charms, to be honest.

She snorted. “Maybe if you’re twelve and your charm bracelet came out of a vending
machine.” Then she shook her head. “That was kind of mean. Some do clip on. Mine doesn’t. I
don’t want to lose any.”

“And they know this?”

“This is where I typically get my charms, so yes.” She glanced at the door through which the
man had disappeared.

“Handcuffs?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

The corner of her mouth raised, which told me she was smiling, though she looked like she
didn’t want to be. “Yup.”

“Any particular reason?”

Now she turned to me with an even bigger smile that she absolutely wasn’t trying to hide.
“Yup.”

“You don’t want to tell me.”

“I don’t know you. Why would I tell you?” That was true. Why would a woman tell me
personal s*** when she didn’t know me?

It was weird that she didn’t recognize me.

Not to sound totally f*****g full of myself, but it was rare that I needed to introduce myself
these days. When I did, they pretty much always said they already knew.

Forever 18 was well-known. That wasn’t to say that every person in the world would have
recognized us on sight, but it’d been a while since someone hadn’t.

“My name is Jamison.”

Her brows pinched together above her nose. “I know who you are,” she told me. “What I
said was that I don’t know you. Two very different things.”

Excerpt 2:
“You said we need to talk,” I began. “Since I don’t know what about, I can’t really start.”

The young woman who was cleaning off some tables let out an eep sound. I turned and found her eyes wide as she stared at Jamison. He glanced up and gave her a smile and she went back to work, though very slowly.

“Right.” He ran a hand through the dark-blond hair that was already a mess on the top of his head. A controlled mess. A sexy mess. But a mess nonetheless. He took a drink then cleared his throat.

“You look uncomfortable,” I told him. Most of the time, I said what I thought and didn’t play games. Which was why when the lie had spilled from my mouth so easily last night, it had surprised even me

“Nope.” But he took another drink.

I leaned over the table a little. “That wasn’t your first time last night, was it?”

He snorted then chuckled quietly in his chest. That was the result I’d been going for as I fought back a smile.

“No,” he assured me.

“Didn’t think so. Sure didn’t feel like it anyway.”

But that got me a cocky grin, like he knew just how good he was at that stuff and he probably did. He’d have gotten plenty of experience, I was sure.

“Anyway…” I prodded. Though I began to wonder what level clinger Jamison was.

It happened. Guys got attached sometimes, but I hadn’t thought Jamison would have. He was a freaking rock star. Those guys f****d whomever they wanted whenever they wanted. Probably. I didn’t really know any rock stars to know if the rumors were true.

But his bandmate Thatcher had recently started seeing Modestie Dubois. Now that fit the rock star stereotype. The good girl next door actress and the badass rock star with a playboy reputation… That itself was Hollywood gold.

“Right.” He cleared his throat again. “You left pretty quickly last night.”

I shrugged as my stomach tightened. “We were done.”

“Right.” He scratched at his jaw. It was so weird to me that he wanted to torture both of us with this conversation. “But usually—”

“Women look for any reason to hang around?” I asked. He nodded and I snorted. “I’m not most women. We were there for sex. The sex happened. No reason to stay.”

He furrowed his brows and fought a smile. “My sister says you’re me in panties.”

My eyes widened. “Why would you talk to your sister about me?”

“Whoa. Calm down.” He held a hand up briefly, which did nothing for the flight instinct that had kicked in.

You let a guy nut on your back and he talked to his sister about you? No way. That was almost stalker vibes.

“I didn’t talk to her about you.” He took another drink. “She showed up this morning and asked some questions. Wanted to know if she was going to have to get the woman in my bedroom out. I told her you already left. That kind of thing. It’s not like I gave her your name or anything.”

“Oh.” I relaxed. “Does your sister usually have to get rid of women in the morning?”

He shook his head. “Not usually, but it did happen in high school a few times.” A smile played on his lips. “Avalon can be brutal.”

“High school?” I asked. “So you were living the rock star life before you were a rock star?”

“Kind of. I was still in a band. Women love that. I don’t make the rules.”

I chuckled. Talking to Jamison was a bit too easy for my comfort, yet I didn’t want to stop. “We don’t make the rules, either.”

Author Bio:

Heather Young-Nichols is a USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal
romances. A native of the great and often very cold state of Michigan, she is better known at
home and to her friends as the Snarker-in-Chief. A job she excels at beyond anything she could
have imagined. She loves many things, but especially cold coffee, hot books, and baseball. But
not necessarily in that order.

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