Stupid Love (Stupid in Love #3) by Cindy Miles
Age Group: New Adult
Release Date: September 10, 2015
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That’s how I refer to the guys who’ve had the bad fortune to fall for me. They only see long legs that they wish were wrapped around them, a cat-like smile, and the reckless abandon to take on any wild dare. It’s all a game to me. Show me a bridge, and I’ll leap over the side. Give me a car, and I’ll race it. Give me a heart, and I’ll break it. I always win. I even showed Death who was boss a long time ago.
Or so I thought.
Now, time is running out, and I’m losing fast…and big. I met someone. Jace Beaumont. He’s smart, and good, and I dream about spending days exploring the summit of his perfect lips. But, I’m a grenade. I know I should leave him be. I can’t.
Study, class, work, repeat. That’s all I have time for. At twenty-five years old, I have a bit more mileage on me than the average college freshman. But, that’s what happens when you spend your youth drinking, partying, and bagging girls like it’s a full-time job. Now, I have goals. There’s just one kink in my plans. Her name is Memory. She’s every guy’s dream girl. She’s intoxicating. She’s trouble. I want to stay away. I can’t.
Jace’s words stuck to the inside of my skull all throughout the next day. Even after my friends all met up at my house, bound for Cooper’s Gorge for an exhilarating day of zip-lining and picnicking, the words remained. I’d want to be surrounded by my loved ones for every second of every day. Until.
Who was Jace Beaumont, anyway? Mr. Miagi? Buddha? An angel? Why was he filled with so much…profoundness? Why did he say things that struck my heart in such a way that I couldn’t stop thinking about them? About him?
And why in the absolute hell had he not kissed me yet? Last night on the porch? The air was on fire around us. I guess there was something to be said about a guy who had that much control, yeah?
I’d made my mind up to ask him. Tomorrow. About the kiss.
“Mem, you’re up!” Crisco hollered. “Get your head outta your ass, girl, and come on!”
“Quit, now,” Claire chided. She stood next to Sugar, helmet in place and looking way too big for her head, ready to zip. “She can’t help it,” she grinned. “She’s got Jace-itis!”
“Don’t hate, Peeshwank!” I yelled as I walked up to the platform. The guide was pretty damn cute, I must say. In a lanky, nerdy kind of way. He had long hair that flipped over his ears like he’d fallen straight out of the seventies. I looked at him and shook my head. “They are so jealous!”
He grinned. “Let’s get your harness on, darlin’,” he said, and proceeded to secure me in slightly intimate ways.
“I bet you say that to all the gals, yeah?” I teased.
He eyed me. “Nice shirt.”
“Hey,” I went on as I gave my beloved T-shirt a quick glance. “Jaws was the first and greatest summer blockbuster. Of all time.”
He finished securing my harness and held his hands up in mock defense. He grinned. “Nothin’ but respect. Ready?”
I lifted my cell phone from my pocket. “Yep.”
“Ten bucks says you drop it,” the guy said.
“You’re on, skipper,” I answered, just before he laughed and gave me a push.
With friends on either side of the gorge yelling and cheering me on, I shot out on the line, legs clad in a pair of comfy holy jeans, stretched in front of me, my fave pair of worn Converses leading the way and my weight in the harness. It felt like I was flying! My stomach dropped, my lips tingled, and I yelled one of my favorite exhilarating movie quotes at the top of my lungs: “I’m the king of the world!” Then I quickly took a selfie—no idea what it looked like—and hung on for the ride.
“Woo-hoo! Yeah!” I yelled, and my lungs burned and the cold air stung my cheeks and I laughed all the way until Bentley grabbed my harness on the other side.
“You are one crazy fool,” he said, grinning and steadying me.
“Takes one to know one,” I said back, shucking out of my harness.
We watched the rest of our friends fly the gorge, and I took pics of each one just as they grew close to the platform. Claire came after me and her face was priceless. Mouth wide open, eyes even wider, screaming the most high-pitched scream I’d ever heard. I’d planned on making a giant collage for each one in our group, compiled of our zany adventures, and after four years I had quite a collection.
Bentley helped me out of my harness and as soon as I was free I pulled up the selfie I took—eyes crossed, huge grin with all of my teeth showing—and sent it to Jace. Wish you were here, I texted. He texted me right back. So do I. Your eyes are gonna stick like that one day.
“I’m gonna be sick,” Bentley said, leaning over my shoulder and reading my text. His shadow fell over me, his ears casting a silhouette on my phone. He elbowed me. “Something’s different.” He cocked his head. “You really like this guy?”
I smiled. “I don’t know just yet,” I answered, and looked out over the gorge as Sugar came flying across. “But I think I do, yeah.”
National bestselling author Cindy Miles writes edgy romance, ranging from contemporary love stories to sexy paranormals. A native of southern coastal Georgia, she loves reading (naturally), baking swoon-worthy desserts, traveling abroad, yoga, and classic rock.
The cover for her debut New Adult romance, STUPID GIRL, was featured on USA Today's Happily Ever After blog. In the novel, a volatile mix of bad boys, sassy smart girls, dark secrets, and red-hot romance add up to one wild ride through college.
The second book in her Stupid in Love series, STUPID BOY, features a wickedly handsome law-breaker who falls for a beautiful, straight-A college student with an ugly past of her own.