The Sterling Shore 5 - Breaking Even - C.M Owens,
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//-->Breaking EvenBook 5 of The Sterling Shore SeriesCopyright 2015 by C.M. OwensEdited by Tonya HouleNo part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form orby any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without express writtenpermission of the author. This eBook is licensed for your enjoyment only. It may not be re-sold orgiven away to other people.The story in this book is the property of the author, in all media both physical and digital. No one,except the owner of this property, may reproduce, copy or publish in any medium any individual storyor part of this novel without the expressed permission of the author of this work.Table of ContentsCopyright PageBreaking Even (The Sterling Shore Series #5)Chapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18EpilogueChapter OneChapter TwoFind out about all Releases onMy Facebook PageAnd get a glimpse ofA Redo,Wren Prize’s story, once you’ve finished Breaking Even.Chapter 1BRINNo, no, no, no! Not today! I'm so sick of this!He has his side of the street, and I have mine. All he has to do is park on his side of the damnstreet.Our subdivision doesn’t allow driveways—a stupid rule that I don't understand—but the streetsare very wide and made for curbside parking. Everyone parks directly in front of their house. It onlymakes sense. Maggie and I park in front of our house.But this jerk, for some reason, refuses to park his car onhisside of the road—in front ofhishouse.The end of the cul-de-sac has a family with three teenagers, so they take up the entire arch forparking. Maggie and I already have to squeeze in. I have to park close to her so that our next-doorneighbors have plenty of parking room in front of their smaller house. The jerk across the road has awide open space directly in front of his large house, but he's a dick.Every night he gets here after my neighbor, Mr. Morgan, goes to work for his twelve hour shift.He takes his spot and parks right on my bumper in case Mr. Morgan comes back and needs room. Icould park across the street—in his spot—but that would be admitting defeat. And I refuse to bedefeated.Today he has really screwed up.I'm not going to spend twenty minutes backing up and pulling forward numerous times in aneffort to get out. Not happening. If he insists on parking onourside of the street, the least he could dois leave a respectable gap. It's a common courtesy. Apparently he’d rather piss us off as opposed topissing Mr. Morgan off.I have to work. His lazy ass sleeps half the day. He revs his engine at all hours—when he leavesand gets back. He doesn't show the slightest ounce of concern for anyone else. Enough is enough, andI've had e-fucking-nough.Before I lose my courage, I stalk across the street and bang on the door. A gentle rap might havebeen polite, but I'm not worried about manners right now. This bastard loves blocking me in. Todayhe'll move his car or... or... I'll do something, dammit.Silence.I almost lose my nerve, but I pull out my best big-girl guts, and I pound on the door again, longerthis time. I hear a string of curse words being spewed as someone stumbles inside the house, bumpinginto walls and crashing into things.I steel myself, ready for a fight. I'm anything but confrontational, but this dick has pushed me tomy limit.“What the fuck?” he gripes, swinging the door open to reveal something I wasn't expecting.I knew he was gorgeous—I have eyes. Hell, Maggie and I call him Mr. Sexy for a reason, but...um... wow. I hate him for beingwowright now.His dirty blonde hair is still messy from the bed, but in the sexiest way possible. His perfectlygolden skin is almost hypnotic, and his numerous tattoos might as well all saybad boy.And don'teven get me started on the piercings—one in his eyebrow and one in his nipple.I've ogled him from across the road before. He loves going out shirtless, so I've had plenty ofopportunities to drool.After numerous stolen gawks, I was fully prepared to be met by the Mr. Sexy that lives here. I
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