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Love Drunk
The Complete Series
Kristen Luciani
Love Drunk: The Complete Series © 2020 by Kristen Luciani
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Contents
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Book 1: You Belong With Me
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Epilogue
Book 2 - Not Over You
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Epilogue
Book 3 - Just Say Yes
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Epilogue
Book Four - Before You Go
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Epilogue
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Book 1: You Belong With Me
Meet the Adonis with more lines than a supermarket before a snowstorm.
Chris Camden, also known as Mr. All Wrong.
Sexy, playboy millionaires with dimpled smiles that can melt the panties off a nun are dead ends for anything but heartache. And Mia Bradshaw has already had her fair share. After her dreams of being a WNBA basketball player are dashed by a busted knee and her fiancé dies in a horrific car crash, she needs to start over and get her life back on track.
But when Chris saunters into her office oozing with charm and bulging with muscles in all the right places, she forgets all about stability and security. And oh yeah, her doting and very lukewarm boyfriend.
When she ends up in the middle of a power struggle between the two men angling for her heart, Mia realizes that the safe choice may be much more dangerous than she’d ever imagined and the high-risk option is actually the one she needs in her life.
One problem? The boyfriend. When Mr. Perfect loses his mask, can Mr. All Wrong save them both? Or is Mia destined to meet her final dead end?
Chapter 1
Things sure were different since the last time she’d competed in a place like this, her glory days a distant memory.
Mia grunted as she ran toward the Golden Gate Arena, late as usual. The cool breeze fluttered through her thin tank top, but she’d left her jacket in the car. No time to go back for it now. Goosebumps popped up along her arms, having little to do with the chilly air. Today was her big debut, in more ways than one, and she had to deliver.
Tip-off was in ten minutes, and she needed to find her team…fast. Her shoelace flapped against the ground as she ran. Dammit! What more could possibly hold her up? It was bad enough her boss Paul Emerson asked her to pick up some paperwork about Blue Coat Capital’s newest start-up investment, LazerShark. Their platform provided subscribers with interactive access to all the hottest video games on the market, and advertising revenue skyrocketed from their immensely popular celebrity athlete fantasy leagues.
Paul had just invested two million dollars for a pretty small stake in the company. Even though it was pocket change for him, she knew he felt pretty confident it would go the distance.
Mia bent to tie the lace, willing the frantic text messages from her colleagues to stop. A shiny, black Audi R8 veered around her into an empty parking spot, heat from the exhaust singeing the back of her legs. The squealing tires screeched to a halt, shooting up a cloud of gravel. “Aahh! My eye!”
The car door slammed and the driver ran over. “Hey, are you okay?”
Mia squeezed her eyelids shut, but the burning sensation made her cringe. Something lodged itself under her contact lens. The timing couldn’t have been worse. God, she hated these lenses but it wasn’t like she could play while wearing her glasses.
The young man bent and put a hand on her shoulder. “Is something wrong?”
“Yeah, as a matter of fact, I’m lamenting the fact that I’m partially blind right now!”
“Oh, well, um, can I do anything to help?”
“I think you’ve done enough. At least you didn’t run me over to get this spot. So, thanks for that.” She glared at him and jogged into the arena, shooting off a text to Alison, Paul’s assistant. Just got here. Problem with my contact lens. Running to the ladies’ room. See you in a minute.
The young man chased after her. “Hey, hang on, how did I do this, exactly? Am I missing something?”
Mia scanned the ceiling signs for a restroom, not bothering to face him. “If you’d been driving like a normal person, I might not have taken a face full of gravel.”
“I’m not sure that’s an accurate assessment.”
She snapped her head around, stiffening at the devilish glint in his hazel eyes. The goose bumps were back in force. “Really. And how would you explain it?
“I saw something I wanted and went for it.”
“Yup. With no regard for anything around you. Really responsible.” She folded her arms. Her contact lens was still in desperate need of a good rinse, but those deep-set eyes pulled her to him with the force of an electromagnet. One blink could extinguish the current flowing between them.
“More like focused, but okay. Let’s agree to disagree.” He reached into his duffel bag and pulled out a bottle of contact lens solution. “How about a truce? You can rinse your eyes. It’s brand new and unopened.”
Mia gritted her teeth. Why wouldn’t he leave her alone? Hadn’t she made it clear she wasn’t interested in anything he had to say? Um, that would be a big fat no since she hadn’t made any attempt to leave.
“Look, I appreciate the gesture, but I’m good.” She squared her shoulders and stalked to the ladies’ room, fishing in her bag for some eye drops. Her hand came out empty and she smacked it against her leg, the force stinging her bare skin.
“You’re sure you don’t need my stuff? It’s the kind of day when full use of both eyes would be beneficial, you know?”
Jeez, he was still there? The guy just couldn’t take no for an answer. Tears were streaming from her right eye, and the clock was ticking. Her phone pinged again. Letting out a defeated sigh, Mia faced him with a loud sniffle.
The young man flashed a knowing smile. “Take it. This is me attempting to make amends.”
“Thanks. This is me embracing the effort.” Taking the bottle, she cleared her throat. “I really appreciate it.”
“Don’t worry about it. Good luck!” He trotted toward the main court.
“But what about—”
He spun around, jogging backward. “Keep it. It’s the least I can do.” With a little salute, he was off.
Despite herself, Mia cast an appraising glance at the young man’s retreating backside. Whoa, he was so…argh! Definitely not like Alex, her very safe and uncomplicated friend-boy. Besides, a high-pressure job at the most prestigious venture capital firm in the country didn’t leave her with much down time to lust after anything other than sleep.
She hurried to the restroom to rinse the lens, groaning at her reflection in the mirror. A red puffy eye glared back. Sunglasses might help avoid curious stares.
The arena was packed with the movers, shakers, and rising stars of Silicon Valley, northern California’s hotbed for technology start-ups. Everyone was eager to prove their athletic prowess to colleagues and competitors for the annual Ballapalooza basketball tournament. Loud music blared from speakers positioned in the rafters, making the lacquered floor vibrate beneath her feet. Spirits were high and heckling was plentiful. This was going to be fun.
“Mia!”
Mia trotted in the direction of the voice, her sneakers squeaking on the freshly waxed floor. Alison Fitzgerald waved her arms over her head, clad in a tight tank top and shorts so skimpy they resembled a bathing suit bottom. Five-inch heels topped off the look. “It’s going to be a little hard chasing after the ball in those heels.”
“Please. I never play. I’m much more interested in where the networking part of the event may lead.” She dropped her voice. “Fortunately for us, Silicon Valley is mainly comprised of guys. Be careful not to show anyone up today, okay sweetie? We don’t want to alienate any of these prospects. Some of them are due for a massive windfall!”
“I’ll do my best to satisfy all.” Mia eyed her teammates. Since she’d only been with Blue Coat for a short time, there hadn’t been a lot of opportunity for socializing. Alison nudged her and pointed to a few nearby teams. “They’re always stiff competition. Think you can take them?”
“You’ll need to adjust your expectations a little. It’s been a few years for me.”
“Yeah, but it was for Tennessee, in the NCAA championship, which you won.” Alison grinned. “We’re all pretty anxious to see if you’ve still got it.”
“I may have played a couple of pick-up games since then. You’ll just have to wait and see.” Players swarmed the floor, their dribbling and passing abilities less than masterful. Athletic prowess was definitely lacking in the Valley. “Hey, where’s Paul?”
“Oh, he’s on the jet to New York. There was a meeting with some asset management client…or maybe it was a real estate developer?” She furrowed her brow and twirled a strand of blonde hair around her pinkie. “I don’t remember. Said it was pretty urgent, though.”
Alison was the worst assistant ever. She had her job because of the way she looked, and her primary goal was landing a soon-to-be-rich boyfriend. She’d told Mia as much on her first day. But she was also cute and sweet and very willing to dish all the dirt to the newest member of the Blue Coat family. Mia liked her right away. “So he’s blowing off the tournament?”
“That’s why we’re the best. Paul Emerson never misses a good business opportunity.”
Dan Harris, one of the senior associates, regarded Mia with a cold stare. “Not all of us made our claim to fame by rubbing elbows with celebrity athletes. Some of us built our reputations by spending hours poring over spreadsheets and dealing with neurotic business partners.”
Her shoulders tensed. What an asshole. Every single success of her career was attributed to sacrifice and hard work. Yeah, she’d fallen into some great opportunities, but they didn’t just materialize out of nowhere. Things never came easy, but try to explain that to a jerk who thought she’d been given the world because of who she knew, not that she had any intention of setting him straight. It was none of his damn business anyway. “We’ve all made choices. Some work out better than others, but I think we both know they’re never guarantees for success.”
“Paul believes you’re the second coming. Maybe that guarantee is closer than you imagined.” Dan folded his arms, a deep scowl on his face. A stray basketball flew through the air, bouncing off his shoulder with a loud thud. He stumbled and swung around to lash out at the owner. “Ahh! What the hell, Camden?” Dan clenched his fists as a tall guy with light brown hair ran over.
Camden? Why did that name sound so familiar?
Mia pulled off her sunglasses to get a better look. Holy cow. It was the guy from the parking lot. And he was…gorgeous. Tall, muscular, perfectly mussed hair, and eyes that could sear her insides with one fleeting glance.
