Title: Peace of Infinity
Author: Maegan Abel
Release Date: Sept 19, 2016
Two words that bring out a wide range of meanings, depending on who you're asking.
According to Evangelie Walker, the women in her family are cursed. She's watched this curse run rampant her entire life and she's not about to fall into the trap. To protect herself, Evie keeps everyone at arm's length, aside from her sister, Cara.
Things are a little different for Gavin Jericho. He's spent his life waiting for Evie, just like he always does. He knows, without a doubt, she'll appear at some point and the hollow ache he always feels during the wait will give way to the completeness she brings.
There are theories about soul mates ranging anywhere from completely romanticized Fiction to scientific belief of one soul separated into two bodies. But is it a blessing or a curse to be tied so undeniably to another soul?
Can you find peace in your Infinity?
As I sat on the side of the road, waiting forever for the cop to approach my car, that sick feeling came back. He turned on the spotlight and my head started pounding when it shone directly into my eyes from my side mirror. I leaned forward and rested my head on my steering wheel while I waited, nearly jumping out of my skin when the knock finally came.
I glanced over and when I saw a familiar pair of dark eyes wearing a less familiar irritated expression, I sighed in relief and rolled down my window. “Thank fuck it’s you.”
His irritation darkened into anger. “So, now you want to acknowledge my existence?”
I swallowed hard. He had me there. “I wasn’t ignoring your existence, just your calls and texts. It’s not like you came by,” I tried, lifting my chin as I went with uppity. I should’ve known better.
“Because coming to your place worked out so well for me last time.” The way his eyes narrowed twisted something inside me into an almost painful knot.
He was throwing what happened back at me like I’d done something wrong. He was the asshole who left. I glowered back at him.
“Listen, Officer Fuck Weasel, you’re the one who walked out of my house when I was ready for action. You’re the one who couldn’t handle what I wanted. Stop blaming me.”
His gaze hardened and he slowly assessed me. “Are you drunk, Evangelie?”
“No,” I scoffed, scowling.
“You were doing seventy when you hit the city limits. In a fifty. And you’ve been drinking,” he sighed and shook his head, clenching his jaw like he wanted to say more.
“I’m not drunk,” I spat, having had enough. I shoved open my door, causing him to take a step back, and held both hands out to my sides. “You want me to do the sobriety test, let’s go.” I wasn’t lying on that front. I wasn’t drunk. I knew my limits well and I wasn’t stupid enough to get behind the wheel of a car when I was intoxicated.
He stared at me for a moment and I felt my breathing stutter as his eyes lowered languidly. Grabbing the front of my dress at my stomach, his hand fisted in the material and he yanked me forward. Even on my heels, I was able to keep stable with the movement, but my body slammed into his. The move, as well as his proximity, made me a little dizzy.
“This. Fucking. Dress.” His voice was a controlled growl and I barely stopped the moan that wanted so desperately to give me away. I took a breath, attempting to steady myself.
“Do you want me to take it off?” I licked my lips deliberately and there was no control to the growl that followed.
His hands burned a path along my skin, even through the material of my dress, as he wrapped his fingers around my hips. I leaned into him. “Ev.” It was a clear warning and, rule-breaker that I was, I chose to ignore it.
“Are you going to cuff me?” I asked, trying to hide the quiver in my voice—and my lady bits—by giving him a playful smirk as I lifted my hands between us. I’d planned to flirt my way out of the ticket, I just didn’t realize how easy it would be.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. I couldn’t help the small tremble as I watched his tongue come out and wet his lips before he swallowed. “I’ve missed you. Tomorrow night, you’re mine.”
Reality check. Shit. I shook my head, unwilling to let him dictate the timeline. “I’m busy tomorrow.”
His eyes narrowed. “Sunday,” he said in a tone that told me he wasn’t asking, and I didn’t really want to say no anyway.
I did, however, need to make a point. “I haven’t changed my mind about what I want.”
He moved forward, finding a way to get closer. I backed up with his movements until I was against the rear door of my car, pinned between him and the unforgiving metal. “Then we’ll just do it your way until I can convince you otherwise.” He leaned his face closer and my eyes drifted shut. His lips just barely grazed mine before the heat of his body disappeared. “I’m following you home. Drive the fucking speed limit, Ev.”
I blinked several times into the emptiness until a car door closed in the distance and turned as he shut off the spotlight on his cruiser, his smug grin clear without the blinding light.
“Asshole,” I said, making sure I over-enunciated the word so he could read it on my lips.
I could hear his laugh as I climbed back behind the wheel of my car, driving a little more cautiously with my police escort. Once I was in the driveway, Gavin waited in his cruiser and I took my time on the walk up to the house, sashaying just to be a tease. I half expected him to follow or at least say something, but he did neither. He waited until I closed the front door behind me and only then did I hear his car pull away.
Maegan despises writing about herself in the third person. She also hates touting her accomplishments like she thinks she’s really done anything special…
Now that we got that out of the way, I’ll tell you what you need to know. I was born and raised in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I went back to school in my late twenties and studied Stage Production Technology. I now work full-time in the alterations shop of a major department store and part-time backstage in the various theatres around the area.
I’ve been an avid reader from a very young age and the top goal on my list of things to accomplish in my life was to write and publish a book. During the summer of 2013, while working backstage on The Lion King, I read eleven books in four weeks. I read my first New Adult book and was introduced to a genre I felt I could totally relate to. The idea for Perfectly Broken and the character of Lili was born backstage during that time.