My Mind's Eye (Pub Fiction #1)
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Authors: Gillian Jones
My Mind’s Eye
by
Gillian Jones
Copyright © 2015 Gillian Jones
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Gillian Jones is in no way affiliated with any brands, songs, musicians or artists mentioned in this book.
First eBook edition: June 2015
Edited by Hot Tree Edits and Deliciously Wicked Editing
Cover design ©: Book Covers by Ashbee designs
Image: Dollar Photo
Formatting by Paul Salvette
About the Book
Ryker
She is the epitome of the girl next door, but with a feistiness that makes my dick throb.
I’m drawn to her like no other. She stirs things in me I have no desire to feel, makes me long for things I shouldn’t.
This is my game. I choose the players, and I never play for keeps.
I don’t believe in fate. I make my own destiny. I work hard and play harder. Luck is for pussies, karma for idiots. Me, I make shit happen.
Meeting her fucked up my plan. Threw me off my game.
I’m now face to face with my karma. Her name is Kat Rollins.
Kat
Ryker Eddison is the epitome of a player. You know the type: Mr. Get In and Get Out.
He’s all about the chase, wanting just one night. Everyone knows this—I know this. Still, I find myself craving him, my greedy body betraying what my heart and mind already know:
he will only bring me pain.
He’s the guy who girls like me should avoid. I’m smart; I know better. But when I’m with him, I feel things I’ve never felt before. Things I never knew I wanted.
I can’t deny it … I like the chase. The high is explosive, but I’m afraid if I give in, I may end up losing more than I can handle: my heart.
Dedication
To my incredibly patient and loving husband and son,
thank you for ignoring me while I ignored you.
You guys are my everything.
Thanks for letting Mommy try on this hat.
Table of Contents
My Mind’s Eye Playlist
Can be found on Spotify
Ed Sheeran – Thinking Out Loud
Sarah McLachlan – In Your Shoes
The Tea Party – Heaven Coming Down
Queens Of The Stone Age – Make It Wit Chu
City and Colour – Sleeping Sickness
Tyler Ward & Anna Clendening – Stay With Me
Chris Cornell – Can’t Change Me
112 – Only You-Bad Boy Remix (feat. The Notorious B.I.G. & Mase)
3 Doors Down – Here Without You
Hedley – For The Nights I Can’t Remember – Live
The Flys – Got You (Where I Want You)
Deftones – Change [In The House Of Flies]
My Chemical Romance – Welcome To The Black Parade
Ray LaMontagne – You Are the Best Thing
Van Morrison – Into The Mystic
Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros – Home (featuring the Gulu Widows Choir)
Mark Morrison – Return Of The Mack
Bruno Mars – Locked Out Of Heaven
Bruno Mars – When I Was Your Man
Rita Ora – I Will Never Let You Down
Xavier Rudd – Love Comes And Goes
John Butler Trio – Used To Get High
Hey Monday – How You Love Me Now
Coldplay – A Sky Full of Stars
112 – Only You-Bad Boy Remix (feat. The Notorious B.I.G. & Mase)
Prologue
Kat
April
M
y ears acknowledge the shrill sound of an alarm blaring in the distance. The annoying sound disturbs the little sleep I was finally getting. “Claire, shut off your bloody alarm clock. It’s Saturday, for Pete’s sake.” I huff in annoyance.
It isn’t until I turn over on my side, nuzzling deeper into my duvet, I register my best friend and roommate’s unfamiliar tone—
panic
.
She sounds panicked.
Claire is on my bed yelling at me.
“Kat! Kat, come on, come…fuck!” she shouts, tossing my covers aside. She’s trying to jerk me up and out of my bed without an ounce of patience or care. “Kat, I need you to wake the fuck up.” Claire yanks on my arms, and continues to yell at me.
What the fuck?
“Get the hell up already, Kat. We need to get the fuck outta here, like, now!” She uses a force unlike any I’ve ever known her to possess, and it propels me out of my cozy cocoon to an up-and-unsteady position, one that lands me with half of my body on the bed, the other half on the floor.
“For God’s sake, Claire, what the hell are you doing? Are you drunk?” Without a word or time for me to catch my bearings, Claire pulls me up so I’m standing face-to-face with her.
“We need to get the fuck out of here, I said. Shut up and move. Follow my lead, Kat, and stay close.” Before I can respond or ask why, Claire grabs my hand and with stubborn determination, leads me out of our tenth floor Brock University dorm.
Smoke.
Is that smoke I smell?
I’m still groggy, but as the adrenaline from being awoken so abruptly by this harsh version of Claire starts to weave its way into my system, I’m becoming more alert and aware of my immediate surroundings. I notice more and more students, all moving frantically and rushing in scattered directions, vacating the dorms as quickly as possible.
“Oh my God! Claire, do you smell smoke? I think I smell smoke. Holy shit, Claire, the dorms, they’re on fire!” I assault her ear with information she clearly already knows. As we walk, I begin to fully register what’s going on. Desperation is taking over as I try to inch in closer to Claire’s back, as if being closer to her will protect me. Instinctively, my feet are trying to make my body pick up its pace. My fight-or-flight instincts are kicking in. It’s like they know we need to get fucking moving.
My flight instinct always wins
.