Jet. Jay Crownover
JET
Jay Crownover
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Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
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First published in Great Britain by Harper 2013
Copyright © Jennifer M Voorhees 2013
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Jennifer M Voorhees asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
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Source ISBN: 9780062302410
Ebook Edition © June 2013 ISBN: 9780007536306
Version: 2014-06-30
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Contents
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Ayden
Jet Keller was all kinds of temptation wrapped up in too-tight pants and with too many personal demons hidden in those dark, golden-rimmed eyes. He was every girl’s rock-and-roll fantasy, with an edge that made him just sharp enough to be hard to handle. And boy, oh boy, did I want to handle him in every way possible.
The trouble was that I was supposed to be making better decisions and walking a clean and much narrower path now. There could be no stops for the kind of things Jet inspired along the way, and no detours for the spontaneous combustion he brought with him. Unfortunately—or fortunately, depending on who was looking at the situation—it was a two-against-one battle, with my brain coming up short and my body and heart repeatedly overruling my better judgment.
Jet
Ayden Cross was a puzzle that, every time I thought I was close to solving, proved to have five extra pieces and no corners. For a long time, I thought she was a Southern belle, complete with mile-long legs in cowboy boots, but then she would turn around and do something that knocked me on my ass.
I had the feeling I didn’t know the real Ayden at all. I would gladly spend the time it took to unravel it all, to undo her in every way I could. But I knew firsthand what happened when two people who had opposite ideas of what a relationship should be tried to force it to work. I wasn’t up for that, even if she made all the parts of me that scorched and blazed manageable in a way no one else ever had.
So It Begins
Ayden
It was totally against everything I was supposed to be doing in my new life—to ask a really cute boy in a band to take me home. There were