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Read Online Books/Novels:Crave (The Gibson Boys #3)Author/Writer of Book/Novel:Adriana LockeLanguage:EnglishBook Information:

Hadley Jacobs is over Machlan Gibson.

Sure, she"ll always be a little weak to the dimple in his right cheek and the way his five o"clock shadow makes him ruggedly handsome. But that"s not enough to cover every other thing about him because they all drive her nuts. Like how he won"t admit he"s wrong even when he knows it and how he drives his stupid car a million miles an hour on wet asphalt. As she rolls back into town and takes a seat at Crave, she won"t take the bait. She"s over him. Mostly.

Machlan isn"t over her.

It"s not because he hasn"t tried. He reminds himself over and over that she"s not the girl for him. After all, she drives him insane with her sassy attitude and the way she calls him out on everything. She beats him at poker, even though she doesn"t know the difference between a straight and a flush, and when she looks at him with her bright, blue eyes, it"s unnerving. When she climbs onto that bar stool and orders a drink, he puts it in front of her and ignores the sparkle in her eyes. He"s not over her, but she won"t know that.

But she does know that. And he knows she"s not as over him as she"s pretending to be. When life forces their hand this time, there"s more on the line than a pile of poker chips. It"s their forever.

Crave is a standalone romance in a new small town, blue-collar series from USA Today bestselling author Adriana Locke. Join readers everywhere as they fall in love with the delicious Gibson Boys.Books in Series:The Gibson Boys Series by Adriana LockeBooks by Author:Adriana Locke Books



"This is the best idea I"ve ever had," I say to myself. "Or it might be the worst."

I park my car along the curb a few spaces down from Crave. The bar sits in front of me with its crooked "a" hanging sideways on the sign. Some of the red tube lights used to form the letters are bright, while others are dim, and I wonder if I should just re-start my car and go back home.

"No," I say aloud. "You have to do this."

The sun hovers over the horizon. The sky is spectacular with bright oranges and deep purples. Sunsets are one of my favorite things in the world, but I can"t enjoy this one. There are too many distractions.

Like how I didn"t tell my brother, Cross, I was coming to visit a night early.

And how I forgot my toothbrush and cell phone charger back at my apartment.

And how the underwire in the push-up bra that"s supposed to make me confident is actually poking a hole in the side of my boob.

Distractions abound, and I haven"t even made it to the biggest distraction of all"the one with deep chocolate brown eyes and a smirk I usually want to punch off his handsome face.

Machlan Gibson. The man I"m here to convince myself I can live without.

He might tie up my insides without trying. He might"ve been my first kiss and my first unofficial date"the first boy I snuck out of the house to meet in the middle of the night. He might know more about me than anyone in the world and be the one person with whom I hold the most secrets.

But it doesn"t matter. Not to him. And it can"t to me anymore.

Every time I come back to Linton, Illinois, I hope it"s the visit I stay for good. That Machlan will see what we can be, wrap me up in his arms, and ask me to work things out.

I"ve had that hope for years. That ends now.

This time, I"m over him. Or I will be before I leave. Somehow.

Taking a deep breath, I look back at the sign hanging askew. "You can do this," I prep myself. "Just go in, lay some groundwork, and get out before you get in over your head."

My sneakers hit the asphalt before I can rethink this entire thing. My stomach squeezes so hard I think I might have to sit back down.

Straightening my shirt, I pull a deep, steadying breath. The only indication of how wobbly I am on the inside is the way the little four-leaf clover necklace vibrates on my chest. "I"ve got this."

"You got what""

I spin around, hand covering my heart, and find Peck leaning on the hood of my car. My friend since the day I met him, he"s also Machlan"s cousin. Ridiculously charming with his blond hair poking out the sides of his baseball cap, he has a smile that could end a world war.

"I got your number, that"s what I got," I say with a laugh. "What are you doing, troublemaker""

"Oh, just seeing what this cute little redhead was doing talking to herself. Then I realized it was you and I was like, "Eh, I don"t really need a trip to the ER tonight.""

I know what he"s getting at. Machlan is at Crave.

I pop him in the shoulder. He winces, humoring me, before shoving off the car and following me as I head down the sidewalk.

"What brought you back to town"" Peck asks. "Haven"t seen you in a while."

I gaze at the horizon and the way the sun is barely visible over the tree line. I wish I were on Bluebird Hill watching it go down.

"Do you remember that tire swing we put up on Bluebird Hill"" I ignore his question and ask one of my own. "Is it still there""

"I think so." He takes off his hat emblazoned with a machinery company"s logo and runs a hand over his head. "I haven"t been up there in a while. The last time ended up with my truck being buried up to the axle in mud and me having to call Machlan to come get it out at two in the morning." He grins sheepishly. "I"ll let you guess how that call went."

My feet stop moving, so Peck halts too. We stand a few feet from the doors to Crave. His eyes search mine in a way only capable someone you"ve known for a long time can.

"He"s in there," he says, motioning toward the door with his head.

"I hope so."

Peck"s brow furrows. "Not the answer I was expecting."

"Why else would I show up here""

"Don"t you guys usually try to do this behind closed doors"" Peck asks.

"Do what""

He runs his tongue along his bottom lip before biting down to withhold a grin. It doesn"t work. I roll my eyes at both his question and reaction and head toward the door.


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