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Nowhere But Here Thunder Road, 1. An unforgettable new series from acclaimed author Katie McGarry about taking risks, opening your heart and ending up in a place you never imagined possible. Seventeen-year-old Emily likes her life the way it is: But when a reluctant visit turns to an extended summer vacation among relatives she never knew she had, one thing becomes clear: Not the club, not her secret-keeping father and not Oz, a guy with suck-me-in blue eyes who can help her understand them both.

Oz wants one thing: They protect people. No one wants them to be together. But sometimes the right person is the one you least expect, and the road you fear the most is the one that leads you home.. Top Books. Top Authors. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

I couldn't do it without you. Big thanks to my family and friends for their love and encouragement, and most of all, thanks to my husband, my real-life hero and inspiration. This book has been ten years in the making, and I've loved every single one of them.

Thanks for asking me to dance. I couldn't put my finger on the number-and I definitely couldn't do it after my fourth tequila shot-but I figured that at thirty and still single, bachelorettes had ceased to be a fun rite of passage, and had instead become a wake-up call that if Prince Charming wasn't coming soon, I'd have to start exploring my options in the amphibian variety.

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Of course, it didn't help that this was my sister's bachelorette-my cute-as-a-button, too-young-for-wrinkle-cream sister's bachelorette. Or that she was marrying my high school ex-boyfriend.

I didn't care; I mean we hadn't been together in over a decade, but the fact that my future brother-in-law had once seen me topless added to the surreal feeling of the whole thing. I took shot number five like a champ.

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Somewhere between dinner at Lavo and partying at Tao, this seemed to have hit her with a vengeance. On anyone else, it would have been annoying; on Meg, it was somehow still adorable. At twenty-five, she was the baby of the family.

A good five inches shorter than me, we shared the same blond hair and brown eyes. We both had curves, but on her, they were bite-size.

I was a king-size-tits and ass that could put your eye out-not to mention the pink phalluses bobbing awkwardly on my head. It had been Meg's idea to dress up, and I hadn't been able to disappoint her. So here I was, thirty years old, terminally single, wearing penises on my head, a hot pink barely there tube dress, and fuck-me Choos that topped me out at six feet.

If I ever got married, I was so not doing a bachelorette. Or bridesmaids in hideous dresses.

Or arguing with my fiance over whether we'd serve filet mignon or prime rib. I loved meat as much as the next girl, but the drama surrounding this wedding had my head spinning, and I was just the maid of honor. If I were the bride?

I totally got why people eloped.

My parents could do the big wedding with Meg. At least they'd get the budget option with me-if I ever got married at all. Shot number six came faster than a virgin on prom night. I wasn't really even tipsy.

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I could definitely hold my liquor, but this was Vegas, and everything about tonight screamed excess, and as depressing as it was to be the eldest, even worse, I felt like the mother hen to the group of three Southern girls ready to make the Strip their bitch.

It was time to up my game. I rose from our table and headed over to where Stacey and Amber, my sister's friends from college, were dancing, determined to kick this feeling inside of me's ass. When I'd look back on this evening, and it would play in my mind on repeat for months to come, this would be the moment. Freeze it. Remember it.

How often could you say that you could pinpoint the exact moment when your life changed? I could. If I had anyone to blame for the wild ride that came next, it was Flo Rida.

Because as soon as "Right Round" came over the club speakers, my tequila-fueled body decided it needed to move. It was the kind of song you couldn't resist the urge to dance to; it made normal girls want to grab a pole and let loose.

Okay, maybe just me. But it felt like kismet, like the song played for me, to breathe life into my sad, old self. So I danced, pink penises gyrating and flickering, hips swaying, hair swishing, until my world turned upside down. NOAH "Dibs. There are four of them. He lulled you into thinking he was just fucking around.

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He never was. You can't bang four chicks. Lately, though, this shit had been getting darker and darker.

We'd broken off from the rest of the group, Joker had gone back to the hotel to call his wife, and now Easy was drinking like he wanted to die. The Strip had seemed like a good idea four hours ago, but I was tired and now I just wanted to collapse in the suite we'd booked at the Venetian.

I'd flown four sorties leading up to today, each one more demanding than the last. Today's double turn had topped me out at six flights this week, and my body definitely felt it. I was tired, my schedule screwed six ways to Sunday, and right now I was far less concerned with getting laid than I was with getting more than five hours of sleep.

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As the squadron's weapons officer, it was my job to make sure we were tactically the shit. Babysitting F pilots with a hard-on for trouble?

Not in my job description. It was really sad when I was the voice of reason. Sending a bunch of fighter pilots to Vegas for work was basically like putting a diabetic kid in a candy store.

We got as much training done as we got tits and ass. And considering we pulled fourteen-hour workdays? That said something. The flash of pain in Easy's eyes was a punch to the nuts. It was worse than I'd thought.I also didn't really like Oz, who seemed like a caricature to me.

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