Sarah Adams

It's been twelve years since I've seen him. Twelve years since he won our war of wits by outsmarting me with a tactic I didn't even know was allowed. But tonight...I resurrect the battle.Ryan Henderson is back in town for our best friends' wedding, and I plan on showing him exactly how much I don't care about him--or the almost kiss he ruthlessly dangled over me after graduation.A lot has changed since our feuding days. I'm a successful bakery owner now, and I plan to rub every delicious detail of my life in his ugly face. Just one problem: his face is gorgeous. He wasn't supposed to look like this or pursue me like a sexy guided missile. I must stay strong until the wedding is over and Ryan scurries back into whatever alternate universe he escaped from. His interest in me is nothing but a continuation of the games we played in high school...right? But the longer he stays, the more I wonder if I'm wrong and his tender smile and heated attentions are genuine. Maybe it's not a game. Ha! Who am I kidding? This is Ryan we're talking about. Of course it's a game. A game called war. And this time, I will win.The Enemy is a closed door romance, perfect for readers who love lots of sizzle but no explicit content.

A Romantic Comedy

The Enemy

Grace Sinks

Somewhere in the world, Taylor Swift is feeling a tingle down her spine because of this Bad Blood reenactment.

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I’ve been doing nothing but running through the paces of my life these past twelve years. I go from achievement to achievement, turning over stones and trying to find something under them. I don’t know what that something is yet because I’ve never found it. I just keep moving to the next stone.

that’s actually one of the reasons i believe some things should remain according to the traditions.

And I know she’s not married, because you better believe the first thing I did when I saw her again was assess her ring finger.

the more time that passes, the harder it gets to rip those memories out of the steel vault I locked them away in. They are better left sealed away where they can’t hurt me anymore.

Or…at least where no one is able to see that they hurt me.

I have a feeling that everyone in June’s life lets her hide away, keep all her secrets pinned up inside her so she can hurt privately. Not me.

“June, I’m not interested in becoming the next guy in your long string of one and only dates. I like you—I have for a long time—and I’m done hiding it. I want to give us a chance, but one date is not gonna do it for me. So, are you ready to give up your rule?”

Fact: People stuck in their college days are more annoying than ingrown hairs.

I peel my mouth away from hers and look down at her thoroughly kissed face. Her lips are red and swollen, and her eyelids slowly flutter open until my favorite color of green pierces me.

And then, like magic, June leans her head on my shoulder. Honestly, I’m afraid to move. She’s an exotic bird that has just landed on me, and if I shift even an inch, she’ll fly away.

Her emerald stare is fixed on my face as I start gently wiping away the marks I left. I want to wipe away the ones I can’t see below her skin too.

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