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Loving the Chase: Indecent Proposals
Loving the Chase: Indecent Proposals
Loving the Chase: Indecent Proposals
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Loving the Chase: Indecent Proposals

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Lila Lawrence - beautiful, innocent, desperate.
Chase Eastwick - sexy, arrogant, possessive.
Let the chase begin...


All Lila Lawrence wants is a chill junior year at college. Unfortunately, the ridiculously wealthy Chase Eastwick threatens her wish. Although he possesses criminally good looks, Lila wants nothing to do with the creep who is unwilling to take no for an answer and refuses to understand the concept of personal space.

But Chase soon becomes the only person she can turn to for help.

However, his help comes with strings attached...

WORD COUNT: 18,000

The standalone second book in the INDECENT PROPOSALS series! A sexy new adult contemporary romance novella with a hot alpha male, a beautiful virgin, and insta-love! You've been warned ;)

LanguageEnglish
PublisherIsla Chiu
Release dateMay 6, 2018
ISBN9781386429999
Loving the Chase: Indecent Proposals
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Isla Chiu

When I manage to tear myself away from taking Buzzfeed quizzes and watching unhealthy amounts of TV, I write romance and smut. My works feature alpha males, sexy times, and/or my sarcastic sense of humor. I hail from Cleveland, aka the best freaking city in the world, and believe LeBron James is the perfect human being. Despite all of my efforts, I have never truly been able to quit caffeine. My problematic favorites include Taylor Swift and Gone with the Wind. I love to hate/hate to love k-dramas. If I say I’m on a diet, I’m just lying to you and myself. One of these days, I'm going to get hypertension from an excess of salt, both literal and figurative. If I'm awkward around you, I probably don't know what to say to you and/or I think you're hot. And despite what anyone says, Forrest Gump so deserved that Oscar over Pulp Fiction. 

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    Loving the Chase - Isla Chiu

    Chapter 1

    I s it just my imagination or is that guy staring at me? I whisper to my roommate Tyra in the library.

    Tyra looks up from her math textbook, then spots the aforementioned staring guy across the room. Yeah, he’s staring at you.

    Do I have something on my face? In spite of the discomfort his gaze makes me feel, I can’t help but notice how handsome he is: short sleek brown hair, bright hazel eyes, clear tanned skin, and a red mouth that begs to be kissed.

    Tyra rolls her green eyes. The only thing you have on your face is a natural beauty that drives girls crazy with jealousy.

    Shhh! The guy from the table next to us glares at us through his round glasses.

    Sorry, I mouth at him.

    Don’t apologize. Tyra sends the shusher a pointed look. "Quiet conversations are allowed in this space. It says so on the sign."

    Can we move? Hazel-eyed guy is kind of creeping me out. He may be attractive—like Abercrombie-&-Fitch-model attractive—but he seriously hasn’t blinked for the last five minutes. It’s unsettling as hell.

    Sure, Tyra says, picking up her books.

    Thank God, the shusher mutters.

    My roommate clenches her teeth. You want to say that louder, you mother—?

    I grab her arm before she can throw a book at his glasses. Let’s go. I love Tyra, but sometimes her temper can match her hair—wild and red like fire. It does come in handy though when restaurants try to overcharge us.

    Thankfully, she calms down and lets me lead her out of the room, but not before sending the shusher a death-glare.

    Unfortunately, thanks to my cursed klutziness, I slip on some invisible thing when we’re out on the staircase. I open my mouth, about to cry out because I think my face is going to hit one of the stairs, but someone catches me before my head can hit the concrete.

    I blush. My savior has a pair of nice arms. Like ridiculously nice, thin yet muscular arms. I lift my head up, ready to thank my knight in a white t-shirt and jeans; however, the words evaporate from my tongue when I look up at the face of the handsome hazel-eyed creep.

    He smiles at me. Hello.

    Um, hi. I know I shouldn’t care, but damn, this guy is hot. He fills out his fitted t-shirt very nicely and those previously-mentioned arms. He’s tall too. I’m 5-foot-5, and the top of my head just reaches his shoulder. Thanks, I say as I keep my eyes on his chest, too shy to meet his stare.

    You’re welcome, but my eyes are up here, darling.

    My blush darkens. Oh, sorry—

    No need to apologize. He smirks. Many people have a hard time keeping their eyes off my chest.

    A very audible ugh comes out of Tyra’s throat.

    Let’s get dinner, he says. Statement, not a question.

    What? I’m not hungry. Of course my stomach chooses right at this moment to growl. Loudly.

    I think your body is saying otherwise.

    I’m trying to lose weight, I lie. Wow, he has amazing arms. Oh my God, why am I getting myself fixated on his arms? I should get away from this criminally attractive dude.

    His eyes not-so subtly study my body. Darling, you could stand to gain a few pounds. Then he asks, What do you like to eat?

    I only eat Soylent. Um, see you around. I attempt to extricate myself from his arms, but he grabs my hand before I can leave.

    You should have some real food.

    I’m fine with my Soylent. It’s like the future of food. It’s like post-food, which is perfect for our post-everything generation. What the hell am I saying? I sound like a freaking spokesmodel for Soylent. I don’t even like the stuff. I tried it once and thought it tasted like vaguely nutty sludge. Why can’t I just tell him no?

    Oh, for Christ’s sake! Tyra exclaims. She snatches my hand and yanks me away from him. Thanks for preventing my friend from getting a concussion, but we need to go.

    What about din—? he asks.

    She’ll call you, she replies. Before he can point out that we haven’t exchanged names, let alone phone numbers, she briskly walks down the staircase, taking me with her.

    She narrows her eyes at me once we’re out of the library. ‘It’s like post-food, which is perfect for our post-everything generation’?

    I babble when I get nervous, I say meekly.

    Clearly, she says. Jesus, you need to work on being more assertive. If you don’t want to go out with a guy, you should just tell him no instead of making a list of dumb excuses. Though that guy seemed especially pushy—I’m not sure if his ego could’ve taken no for an answer.

    Thanks for saving me back there. If she wasn’t around, I would probably be eating dinner with the jerk right now, then doing God-knows-what-else with him.

    "What are friends for? But seriously, you need to learn how to say no. Let’s practice. Lila, can you do my 18-page paper on Plato’s The Republic for me?"

    When is it due?

    No! The correct answer is ‘Hell no, Tyra, you can do your own fucking homework.’ She pats my cheek. You poor sweet thing. It’s a wonder that you’ve managed to avoid being taken advantage of by everyone in the world.

    Can we go to the law school library? I really need to finish my Physics problem set. Hopefully, we won’t run into the hazel-eyed creep there; the law school is on the other side of campus and usually pretty close to empty at night.

    Sure. I should probably get started on that 18-page Plato paper.

    Wait, that’s real?

    Sure is. And it’s due tomorrow.

    Oh my God, I actually want to help you write your paper now—

    "No. Then she says, There. See how easy that was?"

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