#❤️ by Cambria Hebert

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

(Hashtag Series #6 – Finale)

Series: Hashtag Series

(These are NOT standalones - must read in order)

Genre: New Adult College + Sports Romance

Release Date: November 9, 2015

Lovers Gonna Love…

Family isn’t always defined by blood.

Sometimes family is born of love…

Loyalty…

And choice.

Sometimes the bond that comes from someone having your back through the shittiest of times is stronger than anything you get from genetics.

And sometimes you find that piece of your soul you didn’t even know was missing.

I’m a lucky guy like that.

I found a love that will never fade. I found a group of people who aren’t just my friends.

They’ve become my family.

There’s only one place to go from here.

I’m gonna bind myself to Rimmel in every possible way.

I’m gonna bring our family even closer together.

The past has taught me it won’t be easy.

Especially when faced with repercussions from a night that ended in death.

But that’s okay.

Family doesn’t quit each other.

Love like ours never dies.

Happily ever after isn’t just for storybooks.

Excerpt from #Heart by Cambria Hebert

**Unedited**

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Braeden and Ivy

“Blondie,” I said, a little firmer this time and peeled her off my chest. “What’s the matter with you?”
Her lower lip stuck out in a pout and then wobbled.
It wrecked me.
The vulnerability she was projecting fucking took me down.
She reached for me again and I let her in, drawing her close and allowing her to burrow in as close to me as she could.
I rocked us both back and forth, a slight movement, but a comforting one. Clearly she needed comfort. Maybe that’s the reason Rim had been driving.
“Did something happen today?” I asked, hoarse.
Whose ass do I need to beat? The possessive bastard in me demanded.
“Promise me something,” she said suddenly, pulling back and blinking the snow from her face.
“Anything.”
Her eyes cleared and she shook her head. “No. No promises. Just tell me I’ll never lose you.”
Relief filled my limbs and made them heavy. I wanted to laugh.
I must have smiled because she scowled. “Why is that funny?”
“It’s not funny. It’s just the easiest promise I will ever make.”
“It’s not easy. It won’t be.”
What the fuck was she talking about?
“Ivy.” A hard note creeped into my tone. “Listen to me and listen good.”
Her eyes bounced between mine, like she was searching for something… but I didn’t know what. I’d give it to her, fuck I’d give her anything if I only knew what it was she needed.
“You listening?” I demanded.
Really, I was stalling for time.
I had to pull out some words right now. We all know how very little I liked words.
She nodded.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into that beautiful head of yours today and honestly it doesn’t really matter. Not for this. I’m not going anywhere. Never. Hell, I should be the one asking you to make that promise.”
She snorted. Clearly she’d spent the afternoon with my sister.
“Its ridiculous, right?” I asked.
She nodded, but then I saw the doubt creep into her eyes.
I took her face in my hands, noting how cold her skin felt. “It’s just as easy for me to make that promise as it is for you. You have to trust me, baby. You have to trust that I mean it when I say I’m yours and it’s not going to change.”
Why, why was she suddenly being so… so… chick-like?
Hell, we made it through Missy, our mutual attempt to push each other away, rape, Zach… the list went on. Why was she suddenly needing to hear that I wasn’t going to leave her?
“I trust you,” there was no doubt in her voice. “More than anyone.”
It didn’t really matter. The reason. If she needed to hear it then I’d say it.
I tucked her into my side to shelter her from the cold and turned us toward the house. “Come on, Blondie, you’re sexy ass is gonna freeze.”
Inside the garage we passed the Hellcat and Ivy looked up. “I’m sorry, you totally don’t need my emotional baggage right now. Today isn’t about me. It’s about you and I’m dying to know how the meeting went with Anthony.”
I hit the button on the wall so the door could lower. As it moved, the garage dimmed with the lost sunlight. I stopped short of opening the door leading into the house and leaned back against the wood.
She fit between my legs perfectly and I clutched the lapels of her red coat and tugged her close. “My very existence is about you, baby. Everything else is just details.”
Her face softened. “I think that might be my favorite thing you’ve ever said. Besides of course I love you.”
Words for the win!
“Give me some sugar,” I ordered.
She obliged and kissed me.

Cambria Hebert is an award winning, bestselling novelist of more than twenty books. She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair. Besides writing, Cambria loves a caramel latte, staying up late, sleeping in, and watching movies. She considers math human torture and has an irrational fear of chickens (yes, chickens). You can often find her running on the treadmill (she’d rather be eating a donut), painting her toenails (because she bites her fingernails), or walking her chorkie (the real boss of the house). Cambria has written within the young adult and new adult genres, penning many paranormal and contemporary titles. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense. A few of her most recognized titles are: The Hashtag Series, Text, Torch, and Tattoo. Cambria Hebert owns and operates Cambria Hebert Books, LLC. You can find out more about Cambria and her titles by visiting her website: http://www.cambriahebert.com.