Exclusive Excerpt: Kiss Kill Love Him Still by Jamie Blair and Dawn Rae Miller

SYNOPSIS:Kiss Kill Love Him Still

Jackson Landis kept secrets. It’s how he got girls into bed, the grades he wanted, and a reputation for being the life of the party.

But now he’s dead, and no one knows how or why. Especially not the four girls whose secrets he protected. Secrets so scandalous they could cause each girl to lose something valuable. Secrets so dark, someone may have killed for them.

The four girls – a campus drug dealer, an overweight bookworm, a closeted lesbian, and a spoiled princess have one thing in common – they’re terrified the things Jackson knew may not have died with him. As Reggie, Haddie, Val, and Livie try to piece together her own role in Jackson’s death, each girl realizes Jackson had some not-so-pretty skeletons of his own.

Which makes a girl wonder, who really wanted Jackson Landis dead?

Kiss Kill Love Him Still Livie


Haddie pauses at the door before holding it open for me. “After you.”

Shouting erupts from across the parking lot. Four-letter expletives fill the air. The guy, the one whose car I stole, is walking toward me in handcuffs and a police escort.

They work quickly around here.

“You little bitch,” he snarls as he passes me. “What did you tell them? What?”

I grin and toss my head back, letting a laugh tumble out of me. “Have fun in there,” I say. “It’s a swell place.”

Haddie places her hand on my arm. “Really, Livie. Do you need to take it to that level?”

“What level?” I say, batting my eyelashes. “He tried to make me a felon. Only fair he gets a little of the action himself.”

Haddie bites her lip and leads me over to a Toyota Camry. I would have pegged her more as a VW Bug kind of chick, being round and oh-so-jolly like her, but I guess plain and boring is about the same thing.

A flash of cherry red catches my eye, and I spy the BMW convertible in the impound lot. Too bad it’s locked up. Driving it was a million orgasms worth of fun. I shut my eyes and remember Jax standing up in the passenger seat, his hair blowing in the wind, as I sped down the freeway.

Oh, Jax. Why, why, why did you have to die?

“Where would you like to go?” Haddie says with the most Goddamn sincere voice I’ve ever heard. It’s like she has a zillion girl scouts living in her pudgy body.

“Jax’s. I need to pick up some things.” Like all of my Louis Vuitton bags, my Hermes scarves, and of course, my Chanel everything.

She sits in the driver seat and tilts her head. “And that would be where?”

“39 Cherrywood Drive.”

Haddie slowly backs out of the parking space, and the car crawls toward the exit. “Can’t you make this thing go any faster?”

“Like the BMW you stole?”

How did she know that? “I didn’t steal it. That guy gave it to me in exchange for…favors.”

“So you’re claiming prostitution?” Haddie says with a smirk. “Nicely done.”

“That man knows what he did. He knows I didn’t steal the car.” I force my jaw together to keep any more information from spilling out.

“Really? Then why did they impound it?”

I shrug. “Don’t know.”

“It is interesting that they’d impound your car when you’re claiming prostitution.” We’re at a stoplight, and she turns her head to look at me. “But it must not be too bad if they let you off without bail.”

That surprised me too. Ruiz had mentioned bail, but they let me walk out on my own accord. I keep my mouth sewn shut.

Haddie must notice how hard I’m trying to keep it together because she laughs. “Not everyone is buying the prostitution story, Livie.” She signals and turns the corner. Jesus, can’t she go faster? “I know you stole that car, and I’m pretty sure Regina Walker knows too.”

Cool sweat pricks at the back of my neck. Who was this girl? And how does she know so much about me?




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