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C.M. Stunich
Sarian Royal
Loving Me, Trusting You
Copyright © C.M. Stunich 2013
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the
case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.
For information address Sarian Royal Indie Publishing, 1863 Pioneer Pkwy. E
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203, Springfield, OR 97477-3907.
www.sarianroyal.com
ISBN-10: 1938623630 (eBook)
ISBN-13: 978-1-93862363-9 (eBook)
"Triple M" Name Used With Permission From Melissa, Mireya, and Megan of "Triple M Bookclub"
Cover art and design © Amanda Carroll and Sarian Royal
"Optimus Princeps" and "Ultra Condensed Sans Serif" Fonts © Manfred Klein
"Ink In The Meat" Font © Billy Argel
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, businesses, or locales is
coincidental and is not intended by the author.
this book is dedicated to the following people, in no particular order, simply for being awesome:
Susan Lynn, Lola Stark, The Triple M Book Club, Amanda Heath, Sali Benbow-Powers, Melissa
Stewart-Allum, Rhea French, Brandy Little, Lance MacCarty, Amanda Carroll and the numerous
other amazing people who have and continue to believe in and support my work.
but most of all, this book is dedicated to those who have or will be told that they can't or shouldn't
do something because of their gender: I believe in you.
“What in the holy hell is wrong with that woman?” Austin asks, shading his eyes against the harsh
burn of the sun. My helmet's still on, and I'm peering out the visor at the remnants of Mireya Sawyer's
soul. They're scattered across the yellow desert for all of Triple M to see, laid bare and sizzling hot.
Even if I didn't know her as well as I do, I could see that she's bleeding inside, hurtin' so hard she
can't breathe. My first instinct is to cross the dry ground that separates us and take her into my arms,
whisper into her hair and tell her that everything's going to be okay, that I'll take care of her forever.
She'd probably kick me in the fucking nuts.
A smile teases the edge of my lips as I rub at the broken heart tattoo on my shoulder. Austin isn't
happy about the sudden stop, but I don't mind. I'd do anything for Mireya Sawyer. Even wait around
for seven plus friggin' years while she pined for my best friend.
“Should I go talk to her?” Amy Cross asks, sneaking up between Austin and me, and curling her
delicate fingers around his arm. Brunette hair whips around her face, hiding the expression of concern
that's there, genuine and sympathetic. She's a miracle that, girl. The one person on this earth that I
think is capable of handling Austin. She's calm, collected, and she don't hold no fucking grudge
against Mireya. I feel good knowing she's Austin's soul mate. I just hope he's aware of how lucky he
is.
“Nah,” I say, watching through the visor, waiting with my breath caught in my chest for that day that
might never come, for the day that Mireya Sawyer looks me in the eyes and tells me she loves me
right back. I've told her before. Just once. It didn't go over so well. I plan on doing it again, but I don't
know when. If I have to, I'll wait another seven years. I'd rather not, thank you very much, but I will.
I'd wait forever if I had to.
I glance over at Beck who's busy checking out Amy's ass. When Austin sees, he growls low in his
throat and our friend backs off, running his hand through his red hair and chuckling. Dumb as a
Goddamn doornail, but ten times tougher. I really believe that Beck could take out twenty men by

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