The Hierarchy of Needs Portland Rebels Book 2

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Jamie Matthews is back home and at loose ends. Jamie is a former college athlete and now finds herself working at the local aquatic center as a swim instructor. She is also living at home and learning to deal with her family and her older brothers all over again. One night she heads down to the beach to hang out with her old friends. She runs into Dean Trescott, the one guy who she couldn’t forget.

Dean Trescott has been working at his father’s auto shop for as long as he can remember. He knows that he doesn’t have much to offer anyone else, especially Jamie so he has stayed away from her. Now that she is back home he realizes that his feelings for Jamie never went away. But how can he have a future with someone when he believes that he shouldn’t.

The Hierarchy of Needs is a sweet story about two friends that have a second chance at romance. I enjoyed the story and found myself falling for Dean. He is a sweet guy who since he was in high school didn’t want to have Jamie to be stuck with him in their small town. He has always wanted big things for her because he loves her. He is such a sweetheart and I really enjoyed him.

Jamie took a little bit of warming up to. I felt her biggest issues was that she never talked to anyone, not Dean about her feelings, her parents about what she wanted out of life. Jamie has wanted to be with Dean for years but he has always kept her in the friend role, so when they have a chance to be together she jumps at it.

It was great to see Dean and Jamie get together and make a future for themselves and also have a chance to change their careers as well.

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About Rebecca Grace Allen

Rebecca Grace Allen writes kinky new adult and hot contemporary BDSM romance. She holds a Bachelor of Arts in English with a double concentration in Creative Writing and Literary Comparison, as well as a Master of Science in Elementary Education, both of which seemed like good ideas at the time. After stumbling through careers in entertainment, publishing, law and teaching, she’s returned to her first love: writing. A self-admitted caffeine addict and gym rat, she currently lives in upstate New York with her husband, two parakeets, and a cat with a very unusual foot fetish. – See more at: http://www.rebeccagraceallen.com/about#sthash.ngkVvJap.dpuf

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Excerpt:

“Who are we hanging out with tonight?”

Krissy’s question yanked Jamie back into the present.

“Just my friends,” she replied, hoping her blasé expression would mask the restless energy pumping through her. “Three guys I grew up with and have known forever.”

The soft hisses and sizzling pops of the bonfire guided her toward where Dean and her friends were sitting. They made a semi-circle by the lifeguard stand she’d spent the summer perched on, a plume of smoke between them spiraling up toward the sky.

Jamie gripped the peeling white wood and swung her body around it, throwing herself into a grand entrance.

“Hello, boys.”

Dean had the mouth of an open beer bottle by his lips, but paused when he saw her, his lips curling up into a smirk. His chin was masked by the day’s worth of stubble he always seemed to have. His crop of dirty blond hair was cut close on the sides but longer in the front, a few slightly mussed strands hanging down low over his eyes. Every inch of him said confident and relaxed, from his ever-present work boots to the swirling lines of ink that wound like ivy from his wrist to his neck.

He was sex incarnate, a wolf on the prowl in a black T-shirt and jeans.

“Jamie Matthews. My favorite girl.”

“Oh, I’m still your favorite, huh?”

She was no more his favorite than the last piece of ass he’d hooked up with, but she liked the nickname nonetheless. She also liked the way his gaze swooped from her face to her breasts and back up again. It was part of the game they played, one she wanted to lose herself in tonight.

He grinned. “Of course.”

“Good to know.” Jamie dropped to the sand by his side, kicked off her flip-flops and stretched out her legs. “I guess that means I’m entitled to your beer.”

She snagged his bottle from his fingertips and took a deep, icy swallow.

“Oh, go right ahead.” Dean’s voice oozed with sarcasm, but there was humor behind it. He nodded to Krissy.

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