"Story starts off with a bang and doesn't let up."

- Emily, Goodreads Reviewer

"Diane Zparkki really manages to captivate the reader with her words and descriptions. I felt the fear, I felt the raw need, I felt the emotions come off these characters."

- Bailey Ember, Goodreads Reviewer

Excerpt
I came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me to find Jaxon had woken up and was leaning against the headboard. At some point during the night, he had taken off his shirt and socks and was lying there with only his jeans on. Shit, he was hot.
“Hey, hope I didn’t wake you,” I said bashfully, standing there in a towel.
“Nope, it was the knocking at the door.”
I didn’t even hear it.
“It was Gina. She brought up some clothes for you. She thought you might like to wear something clean.” He pointed to the leather chair where the clothes sat, neatly folded.
“Great.”
I turned my back to Jaxon and picked up the clothes to bring them into the bathroom to change. I hesitated for a minute then changed my mind.
My back was still facing Jaxon as I put the clothes back down on the chair. I could feel his eyes on me as I clutched the front of the towel where I held it together. Could I really do this?
My cheeks started heating up. I knew what I was offering to Jaxon was bold of me, but I hoped he accepted it and took the lead, because I was flying by the seat of my pants, which I was not wearing.
Take a leap of faith, Syd.
I took a deep breath and dropped the towel, trying not to act rushed, like this was something I had done before.
I put on the white T-shirt that had the club logo on it. Thank goodness Gina was a bit taller than me, because the hem of the shirt just covered my yoo-hoo.
I heard Jaxon’s feet hit the floor, but I didn’t move as he came up behind me and turned me around. I looked straight at his chest.
“Sydney, we need to talk.”
My eyes took a straight dive to our toes. I had assumed too much. What was I thinking?
“Babe, we need to talk either now”—Jaxon lifted my jaw to kiss it—“or”—he kissed the corner of my mouth—“later.”
With that kiss, it was going to be later. Much later. I was ready.
Jaxon had claimed me last night at the bar publicly, but I wanted him to complete the claim by taking me…all of me.
I wanted him.
I put my hands into his hair and found his mouth. Jaxon had the best lips I had ever felt. They were luscious. I’d had fantasies about the pleasure those lips would bring to me.
As he kissed me ever so gently, he reached under my shirt and slid his hand up my bare back, causing the front of the shirt to rise until he finally raised it over my head. He tossed the shirt back to the pile of clothes then reached up and entwined our hands together, bringing them down behind my back.
He kissed my neck down to my collarbone then let one of my hands go and started to rub one nipple with his fingers while his mouth circled the other. I could feel my body starting to quiver with each little tug.
He then put his hands on my hips and walked backward, pulling me toward the bed. He sat down and placed me between his legs, rubbing the side of my thighs as he kissed the space between my breasts. Then he kissed down the center of my body until he reached just above my pubic bone.
I anchored myself by running my hands through his hair before he suddenly turned me around and started to run his hands along my inner thighs, not quite getting to my heated box.
He continued to kiss my body, working his way up my spine to my neck, before he stepped in front of me, never removing his hands. Every inch of my body cried out for him, but it was my turn.
I took a step back and felt the bed at the back of my knees as I started to undo his jeans. I couldn’t believe how nervous I was from just trying to get his button undone. That was probably due to his silky tongue working its way up and down my neck.
I shimmied down his jeans, and when I had them low, I put my ass on the bed and started to work my way back on the bed in hopes that Jaxon would follow.
Jaxon stepped out of his jeans and crawled right over top of me.

Fixing Sydney Play List

 These songs were the soundtrack that inspired me when writing Fixing Sydney:

 “Try” by Pink

“Kiss by Kiss” by Brett Young

“Leather and Lace” by Stevie Nicks and Don Henley

“Sway” by Cole Swindell

“Wanted” by Hunter Hayes

“Good Man” by Lee Brice

“My Wish for You” by Rascal Flatt

“Making Memories of Us” by Keith Urban

“Just a Kiss” by Lady Antebellum

“Jailhouse Rock” by Elvis Presley

“I Knew I Loved You” by Savage Garden

“Never Stop” by SafetySuit

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