
First and Forever
Eve Dangerfield
(Rebirth, #3)
Publication date: May 4th 2022
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance
Theyâll fake it âtil they make it and then someâŚ
Football player Sloan âWillowâ Williams has been looking for The One for years. Heâs checked all the right placesâand some of the wrong onesâand found sh*t all. But the moment he sees Eden Jade Cartwright, he knows sheâs the girl for him.
Unfortunately, her entourage wonât let him anywhere near herâŚ
Eden doesnât want anything, aside from an international music career. She does, however, enjoy being worshipped, which the giant redhead seems inclined to do. But with a world tour beckoning, now isnât the time for a boyfriendâŚ
Willow has the perfect solution; a short, fake relationship that will boost Edenâs clout and scratch both their itches. Only heâs hoping the beautiful blonde will keep him around. And Edenâs praying sheâll be able to let him goâŚ
First and Forever is a standalone romance by the critically acclaimed author Eve Dangerfield.
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EXCERPT:
The thought reverberated around Willowâs head alongside the trance beat. Her trance beat. Eden Jadeâbetter known by her DJ name, Bunny Descent, stood behind the decks on stage, one hand raised. The lights turned her white-blonde hair to pink and her ripped wedding dress was spattered neon by the leaking glow-sticks her fans were waving.
Her perfect face was screwed in concentration as she fiddled with something on the decks. The music transitioned from a hard, pulsing beat to something Willow recognisedââSelf Careâ by Mac Miller. The crowd cheered, more people rushing toward the stage, hands raised. It was three in the morning and the tiny dance floor was thrumming.
Willow had expected the crowd to thin as the night wore on, but the opposite happened. Bunny Descent was the seventh DJ of the night, and the audience was more hyped for her than anyone else. Watching the crowd dance, he felt a surge of pride. From what heâd read in interviews, Eden was scared of not breaking through, worried her sound was too erratic for main stages. But there was no way the woman in front of him wasnât making it big. She oozed glamour and with each and every song, he grew more amazed she wasnât famous.
âShe is a goddess,â a guy slurred in his ear. âI, like, actually fuckinâ love her.â
Willow turned and saw the guy was talking to his equally fucked up mate, but that didnât change the fact he was vocalising his own thoughts about Eden.
Iâm different, he told himself.
Why?
I just am.
That had always been the only reason he needed. People called him overconfident, but that implied he tried to be confident. He didnât. He was just lucky. He got what he wanted.
As the music surged higher, Willow danced along with the crowd, working his weight from foot to foot. A few girls smiled, looking for someone to kissâor maybe because they recognised him, but he only had eyes for Eden. On stage she leant forward, touching the hands of the people dancing in front of her. The second she made contact, the crowd screamed fit to burst the roof. Willow knew exactly how they felt.
Heâd been scoping her Instagram for ages, but there was nothing like seeing her in real life. With her long blonde hair and big eyes, she looked like Sailor Moonâhis first and most powerful crush. He watched as Eden put her hands behind her head and shook, her tits bouncing in her wedding dress. Attraction burred through him like an electric current. Heâd never been so into anyone. Even Sailor Moon. What could that be but true love? As he watched her dance, he made himself a promiseâcome hell or high water, heâd talk to her tonight.
A hard elbow bashed his side.
âOi,â Derek shouted over the music. âWhat are we still doing here? Everyoneâs out of their minds.â
Willow danced away from his friend. âI dunno. Iâm not tired.â
âYouâre never fucking tired. Whereâs the patient?â
Willow glanced around. Patrick Normal, better known as Psycho, was swaying softly beside the bar, apparently having forgotten he wanted a beer. âPsychoâs⌠having a time.â
Derek followed his gaze. âFuck me, heâs maggoted.â
âYeah, heâll be up for hours. Better weâre still out with him, hey?â
âThis is all your fault. If Mara was in town, I wouldnât be here.â
âYeah, yeah. Youâve made it clear youâll be dogging the boys from now on, Hardo.â
The track Eden was playing bled into a remix of that Rasputin, love machine song. The dancers packed around the stage, jumping so hard the floor shook. Eden swished her white-blonde hair over her shoulder and his cock throbbed. He could see her doing that while she rode himâlooking down her nose as he worked to make her come.
His side burst with pain. He rubbed it, glaring at Derek. âWhatâs your problem?â
âYou. Youâre making gorilla noises.â
âYou could hear that?â
âOf course, IâŚâ A look of barely concealed terror dawned on Derekâs face. A look Willow knew all too well. He backed away in case Derek decided to put him in a headlock. âWhat have I done now?â
Derek pointed at the stage. âPlease tell me weâre not here because you want to fuck that DJ?â
Willow gave him a winning smile. âDo you want a drink?â
âI wanna know if you dragged me all the way to the city to watch you fail to pick up a DJ.â

Author Bio:
Eve Dangerfield has loved romance novels ever since she first swiped her grandmotherâs paperbacks. Now she writes her own stories about complicated women and gorgeous-but-slightly-tortured men. Her work has been described as ‘genre-defying,’ ‘insanely hot’ and âthe defibrillator contemporary romance needs right now’…and not just by herself or those who might need bone marrow…OTHER PEOPLE! She lives in Melbourne with her boy and a bunch of semi-dead plants. She can generally be found making a mess.
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