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    Significance: Sin City Hearts
    Significance: Sin City Hearts
    Significance: Sin City Hearts
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    Significance: Sin City Hearts

    By Cat Mason

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    Mitchell Taylor has spent most of the last five years overseas serving his country. Finally, home after months of being separated from his longtime girlfriend, Becky, has him ready for change. 
    Between celebrating and adjusting to him being home, the couple soon learn they aren't on the same page with their relationship. Pain, loss, maddening friends, and fear of the unknown will test them both as they come to terms with what is really important. Love. 
    Will Becky let fear and doubt rob her of the happily ever after with her sailor? Laughter, tears, triumph, and tragedy are all significant parts of life that we all face whether we like it or not. It's all how we deal with them that make us who we are. 
    This is their story. 
    Contains adult content and subject matter. Significance is a prequel to Gravity, book one in the Sin City Hearts series, previously Artistic Pricks Ink, and a companion novella to Solitude, book two.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRollin' Low Media
    Release dateJul 18, 2016
    ISBN9781536537550
    Significance: Sin City Hearts

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    Significance - Cat Mason

    Sin City Hearts

    Gravity

    Significance

    Solitude

    Dear Reader,

    Significance takes place one year before Gravity, Sin City Hearts Book One. This is Mitch’s story, well, part of it. I had fully intended on moving ahead, but he felt otherwise. His past is one that unfolded before me like a movie, so there was no way I could bypass it or do flashbacks as needed. You have to experience it first hand as I have. It’s told partially through the eyes of his first love, Becky. The mystery that is Mitchell Taylor, answered by the only one who can explain him: the one who holds his heart.

    Chapter One

    Becky

    Becky, move your ass! Madison screams, pounding her fists against my front door. If I’m late to see my sailor because you’re primping, I can’t be held responsible for my actions.

    Straightening my blue sundress, I stare at my reflection in the living room mirror and smile. He’s home. He’s safe, I whisper, reminding myself that after months, I can relax. The nightmares night after night of him not coming home to me are over for a while. Now we can begin to build the life we have talked about on the phone and over video chat while he was serving our country.

    Butterflies and adrenaline course through my veins in anticipation. It’s not easy in this life, as I have learned. In the five years that we have been together, Mitch has been deployed three times. It’s hard, and some nights, I thought I would never survive one more day without him here. A lot of nights, I lie in our bed and cry for him to come home, but I never tell him. It’s my job to be strong for him while he is away, no matter how hard it can be.

    Grabbing my bag, I open the door and meet a seething Maddie. Her heels click against the concrete as she paces my porch while twirling her long blonde hair between her manicured fingers. Oh, Mads. I giggle, locking the door behind me. You know they don’t jump right off the bus for you to tackle. There’s protocol.

    I know, I know. I’m just excited. Pulling my arm, she nearly drags me up the walk. I still can’t believe you cut off so much of your hair. Mitch is going to come unhinged when he sees how hot you look.

    I hope so. I just wanted something different, I reply, adjusting the new short black layers that took nearly an hour to curl into loose spirals. I tend to romanticize the reunion after being apart so long and want everything to be perfect— it’s hard not to. The first time he was deployed, I didn’t take things into consideration like his exhaustion from traveling for days and adjusting to time change. Needless to say, when he slept for ten hours without even taking his pants off, I was a bit disappointed. This time it’s different. I’ve been planning Mitch’s first day back home since he left. Knowing he will need to rest, his first official day home will end up being spent catching up on sleep.

    Tomorrow, though, is a different story.

    Climbing into my truck, I start the engine and attempt to shake off the nerves while Maddie settles into the bench seat beside me. My fingers tremble as I grip the steering wheel and pull onto the street, but it’s a happy day. The love of my life is only minutes from me right now. My heart leaps in my chest in anticipation the entire ride.

    The base is packed, the entire crowd waiting in anticipation. Family, friends, and military personnel are all ready to greet the wave of men and women who have spent months bravely serving and protecting our country on foreign soil. I stand clutching Maddie’s hand, the air around us laced with indescribable excitement. As the Commanding Officer speaks, I think back to the moment that brought me here, the day Mitchell Taylor walked into my life and ruined me for anyone else.

    Becky, you’ve got a walk-in, Maddie shouts from the front desk of the spa we both work for.

    Send her back, I call out, stacking the freshly cleaned towels into the cabinet.

    Turning on my heel, I stop in my tracks when I see him grabbing the bottle of pink nail polish off my shelf. Six foot tall and standing at my pedicure station, his deep brown eyes are locked on me. His long, lean legs are encased partially in khaki shorts, and a gray t-shirt with Navy written across it in blue letters stretches across his shoulders and chest. Becky, huh? His voice rushes over me like a tidal wave.

    Yes, I reply stepping toward him, forcing myself to speak instead of stare at him.  What can I do for you?

    He smiles and my steps falter. Name’s Mitch. Made a bet, he says, gesturing out the front window to the guys laughing and snapping pictures. Gonna need a pedicure.

    Without another word he hands me the bottle and kicks out of his sandals before stretching himself out in my chair. Okaaaay, I reply, looking him over carefully. "You don’t look the type to want a pedi, especially one with Feelin’ Flirty Pink nail polish."

    Mitch’s eyebrow arches, his lips quirk up in amusement, forcing me to bite back a laugh. Are you refusin’ to serve me, Becky? That’s discrimination. As a man who swore an oath to protect and defend all rights for every American, I’m shocked you want to deny me something so simple.

    I wasn’t... I mean... I stammer, before blowing out a breath. Shit. I’m sorry, that was very unprofessional of me, I say, knowing that the last thing I ever want to do is upset a customer. I mean, shit, if the guy wants to have pink toes in his combat boots who am I to stand in the way? Even if the only reason he has to do it is because he lost a bet.

    Here you are rubbing salt in the poor man’s slashed up ego, Becky. Gold star.

    You should be, Becky, you should be, Mitch scolds, clicking his tongue in disapproval as his gaze roams over my body before landing on my eyes once again. The only way to make up for this horrible injustice is after you paint my toes pink, you have dinner with me. What do you say? he asks, smiling.

    Wait, what?

    Kneeling in front of him, I grab the clippers and begin trimming his nails down.

    You lost a bet, huh? I ask, ignoring his question.

    Who says I lost? he chuckles, causing me to look up at him. Got you talkin’ to me, didn’t I?

    My eyes fly up to the window where the guys are now exchanging cash and it hits me. You did all this just to talk to me? I gasp, staring at him in disbelief. You could’ve walked in and  said, I don’t know, ‘Hi, my name’s Mitch. Wanna go out?’.

    "Sure, it’s

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