I was happy in my small town. In my life as a single, thirty-two year old woman. I had a good job, wonderful friends, my independence.
I also hadn’t got laid in three years. Hadn’t been on a date in two. Had stopped counting calories and wearing makeup… a while ago.
Then Brett Jacobs waltzed in. Caressed my thigh, dug rough fingers into my hair, lowered his soft mouth to my skin, took sexual control of my mind and stirred it all around with what he packed in his pants. He flipped my quiet life upside down and crawled into a place in my heart I thought was dead.
The issue is his secret.
The issue is her.
The issue is that I don’t even know she exists, and he thinks she’s dead.
The issue is that shit is about to hit the fan and I can’t hold on to him tight enough.
Excerpt from Brett’s POV:
I used to be a man who didn’t care. Who smiled freely, put his shoes up on the table, drank to excess, loved without reserve. Then, the woman I loved more than anything in the world was taken. That day put a cloud over my life. Changed the man I was to the man I am now. A man who considers every action. Who hides more than he gives. Who lies more than he tells the truth.
I was lying when I met Riley. Playing a part that I’d cultivated to such a point that it felt natural. I was in a role, so I kept it. Provided a card that contained rows of lies. Talked and hinted of a life I didn’t keep. I played the part, I fucked the girl, and somehow, amid the skin and the touches and the gorgeous crook of her smile, I felt it. Felt a tugging on a part of my heart that I thought had died.
I should have let her go. Let her get on that jet and fly back home. Let my heart turn back to black, crush the weakness that had threatened. But I didn’t. I allowed the weakness to fester, to rot at the bones of my ribcage until my chest was cracked wide open and she had crawled inside and feasted on my heart. Inhaled it until there was no longer her and I but only us.
I didn’t know how to go back. Didn’t know how to break off this piece of my soul and give her back. Didn’t know how to sift through the lies and tell her the truth. Didn’t know how to be the man she deserved without losing sight of my goal.
I didn’t know how to hold on to that goal without letting it consume my future.
Excerpt from Riley’s POV:
I laugh. It may have been a mistake. His eyes flash in a way I’ve never seen. A new level of anger. A shriek of surprise comes out when he picks me up, underneath my knees and arms, curling me against his chest and shouldering us through the crowd, my kicking heels bumping strangers, my left hand hooking around his neck to protect my head while I pound on his chest with my other hand. “Let me down!” I yell in his ear, his face unresponsive, dark stubbornness on it as he plows through the crowd.
We break through the bodies and he backs through a door set into the wall, the music muffled in the dark hall we now reside in. I am finally free, his hands unceremoniously dumping me to my feet before he pins me against the wall, his other hand braced against the wall next to my head. He waits for the door to swing shut, the hall quieting to a level where shouting is not necessary.
“Now,” he speaks slowly and tightly. “Tell me what the fuck you planned to accomplish by coming here tonight.”
I bristle, trying to straighten off the wall, his hand pressing against my chest and easily keeping me in place. “I didn’t think I needed a reason to come see my boyfriend.”
“You think this is a game?” he thunders. “Girls disappear from this resort all the time. Just now, I carried you through that crowd while you were screaming bloody murder and not ONE person gave it a second look. What if it hadn’t been me? What if it had been someone else? Someone who carried you into this hall and raped you? Killed you?” His gaze moves down me, my face flushing at the realization that my dress, due to his carry, has ridden up to almost my waist.
“Jesus Christ Riley,” he groans, his voice softening, his hand leaving the wall to run up my thigh. “I can see your fucking panties.” He slips his hand underneath the dress, caressing the skin of my hip before moving to the front, my hand grabbing his wrist before it moves lower. If he touches me, I’m done. I know it, it’s happened too many times before. He’s learned every button I have and just how to push them. If he wants to, he can fuck me right here in this hall and I won’t be able to say a word to stop it. Despite if I’m mad at him. Despite if I don’t want to want it.
“Stop.” I press on his wrist, resists its movement.
His head came up, his eyes meeting mine. “Tell me you don’t want it.”
“I don’t want it.”
He steps closer, sliding his fingers under the top of my panties, my fight against the movement futile, my strength no match for his, his eyes tight on mine the moment when his fingers slide over the thin patch of hair and press inside of me. I close my eyes, sink a little against the wall, my legs spreading slightly on their own accord.
“Liar.” He whispers. “Open your eyes, beautiful. Open your eyes and tell me why you are here.”
Pricing & Details:
This book is 63,000 words long, roughly 300 pages in length. It is a standalone erotic romance, with a few dark elements. Price: $3.99
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