For years I’ve been planning my escape.
Preparing for the day when I could leave home and never look back.
But when the moment came, it didn’t happen like I had planned.
I didn’t pack up my car and drive away, watching my old life disappear in the rearview mirror like I had always envisioned I would.
Instead, I ran—quite literally—as fast and far as my feet would take me.
I didn’t know where I was going, only that I had to get away.
And that’s when he found me…
He was unlike anyone I had ever met before.
A man who lived by his own code. Who answered to no one but himself.
He didn’t care where I came from or why I was running.
He didn’t care that my father was a powerful politician that would stop at nothing to bring me home.
Once he had me, I was his.
A Thousand Cuts
I used to believe in fairy tales.
But then I grew up and I realized that life isn’t like the books I once loved so much.
There are no princes riding in on their white horses.
No magic wands or fairy god mothers.
And no happily ever afters.
Ryland Thorpe taught me the hard way that good doesn’t always win and sometimes the people we trust the most are the ones that can hurt us the deepest.
At fifteen, my world began and ended with him.
He was my older brother’s best friend.
He was my protector.
He was the boy I had loved since I was old enough to understand what loving someone meant.
And he was a liar…
It’s been five years since I’ve seen him.
Five long years and the memory of him still haunts me like it was yesterday.
Only he’s not just a memory anymore.
Prison has hardened him, changed him, altered him in ways I never expected. But beneath it all I can still see a glimmer of the boy I used to love.
When lies are exposed and secrets are revealed, I find myself questioning everything I thought I knew.
They say the first cut is the deepest.
They were wrong…
For years I’ve been planning my escape.
I met Thad Mitchell for the first time when I was just a child. I didn’t remember much about him- except that he pushed me off a swing set when I was four years old and broke my arm. Not the best thing to remember about a person but there it is.
He moved away a couple years later and soon became a distant memory. That is until I walked into my parent’s house after being gone for four years to find him sitting at the kitchen table with my family like he’d been there all along.
The second his blue eyes found mine it was instant- the attraction, the spark, the zing as some people call it. In that moment my entire world shifted. Every second, every minute that followed became a whirlwind.
Thad didn’t just turn my life upside down; he ripped through it– an unstoppable force of nature that wouldn’t be satisfied until there wasn’t a single facet of my life left unturned. And yet somehow at the end of it all he was still the only thing I wanted.
Haunted by a past he can’t escape- the only question that remains is can I find a way to calm the storm that rages inside of him or will I end up just another causality in his unrelenting path of destruction?
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Forget everything good you’ve been told about love, because none of it’s true.
You don’t agree?
Spend a day in my shoes and you’d curse love too.
My name’s Blue.
Yes, you read that right. Blue Daniels.
And I hate love.
I despise every single thing about it.
In my thirty-two years on this earth it has brought me nothing but heartbreak and disappointment.
Love is a void. Something we’re taught we need if we want to live a happy and fulfilled life.
Well I disagree.
Some say I’m a cynic. Other’s call me the smartest woman they’ve ever met.
But no matter what anyone says, I know what I need. And love is not it.
Enter Harris Avery.
A man who thinks he can have anyone he wants, including me.
A man who reminds me daily why I swore off love in the first place.
He walks around the office like he owns the place, throwing that sexy smirk of his at every female he passes. He thinks no one is immune to his charm.
But poor Mr. Avery has never met a girl like me before.
I’m more likely to throw myself off a bridge than at his feet.
There’s just one problem…
He’s decided to make it his mission to prove me wrong.
To that I say, let the games begin…
Eight years ago I ran.
I ran from my parents.
I ran from my pain.
I ran from him…
I never wanted to go back.
If not for my best friend’s wedding, I likely never would have.
The plan was simple.
Get in. Get out.
Easy as that.
Only I should have known nothing is ever that simple.
Especially when Westin Carver is involved.
He broke my heart once.
Or rather, he completely annihilated it.
And I have no doubt that if given the chance, he’d do it all over again.
But even knowing that, it doesn’t change the way I crave him.
The way my body reacts to him.
The way one touch completely obliterates the wall I built between us.
But when it comes to Westin not everything is as it seems.
They say love is blind. In my case, love is blinding.
Because I should have seen what was coming next…
And I didn’t.
The one word that describes my entire life.
They didn’t want me to know my true identity.
Now, I know why…
Held against my will.
I’ve become a bargaining chip in a blood feud that spans decades.
Mateo Rivera is the one calling the shots.
His father’s death put him in charge.
Now he holds all the power.
I should have known that he would ruin me the moment I laid eyes on him.
And he did.
He introduced me to a whole new world.
One filled with danger and desire.
I wasn’t just his prisoner.
I was his prize.
But as the saying goes, if you lie with the devil, you’ll wake in hell.
And now all that’s left is for me to burn.
Arrogant. Egotistical. Playboy.
Three words that perfectly describe Atlas Keaton.
My twin brother’s best friend.
The absolute bane of my existence.
And my new college roommate.
It wasn’t by choice of course.
The last thing I wanted was to be forced to endure a full semester living under the same roof as him and my brother.
But when a housing mix-up leaves me three thousand miles away from home with nowhere else to turn, I don’t really have another option.
It’s only four months, how hard could it be, right?
Because when you’re dealing with a man like Atlas Keaton, nothing is off limits.