Alice Tribue lives
with her husband and daughter in New Jersey. She has a bachelors degree
in communications and is currently working on her masters degree. She
spends most of her free time reading, writing, and when the weather
permits lounging out on a beach.
Always smiling brightly, she kept going, despite the names her classmates called her behind her back.
She was full of curiosity and independence, the extent of which I could only be jealous of. Even though she had all odds stacked against her, she knew what she wanted from life and pursued it, no matter the cost.
She was completely my opposite in every way.
Perfect, even though she couldn’t see it.
Perfect … until me.
Because this is the story of how I ruined her.
Based on a true story. Standalone Romance. No cliffhanger.
“I needed that …” she murmurs, closing her eyes again. “I know you did.” I smile cheekily. She lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. “Alex Wright … you seem to know everything.” “No, I just know you,” I reply boldly. “Really now?” She opens one eye. “I know you better than you think,” I say. Now, both her eyes are open but hidden underneath thick lashes and a curious frown. “Really? Then what am I thinking right now?” She smirks as her feet dangle below the bench, one swaying, the other unmoving, and there is only one thing I can think of. A tiny leaf that’s fallen on top of her head makes my hand move closer to swipe it away, but I linger. My fingers gently trail along her soft dark blond hair, past her ears and down her cheeks, until they reach her chin. There, I subtly grasp her between my thumb and index finger and lean in, cocking my head. My eyes slowly close, the sound of her short breaths pulling me in. Before I know it, my lips have locked with hers. I don’t know why I’m kissing her. Well, other than the fact that I’ve been madly in love with her all this time. She was just perfect. Perfect, just the way she is. Her scrunched-up face and rosy lips … just had to be kissed. So I did it. I’m actually kissing Maybell Fairweather. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve only ever kissed one other girl, and that was in kindergarten. I have no fucking clue, but I hope I’m doing it right. She isn’t stopping me or pushing me away, so that’s a good thing. Right? But damn, she tastes so sweet, and her lips are so soft. No wonder everyone likes to do this so much. It feels like it lasts forever. After a while, she needs to take a breath, and our lips unlock. Her eyes wide and her lips parted, still swollen, heavy, much like mine, and all I can think of is kissing her again. Is it so wrong to want the thing I shouldn’t have? She tucks a strand of her wild hair behind her ear, her cheeks turning red as a strawberry, but I like the color. I can’t stop looking at her, but it’s growing awfully silent too. She’s still so close to me; I can feel her warm breath tingle on my skin. “This?” I murmur, as an answer to her question. She bites her lip to stop herself from smiling. “I …” Her smile only makes me feel more bold, so I place my hand on her cheek and pull her even closer. “I just want to make you happy.” I lean in again and press another soft kiss on her lips, the touch exhilarating me. Goose bumps scatter across my skin as I taste her on my lips. My blood rushes through my body to the only spot it can go to, the sudden burst of greed filling me. My pants tighten as my dick flinches from her lips alone. God, I need to stop. This isn’t right. With all the willpower I can muster, I unlatch my lips from hers, her taste still lingering on my tongue. I can smell her perfume too, the scent rubbed off on my cheeks and neck, and it’s making me giddy. Horny. Fuck. I clear my throat as we both turn red as a beet. “Well …” I get up from the bench and turn away for a second to cool down my manly parts. I even think of the delusional grandpa she has for a neighbor just so I can rid myself of this hard-on. Anything to make it go away quicker. When I’ve cooled down, I turn to her and smile. She’s still looking at me. Her lips still parted, her face still in shock mode. I can only hope my guess was right, but I won’t ask. I’ll let her decide. So I hold out my hand and say, “Let’s go back inside.” For a second, she just stares at me, then my hand, and then me again. Her hand slowly reaches for mine. Our fingers entangle. The tip of her lips points upward.
That’s when I know.
Author Bio
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, VIKTOR, and Bad Teacher. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
I’m fucked. The life I have lived for the past ten years is built solely on lies and secrets. But I can’t help myself. I’m in love with two different men. And one of them is my brother-in-law. He’s my drug. My fire. My addiction. But he’s married to my best friend. And I’m married to my husband. I’m not ashamed. I have no guilt. None. I’m not fucked. I’m a fucked up person. This is the story of how I ruined my life.
I’m not a good person. In fact, I’m a real bitch. If the
opportunity arises, I will take your husband, give him the best sex he’s ever
had, and laugh behind your back once I’m done with him. I do not put on airs
and graces. I just take what I want whenever I want it.
I am the abused who has become the abuser. I live for power because all power
had been stripped from me for years. Now that I have it back, I feed off of it
like it’s my primary sustenance, and I don’t care who I hurt in the process.
Every woman hates me, but do you know what? I don’t give a shit.
You won’t like me. I’m not here to be liked. You want to know my story? I won’t
stop you from observing. Just know that once I’m done with you, no shower—no
matter how scalding—will ever get me out from under your skin.
Warning: If you’re looking for pink, fluffy clouds, rainbows, and HEA’s, then
this book is not for you. These pages contain flashback scenes of child abuse
in all forms (physical, sexual, and emotional) as well as BDSM and other taboo
themes.
Love does not live in this book. Only dark, twisted, and sick obsessions thrive
here.
You. Have. Been. Warned!
Jaimie Roberts was born in London, but moved to Gibraltar in
2001. She is married with two sons, and in her spare time, she writes.
In June 2013, Jaimie published her first book, Take a Breath, with the second
released in November 2013. With the reviews, Jaimie took time out to read and
learn how to become a better writer.
She gets tremendous enjoyment out of
writing, and even more so from the feedback she receives.
Title: Last Chance Series: Second Chances #8 (Standalone) Author: L.P. Dover Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: August 30, 2016
BLURB
One last chance.
That's all Luke Collins, local bad boy and motocross champion, has to not only find his redemption, but win back the girl he lost. He'll stop at nothing to make her his, even if it means playing dirty.
Lara Jacobs doesn't want her heart broken again and refuses to give Luke a second chance. After he left her after their one night stand, she ran right into the arms of her close friend, Grayson Moore. He's always loved her, and he's determined to make her see he's what she needs.
However, in life nothing goes as planned and tragedy strikes. After a fatal accident nearly claims Lara's life, she's left inside a world she can't remember. Her memories are gone, including those of the men vying for her heart. Grayson sees her loss as a possibility to forget her love for Luke, but Luke sees it as an opportunity to start over. All he wants is one last chance to show her that she's the one he's been in love with all along.
*** An updated version of One Taste has been included in Last Chance with all new scenes. I highly recommend reading it again. ***
“Why can’t I go in there and tell her I’m sorry? She needs to hear it from me.” “No, she doesn’t because she won’t believe it. You need to do a lot more than tell her you’re sorry. Actions speak louder than words. And until you can show everyone you’ve changed, it’s best you stay away from her. It’ll only make things worse.” “What if I go in there anyway?” I questioned, crossing my arms over my chest. I didn’t want to fight Evan, but I was getting desperate. I needed her forgiveness, for her to know I never meant to hurt her. Evan huffed and closed his eyes. “You’ll have to go through me first. Lara doesn’t want to see you. She’s with someone else now.” It was as if someone had sucker punched me in the gut, the air being ripped out of my lungs as I took the hit. Summer groaned and I glared at her. “Is that true?” “Yes, but I don’t see how that is any of your business. She’s happy, so leave her be.” “Fuck that,” I shouted. “I’m going inside.” I tried to push past Evan, but he blocked me. We faced off with each other, the tension rising. Summer stepped between us with a hand on each of our chests. “Guys, this is stupid. You’re friends.” I scoffed and backed away. “That’s where I beg to differ,” I said, glaring at Evan. “If our situations were reversed and it was Summer inside, I’d let you go to her. I would give you the benefit of the doubt and accept that you’ve changed. But you’re not going to do that, are you?” Evan’s face softened and he sighed. “I would, brother, but this night is special for Summer and Lara. The last thing they need is you and Grayson battling it out. I have no doubt he’ll come after you if you go in there.” I faltered, the anger welling in my chest. “Fucking Grayson? That’s who she’s with?” “Can you blame her? He was there for her, after everything you put her through,” Summer said. Peering down at her, I hoped she could see the determination in my face. “You tell her it’s not over. I’m not going to give up.” With those final words, I jumped in my truck and sped out of the parking lot. The thought of Grayson touching her made me so goddamn furious. I didn’t care if she was with him . . . I wasn’t going to give up.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author L. P. Dover is a southern belle living in North Carolina with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she began her literary journey she worked in periodontics, enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.
She loves to write, but she also loves to play tennis, go on mountain hikes and white water rafting, and has a passion for singing. Her two youngest fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime, usually Christmas carols.
Dover has written more than twenty novels, including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, the Gloves Off series, the Armed & Dangerous series, the Royal Shifters series, the Society X series and her standalone novel Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense, but if she got to choose a setting in which to live, it would be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.
