The Long Way – Chapter Reveal

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I’d love to wreck you



“I want to. I swear I’m ready,” I reassure him mid-whimper because I’m so far-gone, all reasonable thoughts have left my brain. His hands are everywhere, and it feels so crazy good … scarily good, though he refuses to go where I need him the most. I swear to God, I’m on the verge of desperation. I’ve never been this worked up in my whole life.

“Sam,” I call breathlessly, needing him to hear how badly I want this.

“Fuck.” Indecision is evident in his voice as he pulls my bra down to expose my breasts. His dark gaze on them makes my nipples impossibly harder. “We can’t,” he says, his voice strangled before he tugs at my nipple with his teeth and then sucks it into his mouth. My head falls back onto the makeshift pillow made from his discarded T-shirt.

I vaguely register the sound of crickets in the background; the moonlight above provides a sliver of light and a gently breeze blows through the trees. Old blankets are spread out along the tailgate of Sam’s beat-up pickup truck. To some people, this might not be ideal, but to me, it’s perfect. Anywhere he is, is perfect.

He releases my breast with a pop, and I cry out at the loss of him. His eyes are on me, and though I can’t see the rich color of them, I love the way he’s staring at me intently, longingly, making me feel cherished.

“As much as it kills me”—he lets out a sigh—“you wanted to wait for marriage and that was important to you. I’m trying like fuck to honor that, baby.”

“I know,” I whisper, cupping his face between my hands. “I know what I said, but we’re engaged now. I love you, you feel the same way about me, and I’m ready. We don’t have to wait,” I tell him, running my fingers through his light brown hair. I catch a glimpse of the ring he presented to me earlier on my finger.

I can see the uncertainty playing in his eyes as I wrap my arms around him. He wanted it, I know he did, maybe even more than I did, but the vow I had made to myself, a vow that I shared with him early in our relationship, was holding him back. It was important for him to give me that, and I loved him even more because of it.

But the ring he placed on my finger that very night was a game changer for me. For me, the promise of forever with him was enough to let myself have more and, in turn, give him more. I wanted that for him, for us, because I had never in my life met someone as patient as he had always been with me.

I met Sam two years ago when I moved to California to attend college and to be closer to my mom. She and my dad divorced when I was ten years old, and though she tried her hardest to get custody of me, ultimately, my dad used all his resources—money, power, and influence—to sweep up the courtroom floor with her. She never had any real chance of winning a custody battle against a man like him, and I think she always knew this. I think that’s why she stayed as long as she did, why she put up with him even though he never treated her well. He ruled with an iron fist where my mother was concerned, and she had the scars to prove it. Everything about my father is hard, cold, and unfeeling. The only thing he’s ever loved was money. The art of making it, keeping it, and watching it multiply. Anything else that he’s acquired over the years, including me, has been for show. So he could appear to be a man who not only had everything, but had the love of his family as well. This is why my mother’s departure was such a problem for him. This is why he would rather put up with a daughter he had no desire to raise than let her be with a mother who loved her.

I suffered through losing my mother in lonely silence because any show of a less than positive emotion in front of my father was expressly unacceptable. Even still, I tried my hardest to make him proud of me, to gain his approval and his love, but I was barely even a blip on his radar. So when it was time to think about applying for colleges, I set my sights on California. I wanted to be closer to my mother, and my father allowed this because I was accepted to the University of Berkeley, one of the top schools in the country, and he could brag about me to his colleagues and clients. He moved me into my dorm, personally making sure I had the best of the best, a rare single room on campus. A room I rarely occupy because I spend most nights sleeping at my mom’s, wanting to spend as much time with her as I can to make up for the years we’ve been apart and I’ve missed her.

I like to think my move to California was fate, it was meant to be, and I know this because it took me exactly three days to meet Sam once I moved here. The minute I saw him, I knew my life was about to change, and he would be the one to change it. I couldn’t have been more right. He brought color into a world that, for me, had only ever been gray. He gave me more joy than I knew what to do with. His presence in my life was immeasurable. Even when I had my mom around, she was never able to shelter me from my father. She was never able to protect me, and when she left, it only got worse.

Unbeknownst to my father, and obviously against his wishes, my mother provided me with her old car when I got to California, a little red convertible that I loved more than anything. Taking her advice, I took it to get the brakes checked and oil changed immediately. That’s where I saw him for the first time. I’d checked the car in and sat in the tiny waiting room of the old garage waiting for the car to be done. After about an hour of sitting there watching a really bad morning news talk show, I was starting to get beyond antsy. Luckily, not more than a few minutes later, the receptionist called me to the front. She took my payment and kindly let me know that the mechanic who worked on my car would bring it around the front of the building. I smiled at her but thought to myself, great, now I’ll have to wait some more.

When I headed outside to wait, I was relieved when I saw my car pulling up to the curb. The driver’s side door opened, and I kid you not, I felt my heart stop the minute he stepped foot out of my car. His tall frame in greasy coveralls bent impossibly to clear the door. His dark hair was cut neat and short, but it was his eyes…those honey-colored eyes, that had me sucking in a sharp breath. I took in as much as I could of him without staring too long, but what I was able to take in was good, all good. He was so amazingly handsome with tan skin, a strong jaw, and perfectly chiseled features. The rest of him was equally as magnificent—lean, hard, sculpted … just, wow.

“You’re all set,” he said, holding out the car keys for me and snapping me out of my revelry. I couldn’t help but to blush when my eyes locked on his as I reached out for the keys. His fingers grazed my hand during the transfer, and I couldn’t deny the feeling of warmth that spread through me with just a touch.

“Thanks,” I managed to murmur, closing my hands around the keys. I moved toward the car, thinking what a disappointment it would be to never see that face again. It was like all the stars aligned in my favor when he called out to me.


I turned to him just as he took a step toward me. A flurry of butterflies took flight in my stomach as his eyes locked on mine, rendering me speechless. He stared at me for a moment, and I watched with utter fascination as his face transformed from serious to playful. It was like the most complex magic trick, completely fascinating.

“This is about the time I give you a really bad pickup line, but I don’t want to scare you.” His words allowed my body to relax enough to smile and find my voice.

“How bad could it be?” I asked with a curious tilt of my head.

“I have a few.” His grin was mischievous, but I found something about it endearing.

“Okay, hit me,” I said, relaxing my stance further. Even then, just a moment into our conversation, I knew I could easily stand there and talk to him for hours.

“All right,” he agreed, taking a step closer to me. My heartbeat quickened at his proximity, and I wished he would’ve kept walking, caged me against the car, and planted a kiss on me. Unrealistic, I know, but a girl can dream.

“Do you know what the difference is between you and my car?”

“No…” I drew out the “o” playfully, unable to control my lips tipping up in an even bigger smile. “What’s the difference?”

His shoulders shrugged almost apologetically as he delivered his punchline. “I’d love to wreck you.”

“Oh, wow.” I giggle. “That’s really bad.”

“Okay, how about this one,” he stated with that same grin. God, the charisma of this guy was off the charts. “Is your battery dead because I’d love to jump you?”

“I’m not sure which one is worse.”

“Yeah,” he agreed with a nod, “they’re pretty bad.” He took another step closer, close enough for me to reach out and touch him, and I found it surprising how badly I wanted to do just that. How badly I wanted to touch the slight stubble on his jaw and experience the feel of it just once.

“How about I just tell you that I’m Sam and I think you’re beautiful?” I believed him. When the words came out of his mouth, he made me feel beautiful. I didn’t know if he was just skilled at delivering a compliment, or if he actually meant them, but I didn’t think it even mattered.

“That’s much better,” I said quietly, averting my eyes toward the ground.

“Now you’re supposed to tell me your name,” he pushed gently.

“Ashton,” I replied gazing back up at him, trying to formulate an accurate assessment about just how amazingly handsome he really was.

“I don’t normally attempt to pick women up at work, but uh, I was hoping you might like to go out with me some time.” For just a moment, he sounded insecure. Maybe he was unsure whether I’d say yes or just politely turn him down and walk away.

I didn’t have much experience with boys. Thanks to the tyrant of a father I had, dating was nearly impossible. Maybe that was why I didn’t play games where Sam was concerned. Not once did I play coy or hard to get. I wanted to go out with him, and I wasted no time in telling him so.

“I’d love to go out with you,” I answered almost immediately. It was just that easy with Sam; he always made everything beautiful and easy. He went to the local community college and worked at the garage. I went to the university and our schedules couldn’t have been more different, but he always found a way to make it work. He always found the time to see me. He gave of himself easily and let me be myself, let me express myself in a way that I’d never been able to do before. For years, my life had been stifling, and Sam gave me freedom. Sam was freedom, and because of that, I loved him more than anything.

The sound of Sam calling my name brings me back to the present, and when I look into his eyes, I know he’s come to a decision.

“Let’s make a deal,” he says, righting my bra and pulling me up to sit next to him. “You sleep on it, and if you still want to, I’ll make sure it’s right. Not in the back of my truck. I’ll get us a hotel room in Santa Cruz, and we’ll go down for the weekend.”

I smile, liking the idea of that…a weekend with just Sam and me alone.


“Okay,” he says with a kiss to my forehead. We make out a little more and listen to the music. He holds me the way he always does, the way I love.

It was a perfect night, one of our last perfect nights.

To this day, I still regret not forcing his hand and pushing him to go all the way that night. It’s just one in a list of many regrets where Sam is concerned.







“Fuck you.”

“Why would I do that when I’ve already fucked you, Lucy?” Automatically, my brain plays back the highlight reel of the last couple of hours. The downright dirty sex in every imaginable position—the slapping of skin, the exchanging of fluids, and the nearly broken furniture. All in all, it was one of my more epic nights.

“Lizzy.” She corrects me, bringing my attention back to the here and now. I’d rather be back at the epic portion of the evening.

“That’s what I said,” I reply nonchalantly, giving the impression I have not a care in the world and what I’m doing right now isn’t the least bit fucked up.

“God, what is wrong with you? You can’t even keep my name straight.” She scowls, keeping the blanket secured tightly across her chest. Does she think I don’t know what’s underneath it? I had my mouth on pretty much every single part of her body. Some were nicer than others, but the breasts? The breasts were outstanding.

“Why would I need to keep your name straight? Will it be appearing on a marriage license next to mine anytime soon?” I ask, with a casual shake of my head. “Not likely.”

I do up the last button on my shirt, reach for my wallet on the nightstand, open it up and toss a couple of bills down, all the while pretending that I don’t notice that the half naked girl in the bed is staring daggers at me.

“The room is paid through the night; this should be enough money to make sure you get home safely.”

I watch with little interest as her tits sway when the sheet falls away as she pushes up and onto her knees. She reaches for the money, crumples it up, and throws it at me. This one’s got a temper on her; the red hair should have tipped me off, but I was too busy staring at the fucking tits to notice.

“I’m not a whore, you asshole!”

“Seriously?” I ask, pulling on my suit jacket. I don’t know why I say what I say next. I’m honestly not trying to be a dick, but she’s combative, and I think I like that about her. I think I almost want to see her temper flare. “You might want to consider it because you take cock like a pro.”

I can almost imagine she resembles a volcano erupting as she lunges off the bed, hands out in front of her. Landing on my chest, she gives me a shove. She’s tiny, but she packs a mighty punch, I’ll give her that. She almost manages to move me back a step but I catch myself, locking my frame tight before she could actually connect.

“Relax, Leslie; I was giving you a fucking compliment.”

“It’s Lizzie, you asshole! Lizzie!”

“Right,” I say, taking a few steps back and looking around the room to make sure I don’t forget anything. Making sure there are no knives or blunt objects Lisa can use to do bodily harm. “Take care of yourself,” I call as I reach the door.

“You think you can just go around making girls think that you’re into them and then leave them after you’ve gotten what you wanted?” She crosses her arms over her chest and looks wounded, like a fragile bird I’ve managed to do real damage to.

“I’ve had success with this in the past, yes.” I give her a nod, my stance firm, my gaze cold and apathetic.

She shakes her head, her eyes no longer angry but filled with pity instead. This infuriates me. It enrages me to see her looking at me as if I’m someone she can look down at. I’ve had just about enough of her when she whispers, “What kind of a miserable scumbag of a man are you?”

“The kind you met at the bar down the street and allowed him to buy you two drinks. The kind who never actually said there would be anything beyond tonight. The kind you liked well enough to come to a hotel with less than an hour after meeting him, letting him fuck your brains out while you called him God, baby, and daddy and loved it,” I say with a smirk on my face. “That’s the kind of man I am, but Laurie? What exactly does all that say about the kind of girl you are?”

Parting blow delivered, I leave her looking damn right repentant, making her feel like the easy piece of ass that she turned out to be. Not that I’m judging because believe me, I’m not. Easy is what I prefer; it’s exactly what I need to get through the fucked-up day-to-day existence that I lead. It doesn’t change the fact that I feel like shit as I ride the elevator down to the lobby. It’s nearing three am when I make it out of the hotel and onto the street. It always amazes me how there are always people bustling around the city, even at this hour. New York doesn’t ever sleep; there’s always life to be seen and heard and experienced, and it’s one of the things I’ve always appreciated about living here.

Following a brief text message as I left the room, James, my driver, is waiting with the car idling by the curb. He spots me and moves to exit the car in order to come around and open my door, but I wave him off. I can open my own fucking door.

“Evening, Mr. Parker,” he calls as I slide into the back seat, shut the door behind me, and rest an elbow on the back of my seat.

“Did you grab my bag, James?”

“Yes, sir. Your apartment is locked up, and the plane is ready and waiting.”

Fantastic, I think to myself. This is exactly what I want to do with the next few months of my life. Yes, I’m being sarcastic. The last thing I want to do is get on a plane to spend God knows how many months in the fucking South. I owe a special thanks for this shitty fact to my father, the asshole who knows no bounds to just how much of a dick he’s capable of being. As a matter of fact, the only good thing about this trip is not having to deal with my father’s bullshit for a prolonged period of time. Maybe I will thank him, after all.


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Oliver Parker is a narcissistic a$$hole—vain, self-absorbed, conceited, and egotistical.
And those are his better qualities.
He takes what he wants, and he wants me.
Only, I don’t want to be had. Not ever and not by him.
When fate puts the hotel heir in the perfect position to get his way, my only choice is to give him what he wants.
But I’ll spend my nights with Parker fantasizing about his demise.




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Being a Madame is no easy job…

I guard privacy and secrets with my own life, and I’ve never slipped up or got caught, not once.

 I don’t do long-term relationships, there’s too much at stake, but there’s something about the man I just met, something that makes me uneasy. I try to push him away, but he won’t take no for an answer…

 I’m just not sure if the red flags I’m currently seeing are real or just another Illusion…

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Title: Mirage

Cover Design: Letitia Hasser at RBA Designs

Photographer: Sara Eirew Photography

Models: Michel Giroux & Catherine Coté

Release Date: Summer 2015



I’m the woman your husband thinks about while he’s on top of you at night…

At least, that’s how I tell the girls I hire to think.

Being an escort is no easy job, and being a madame is no easier…

I’m in the business of selling fantasies and dreams to million dollar clients, and if you think what I do is harmful to society, then think again. (If it wasn’t for me, there’d be a lot more unhappy and unproductive businessmen and a lot more drug addicted prostitutes in the world)

I guard privacy and secrets with my own life, and I’ve never slipped up or got caught, not once.

But there’s something about the man I just met, something that makes me uneasy, especially since he’s interested in me…

And he’s offering me a whole lot more than anyone ever has before…

I’m just not sure if this is a risk worth taking–if letting him into my life is the right thing, or if the red flags I’m currently seeing are real or another mirage…



Contractual Sneak Peek






Long legs straddle my lap causing me to lean back in my chair. Perfectly manicured hands graze my bare abdomen as they travel upward hooking around my neck. Her scent…something floral, which was once appealing to me, infiltrates my senses, triggering a flashback of a rather volatile romp in the bedroom that happened not even half an hour ago. Thin lips kiss me just above my jaw and a mass of platinum blond hair blocks the view of my dimly lit computer screen.

“Enough, Cecily.” I dig my fingers in her tiny waist and firmly push until she dislodges her mouth from my face. She looks up at me with a sullen face, a fake pout intended to make me feel bad, intended to make me weak.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay, Jackson? I haven’t seen you in quite some time. I’ve missed you, darling.” I lean back against the cool leather chair and fight the urge to roll my eyes at her.

“Why must we play this tedious game every single time?”

“What game?” She plays the part of the dumb blonde very well, too well, trying to use every trick in the book, every tool in her arsenal, to get me caught up in her web.

“The game where you pretend that this is more than what it is; that we are more than what we are.”

“I know what we are, Jackson, I’m perfectly aware of what. We. Are,” she says with a sigh. “Still, I can’t help but hope that when all is said and done, that when you get tired of the meaningless encounters and the empty sexual trysts, you’ll realize that it was me…that I was the one who lasted, the only one who you kept coming back to.”

“I come back, Cecily, because despite the fact that you are just like every other gold digger I’ve ever met, you suck the best cock and always take it exactly how I want to give it to you. And if the reason you do that is because you think that it will make me one day want you to stay for more than just a few hours, then by all means keep believing that because if you should someday get a clue, I would miss the feel of your expert mouth on my dick.”

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Title: Contractual

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Release Date: January 2015

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They told me I’d be an escort; they made it sound so easy.

Really I’m just a high priced call girl.

Desperation brought me to this and it led me to him, my one and only client.

Hating him is easy, he reminds me of my shame.

Wanting him is wrong it fills me with guilt.

Loving him is a losing battle yet it’s become everything.

A gift and a curse, he consumes my every thought and I’d rather play my part in his bed than to spend one day without him.


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Unspeakable Truths Prologue


“Tyler, do you take Everly to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

“I do,” declares Tyler, his deep voice cracking slightly.

My own eyes are now moist with the threat of unshed tears. His beautiful smile shines down on me, making the butterflies in my stomach take flight. I turn my head to the priest as he begins to speak again.

“Everly, do you take Tyler to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

“I do,” I agree joyfully tilting my head up and looking into Tyler’s chocolate brown eyes, the tears pooled in them reflecting my own. This is the kind of moment that every girl dreams of, the happily ever after that we read about when we’re little.

“You have declared your consent before the Church. May the Lord in his goodness strengthen your consent and fill you both with blessings. What God has joined let no man divide. Do you have the rings?”

Tyler nods, turning around and taking the rings from his best man. As he turns I take in the sight of him, really look at this man standing before me, loving the way he looks in his black suit and tie. Tyler is slender with lean well-defined muscles. His light brown hair is short and perfectly groomed for the occasion. Tyler likes to look good; he’s always so well put together. He takes pride in his appearance—even in sweats and a t-shirt he looks styled to perfection. He’s tall, so tall that he hovers over me even in the highest heels I could find I still have to look up at him. His thin lips and perfectly chiseled nose make him look almost like the typical boy next door.

I focus on Tyler as he shakily picks up my left hand and grins as he slides a platinum diamond band on my finger.

“With this ring, I thee wed,” he says softly, so low that no one past the first few rows likely heard him.

I wipe away a stray tear, turn to my maid of honor who hands me his ring, and turn back to Tyler. I take his hand in mine repeating the same words he’s just spoken.

“With this ring, I thee wed.”

“You place these rings upon each other’s fingers as a visible sign of your vows this day. And now by the power vested in me by the state of New Jersey, I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. Tyler,” the priest calls with a smile on his face, “you may kiss your bride.”

His lips crush down hard against mine and my arms wrap around his neck as cheers erupt throughout the church. Two hundred of our closest friends and family are in attendance, but I don’t see any of them. I barely register the fact that they’re here at all. The only thing I know is that we did it, that as of this moment I’m Tyler’s wife and he’s my husband. Mine. And this is the day I’ve been waiting for since I met him on campus four years ago.

We slowly break apart, and I swear it feels more like a fantasy than reality. Tyler looks down at me with his perfect smile and whispers, “I love you Mrs. West.”

“I love you Mr. West.” I giggle as he takes my hand leading me down the rose-covered aisle and out of the church. Life with Tyler hasn’t always been perfect, it hasn’t always been easy, but my life is so much better with him in it. I’ve never doubted his love—not ever once. He’s steady, grounded, focused; that’s what I love about him and Tyler would do anything to make sure I’m happy. He would move mountains if it meant giving me something that I want. How can I not love someone like that?

The rest of the day passes in a series of beautiful scenes filled with happiness and laughter. Endless food and alcohol is consumed, music fills the air as our guests dance and mingle. It’s been prepared to be the wedding to end all weddings as two prominent families are united through our love for each other. Everything is as it should be, everything is right with the world, and I’m afraid I might burst because I’m so full of joy right now.

“The moment I saw you in that first class I knew I was going to marry you,” he tells me. My arms wrap around Tyler’s neck as we sway back and forth to the beautiful ballad.

I laugh and shake my head at him. “Confident huh?”

He always says he had known…well hoped, from the minute I walked into my Econ class, that he and I would be together. I, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure. I’d had a crush on someone else, but it didn’t take long for me to reciprocate. There was just something about Tyler that got to me. It was more than his looks, although his dark brown eyes and killer smile didn’t hurt. He had a level of confidence unlike anyone I’d ever met before. It poured out of him, making him almost infectious to be around; getting to know him, spending time with him became almost necessary to me.

I remember being the envy of every girl in that class when he and I were paired off together to do our semester project. We spent a lot of time together studying and researching during that time and every day we grew closer and closer until I finally realized I had fallen in love with him. That’s all it took for us to become inseparable, for us to become Tyler and Everly, and now look at us—married and about to start a life together.

I place a chaste kiss on his lips. “You know, if I could have created my dream man from scratch, he would have been you. I know now that you were meant for me.”

“Mmm baby, I’m going to take you out of here in a few minutes and show you exactly why you’ll never regret getting mixed up with a guy like me.”

I lean into him resting my head on his shoulder and let out a sigh.

“I could never regret you Tyler; you’re the love of my life.”

“And you’re mine,” he replies, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

We wanted to make sure to thank every last person who came to celebrate our day with us, so we stayed at the reception till the end. It’s after midnight when Tyler and I stumble our way back into our room for the night after the last guests have left the banquet hall located inside the hotel. It’s a gorgeous beachfront hotel, the ideal location for a wedding and convenient because a lot of our guests decided to spend the night here too. I stand in the middle of the dimly lit room in my stunning ivory wedding gown, fitted at the top making it almost skin tight and then flaring at the bottom in a mermaid style. The back is see-through with a seam of tiny pearl buttons running up my spine. The details and appliqués are stunning and hand sewn, making it a one of a kind dress. Anticipation courses throughout my body as Tyler pours two glasses of champagne and hands me one.

“To my beautiful bride and the beginning of our life together. I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”

“To forever,” I toast in agreement.

I take a long sip from my flute before placing it on the small table. I step back slowly, watching Tyler take a drink, his eyes never leaving mine. I reach around my back and release the first of many buttons that holds my dress together.

“Let me,” he whispers, putting his glass down and making it across the room in two strides. He circles me until he’s behind me and begins to slowly take out the pins of my hair, releasing my elaborate up do. Once he’s satisfied that he has them all, he uses his fingers to shake out my hair until it falls in soft waves, framing my face.

I sigh as he kisses my bare shoulder, making my body shiver with excitement. His fingers lightly travel up to my ear where he removes my earring then gently tugs on my earlobe with his teeth. This earns a gasp of shock from me, and I’ve barely recovered before he removes the other earring.

My body grows warmer with Tyler leaving a trail of kisses down my neck, shoulders, and finally the top of my dress. I feel his powerful hands begin to undo the buttons, my dress getting looser as he opens each one.

“Hands up over your head wife,” he teases softly. Giving me a command is very unlike Tyler. He’s more about asking me what I want, letting me tell him what will make me feel good which is nice…but I really like this.

Hearing him call me his wife is strange, but it’s strange in the most incredible way. In the way that makes me believe that dreams do come true, because from the moment I allowed myself to fall in love with him, Tyler West has been my biggest dream. To Forever, I think to myself as he continues his sweet seduction.

I lift up my arms for him as he bends down and gathers the hem of my dress in his hands. He effortlessly lifts it up over my head, tossing it on a nearby chair. His hooded gaze scours the entire length of my body, taking in my bare breasts and the flimsy strip of ivory material I was assured were panties. I can see the exact moment when his eyes pool with desire; it’s the same moment when my desire pools between my thighs. The look in his eyes is almost too much.

“Jesus Everly, you take my breath away.”

I say nothing in return, just stare at him trying my best to memorize his face, memorize how he is looking at me right now. I don’t know why I do it—but it feels like it’s important, like I should never forget how he looks in this moment. I didn’t think it would ever be possible to love him as much as I do or love him more than I did when I woke up this morning, but right now I think I just might. It’s the most beautiful and scary feeling in the world to put yourself out there like that, give your heart away so effortlessly to another person.

“Sit down on the bed,” he demands in a husky voice laced with desire.

I do as he asks, backing up until the back of my legs hit the edge of the mattress. I lower myself down until I’m sitting and facing him. He reaches for his glass and gulps down the rest of his champagne before striding across the room and bending down before me. He reaches down and grabs hold of my ankle; he releases the strap and slides my bejeweled shoe off of my foot. Once he’s divested me of both shoes, I reach down and begin to unbutton his shirt while he undoes his cufflinks.

I waste no time in shoving the shirt off of his shoulders while he helps me slide it off. Tyler gets to his feet, pulls his undershirt over his head, and starts to remove his pants.

“Slide back and lie down for me baby.” His voice is even hotter than before, he’s taking control in a way that I’m not used to, and it’s only getting me more excited. His words make me even wetter, needier for him; he’s never been like this before. I do as I’m told while he takes care of the rest of his clothing; I shudder as I take in the sight of him in all his glory. Tyler. My husband. Mine. For as long as we both shall live. He’s my life now, my world, and I intend to make him as happy as he makes me.

He climbs onto the bed, crawling up until he’s hovering over me and we’re face to face. His eyes burn through me, filling me with a heady combination of love and lust.

“Have I mentioned how beautiful you are?”

I let out a sigh and smile shyly. “So are you.”

“I love you Everly, I fucking love you so much. I promise you that no matter what, no matter what happens I’ll always take care of you.”

“Make love to me husband,” I whisper, keeping the tears at bay. No wife has ever felt this happy, because there’s only one Tyler, and he’s all mine.

To forever…

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Title: Unspeakable Truths

Publication Date: September 16, 2014

Genre: Contemporary Romance



Everything I ever learned about fairy-tales was a fucking lie…

Four years ago, my life was everything I wanted it to be: I had everything I wanted, everything I needed, in my best friend and newly wedded husband—Tyler.

Yet, hours after we said “I do,” I lost him.


The dreams we’d shared, the future we’d planned—all of our hopes and desires, were ripped away in mere seconds. 

And now, four years later, my life still feels like a hopeless eternity.

So, I guess it’s quite fitting that the last person I want to hear from is currently standing at my front door. 

He wants to tell me the truth about that night, he wants to be my new knight in shining armor, but the thing is…

He was the best man

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Title: Unspeakable Truths
Expected Publication Date: September 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance


‘Happily ever after’ doesn’t always mean forever.

Hours after we’d promised each other the world, I lost him.

It’s been four years and I can still feel that raw painful emptiness in my chest.

Especially since I know who was responsible for the tragedy: Luca Jensen. The best man.

I have always hated him for surviving and was relieved when he left town amidst all the rumors…

But now he’s back.

To explain.

To see me.

To change how I feel about him.

He thinks I will listen, that I will let him walk back into my life as if he wasnt’ the very one who tore it apart.

He thinks I don’t know the whole story, and that I’ve been living a lie.

Even if that is the case, I’d rather cope with my deceptive memories, than embrace the unspeakable truths…

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