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272 pages, Paperback
First published May 6, 2014

He was a confusing, compelling contradiction. He absorbed her hidden emotions yet at the same time made her feel. He was dangerous, yet his nearness alone gave her a sense of security she'd never experienced. He was a stranger.
A beautiful distraction.




She was elegant and strong. Nothing about the way she danced was intended to arouse the men in the crowd. No, she moved like she was trying to seduce herself. Like she was the only person she was dancing for. It was sexy as hell.

Shadows consumed everyone, every soldier. They all had parts that cloaked the good. Soldiers didn't come back from he hell they'd been through unscathed, without earning war-inflicted darkness.
I'm gonna fuck you slowly. I'm gonna fuck you softly. I'm gonna fuck you until you shatter around me, and then I'm gonna bring you down so slowly you'll shatter all over again.


REVIEW | AMAZON
REVIEW | AMAZON
AMAZON
He loved the sight of a woman in a kitchen. It wasn't a chauvinistic thing. Not at all. It just reminded him of good. It reminded him of love. Everyone had stupid shit that reminded them of a way they felt at a particular time, and a woman in a kitchen reminded him of early mornings as a kid. Waking up for school and moping down the hallway into the kitchen and seeing his dad drinking his coffee as he hovered behind his mom, helping her make breakfast. It was one of the sappy memories that portrayed what should be. The small, everyday kind of love.
It would probably void his man card and make him a pussy for admitting this, but he wanted that love. The kind that had a man wrapped around a woman's finger at the sight of her messy hair and the red sleep marks indented into her cheek when she woke up. The kind of love that made a man call in sick to work so he could throw her back in his bed. The kind of love that could turn a man on just by watching her walk around in his shirt. The kind of love that could make a man drop to his knees.
