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318 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 3, 2015

I don’t know what makes a great love story... I only know what makes my love story. I only know that finding Cole when I did, when Emmy and I were running from a nightmare, was the only thing that saved me. That saved us.
He was more broken than I was, but somehow we took each other’s shattered pieces and made a whole. If that is what makes a great love story, if that is what makes an epic romance, then mine… ours is the greatest of them all.
Something about him speaks to me. Calls to me almost. And I can’t shake it… It’s not even the tattoos scrawled up his ribs — the one on the left reading “always”, the one on the right reading “never”. No, there’s something else that brings me here…
He has this intense solitude about him. It’s as though the world has abandoned him. Or maybe that he’s abandoned the world. I can’t put my finger one it…He just appears to be alone. All alone.
“This is my daughter, Emmy.”
“Hi, Emmy,” he greets, his voice softly scratchy as he addresses her. It brings chills to my arms and a lump to my throat. I imagine this is his daddy voice, the one that says you are loved and I would never hurt you. I hear it plain as day and my heart aches for his loss.
He moves to one side to step around me, letting Emmy drag him to the living room so she can show him her drawing. She picks it up and holds it out to him. He takes the paper gently from her fingers. It looks so small when it’s held in his big hands. He could so easily crumple it, probably crush it into dust, yet he doesn’t. He holds it delicately, as though it’s the most precious thing in the world…
“I don’t have anything to give you. I’m broken. More than I ever though I could be. But you can have what’s left of me. If you want it. You can have what little I have to give.”
“Sometimes I think broken people gravitate toward one another, like our shattered pieces connect on a level that unscarred people never know.”


He was more broken than I was, but somehow we took each other's shattered pieces and made a whole.


He's capturing me.
And I'm captured.
He wants me.
And I'm all his.
And I love it. I love it all. More than I ever thought I could.

You make me feel all sorts of things. Too many things. Things I never wanted to feel. But you just wouldn't stop. You just. Wouldn't. Stop.



His lips. I knew they'd taste like heaven. And they do. They're the perfect mixture of firm and soft, and they move over one with a power I always knew him capable of. It prowls in him, just beneath the surface, like a caged animal. Right now, the animal is barely contained.


”We are two broken people, finding strength in each other’s remaining pieces. We’ve both lost so much, paid so dearly for what we have left, for what we were allowed to keep. Maybe just maybe, it’s enough to make a whole. Our pieces. Together.”
















Sometimes I think broken people gravitate toward one another, like our shattered pieces connect on a level that unscarred people never know.
He’s capturing me.
And I’m captured.
He wants me.
And I’m all his.
And I love it. I love it all. More than I ever thought I could.
“I don’t have anything to give you, Eden. I’m broken. More than I ever thought I could be. But you can have what’s left of me. If you want it. You can have what little I have to give.”
“That’s all I want, Cole. That’s all I want.”
I never wanted to feel again. Anything. Anything at all, other than that gut-wrenching sadness that reminds me of what happened. Of who I am and what I did. I never wanted to feel hope or love or desire again. I don’t deserve to feel. At least not anything good. I only deserve pain and heartache and sadness. And guilt. Suffocating guilt.




“I think broken people gravitate toward one another, like our shattered pieces connect on a level that unscarred people never know.”
“She’s beauty for my ashes. And I’m hope for her heartache. We fit. Like we were made for each other.”


"We are two broken people, finding strength in each other's remaining pieces. We've both lost so much, paid so dearly for what we have left, for what we were allowed to keep. Maybe, just maybe, it's enough to make a whole. Our pieces. Together."
I crave him like I crave sunshine and air and water and love. His scent, his taste, they weave a sensual spell around me, flooding my blood with heat and need.