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300 pages, ebook
First published August 15, 2017










Now I understood the message. I was dead without her. I was alive with her.
I was nothing. I was no one.
"You've emotionally crippled me, Pim. You've reached inside and wrapped around everything vital keeping me alive."
I no longer lived for me. I lived for him.
She wasn't alive because of me. I was living because of her.
I launched myself at her. She didn't run. She was weightless as I crushed her to me. She was eager as my mouth slammed on hers and every last thought exploded into nothingness.
"All things worth having are terrifying."
"Then you must be the greatest thing on earth, Pimlico, because you f**king petrify me."
This was pure love, and I sank to the bottom of it and didn't care if I drowned.

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"Never again. She's mine."


"I was completely, utterly, undeniably hers until time stopped ticking or the world stopped."Thousands picks up directly after Hundreds. Pim, hoping that she is doing the right thing, has run from Elder. Fearing that he will continue to reject her love, she ventures out into the streets frightened and alone. Pim's actions cause Elder to recognize the truth that he has known all along, Pim is his, and he cannot live without her. As Elder and Pim reunite, the question both Pim and Elder face is how? How can they possibly overcome the demons of their past and find a way to exist together. The stakes are high for them both because living apart is simply not an option.

"I'm already home. I'm with you."Told in dual POV, Thousands offers complex characters, action, and an intricate plot that continues to intensify as each installment of the series is brought to life. In this read, we gain a better understanding of Elder's past and his constant internal struggle to atone for his sins. When Pim entered his life he had hoped to save her and yet, through the journey, Elder has discovered that it is Pim who is saving him. The intimate connection between these two is full of raw passion and tenderness. As Pim has discovered her voice, she has found healing and discovered her love for Elder is never going to go away. She is driven to draw him close and protect him. Pim and Elder live in a constant pendulum of push and pull, and yet, they only find peace in each other's arms. Some unexpected characters from other Winters' creations make an appearance in Pim, and Elder's life and the actions of those around them trigger an unbelievable sequence of events that broke my heart. I am absolutely desperate for the final book to hit my Kindle. Pim and Elder are both unforgettable characters, and together they have created a world that I want to live in forever!

















“ I was completely, utterly, undeniably hers until time stopped ticking or the world stopped. ”
“ Love was simple. It was life that made it complicated. And I was done waiting for him to figure it out. ”






“But now I was awake and ready to feel everything. And those scraps and stars weren’t enough anymore. I wanted planets. I wanted galaxies. I wanted his heart.”








“She trusted me to keep her safe. This was me honouring that trust even while she begged me to break it.”
“But now I was awake and ready to feel everything. And those scraps and stars weren’t enough anymore. I wanted planets. I wanted galaxies. I wanted his heart.”

“Standing over her, cock hard, heart fast, mind a mess, I growled. “I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you until you can’t stand to be fucked anymore. And then I’ll fuck you again. And again.”






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“You've done what no one else ever could.
You've stolen my heart.”










I wanted planets.
I wanted galaxies.
I wanted his heart.
He couldn’t blame me.

Look at her.
She was no longer a prisoner—she was my jailer, and I would happily remain sentenced to her for the rest of my godforsaken life.






Her.
Her green eyes met mine, her shoulders tight. “El—”
I didn’t let her finish.
Launching forward, I grabbed her in a possessive embrace as if she’d be snatched away at any moment.
She was so fragile in my arms. So warm and small and right.
I groaned as her breasts pressed against my chest. I needed her closer. Touching her wasn’t enough. Nothing would be enough.
Plucking her from the floor, I relished in her light weight, squeezing her as tight as I dared. Far tighter than I should.
I squeezed her in protection, affection, and most of all, aggression for what she’d done to me. The agony she’d injected into my heart. The poison she’d infected my brain with. The knowledge I now carried that she was selfless in trying to shield me from myself, and I was selfish in letting her try.
Never again.
She’s mine.
It’d taken a separation to understand that, but now I did.
Good luck to the rest of the world and anyone else who wanted her because they couldn’t fucking have her.
Even if it meant tying myself up for the rest of the trip to England. Even if it meant I could never say goodbye when we arrived. Even if it meant I lived the rest of my life in a fog of marijuana just to be able to talk to her without the incessant need to be inside her. Even if it meant my mind finally cracked, and I became so helplessly tangled I might never be normal again.
Even then.
She would remain mine.
I should’ve seen this coming. I should’ve sensed the warning signs: the first time my heart tap danced when she smiled. The moment when my gut clenched because her happiness affected my future rather than just my present. The second my entire body drenched in sensitivity whenever she came near.
All those warning signs I’d ignored or misread.
But now I understood the message.
I was dead without her.
I was alive with her.
Simple.
Her breath escaped into my ear as I clutched closer—doing my best to crawl inside her. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, hesitantly at first then braver as I buried my face into her neck and inhaled.
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