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First published July 10, 2018
She’s my serenity and my fire, my first and last breath. Lying beside her is my favorite place, and for the rest of my life and into the next, she’s all mine.
Wild and molten, wet and volatile, her fight is beautiful, but her surrender is goddamn exquisite. I consume it with everything inside me, feeding on it and fueling a desire that has never felt this out of control.
There’s attraction. There’s sexual desire. Then there’s this. It’s curiosity and gravity and some kind of illogical magnetism that makes my heart beat with the impulse to claim and possess.
Where are you taking me?”
“To my office.”
“I can walk there on my own. Put me down.”
“No can do, sweetheart.”
“This is bullshit.”
“What you’re smelling is horse shit. The bulls are in the west pasture.”
She makes a frustrated sound in her throat. “How the fuck are you the sperm that won?”
“I can explain it to you, but I can’t understand it for you.”
“I really wish I had more middle fingers right now.”
He’s a torrent of brutal force and sensual precision, fluctuating between violent bites and gentle kisses, rough hands and expert caresses. His passion is explosive, his touches methodical. Nothing about him is tame.
All I can do is hold on, shredding my vocal chords as I scream. I scream his name. I scream for a god. Maybe they’re one and the same. He looks like a warrior god. He fucks like a sex god. I’ll happily worship him, and I do.
"She's beauty, innocence, compassion, and everything perfect in the world. No man would part with that."
"Love hurts. It's an emotional abuser, insidious and manipulative, charming its way into unsuspecting hearts before beating the ever-loving shit out of the defenseless insides."Told in dual POV, Buckled is a complex contemporary romance with passion, tender romance, and raw unrepentant emotions. The text is all-encompassing as each moment of the plot seamlessly blends into the next. The characters care deeply for each other and their loyalty is unwavering. Both Jarret and Maybe are intense characters who complement each other in every way. In true Godwin fashion, the sexual inclinations of Jarret (so thankful for crops and ropes) stir the delicious and dirty girl living in all of us. He is a true alpha male and once he has claimed Maybe for himself he will stop at nothing to keep her safe by his side. Maybe's determination to be her own savior only makes her that much more captivating (because honestly who doesn't love a strong heroine?). In addition to the alluring charm of the main couple, the supporting characters continue to play a critical role in the plot. As the family awaits the release of their brother Lorne, the intensity (and intrigue) of their plight continues to magnify. Through all of the pain, pleasure, and romance one thing is certain: "Love. The most powerful healing force in the universe." Above everything, love will always remain.
I’m John Holsten’s son. The selfish liar. Coldblooded murderer. Ruthless lover. But she makes me want to be the right man. Selfless. Vulnerable. Buckled on my knees beneath the trust in her huge blue eyes. She makes me want to be the man deserving of that precious trust.
Let me take part in your pain, walk with you, sit with you, watch over you, something, anything… Just… let me join you in the hurt.”
“You have a killer body, but you need a better workout routine for that mouth. I have something that’ll help with that.”
“What? A big dick? Too bad you have more of that in your personality than you do in your pants.”
She pushes her hands against my back, probably watching her car fade into the darkness behind us. “Where are you taking me?”
“To my office.”
“I can walk there on my own. Put me down.”
“No can do, sweetheart.”
“This is bullshit.”
“What you’re smelling is horse shit. The bulls are in the west pasture.”
She makes a frustrated sound in her throat. “How the fuck are you the sperm that won?”
“I can explain it to you, but I can’t understand it for you.”
“I really wish I had more middle fingers right now.
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❝... no one comes close to the contagious passion and soulful strength that Conor possesses. I suspect no one ever will.
F*ck it all if I find that person. I'll latch on so tightly she won't stand a chance.
I'll move mountains.
Stake my claim.
Piss all over my territory.
Rearrange my entire existence until we buckle together beneath the intensity.
I want what Jake had with Conor. I f*cking crave it.❞
❝She's a dream I ache to remain awake for, an erotic canvas to be explored and appreciated.❞
❝The riding crop has many uses. ... On the rance, we use them to discipline horses. But when you're with me ...❞ I pause within striking distance. ❝This crop will be the liberation of your vagina.❞
❝Oh, My God,❞ She shakes her head in disbelief. ❝My vagina does NOT need to be liberated.❞
“Do you hear voices in your head?” I lift a brow. He flashes a dark smile. “You hear them, too?”
"Touch me like that again, and I'll cut off your fingers and shove them up your ass."
“How would you do that? Bite them off with your little kitten teeth?”
“Too much work.” I pull the knife from its sheath and point it at him.
“No shit.” He rubs his jaw. “Where’d you get that?”
“The knife store.”
“I don’t fuck reporters.”
“Oh well, good, because I don’t fuck assholes.”
He grins. I expect a vulgar retort about butt sex, but he leaves it alone. “Sure you don’t want to come in?” He nods at the window. “If your story includes details about my cock, you need to get the size right.”
“Hmmm.” I tap the flat side of the blade against my chin. “I just remembered. I have to be somewhere slash I’d rather scoop out my eyes with a rusty spoon.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“To my office.”
“I can walk there on my own. Put me down.”
“No can do, sweetheart.”
“This is bullshit.”
“What you’re smelling is horse shit. The bulls are in the west pasture.”
She makes a frustrated sound in her throat. “How the fuck are you the sperm that won?”
“I can explain it to you, but I can’t understand it for you.”
“I really wish I had more middle fingers right now.”
“It won’t end well.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” He takes another step toward me, pausing a few feet away. “It won’t end. Period.”
"He’s my greatest torment and constant salvation, my beginning, my end, and all the roads between. The whole damn world should stop on its axis and take note, because no man alive knows how to love a woman like he does."
"A hard fuck, a vanilla tumble, a red welt, a tender kiss—I love her in all the colors and levels of intensity, and she lets me. I’m a lucky son of a bitch."