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397 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 16, 2015











"I felt like a small animal being preyed upon by an expert hunter. He'd caught me out, and I was under no illusions that he was going to make this easy for me."

"Shame. Pain. Loss. Fear. More shame.
So much fucking shame I could barely breathe with it."



“The bigger our hearts, the more beautiful our souls.”

“I had a feeling there was far more to Oliver King than met the eye.”

“I never stopped loving you, not even in my darkest hour”














































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"We can fuck.” He paused, his accent over-emphasising the “K” and making my bones turn to jelly.
“I was incapable of putting on airs and graces, and tended to act the same whether I was talking to my grandma or the Queen of England. Not that I’ve ever met the Queen, but you know what I mean.”


…I fear if I made you my queen, I could no longer be a king.
“It’s a heady feeling to find someone you're highly attuned to, is it not?”


Well, then Mr King, if I do get chosen for the position, I’ll have to prove to you that my looks pale in comparison to what my brain can achieve.

His eyes came to me for a brief second, looked away, then came back again in what seemed to be a double take. As he made a slow perusal of my body, a mix of amusement and intrigue passed over his features before his attention returned to his phone call.

He arched a brow and then began unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt sleeves before rolling them up his arms. I didn’t know why he was doing it, since it wasn’t particularly hot in here. And I really wished he wouldn’t because I couldn’t take my eyes off his forearms. They were… yeah, quite pleasant to look at.

My apologies. I sometimes forget you work for me. You’re so easy to get along with that you feel more like a friend.
…I had no words. No funny lines or sarcastic comments to defuse the situation. I had nothing, and Oliver King was pushing a boundary I was helpless to defend.

The problem was, he didn’t look smug. King wore an expression that was all, ‘Here I am, take me or leave me’, which only functioned to make him even more irresistible. Take him, some deep, feminine part of me pleaded.
- We’re in something of a predicament, love.
– We are?
– Yes my darling, because I very much want to fuck you.

Being around you in the office, you wearing those tight little skirts that made me want to bite my way up to your perfect thighs and then sink my face between your legs until you screamed for it.

Do you ever wish, Alexis, that your heart was just a little bit smaller, so that you didn’t have to care quite so much?
In the office I’d seen him professional, efficient, confident, and i control. But right then he was vulnerable, artistic, and totally absorbed in the music.


– Am I so awful to you now?
– Never. You’ve always been beautiful to me.
It was a Greek tragedy come to life, and I felt like I’d suddenly stepped out of reality and into a dream.
His face contorted, and so many emotions flickered past I could barely count them. Shame. Pain. Loss. Fear. More shame. So much fucking shame I could barely breathe with it.

Your faith in me was where my confidence to go through it alone came from

Sometimes we see someone and they just suit us. They’re beautiful to us in every way/ You are that person to me.





"Me and my trigger-happy arse-slapping hand."Steam...
"But my hand is jealous of my mouth. It wants to feel you come, too."Swoon...
"Sometimes we see someone and they just suit us. They’re beautiful to us in every way. You’re that person to me" - King


"I see glimpses in him, Alexis, glimpses of a fascinating mind, of a great mind, of a great man from whom circumstance has stolen everything."
"It was a strange sensation to love somebody so completely yet fiercely hate their actions."
"I was just a person, and he was just a person, and together we were scrambling in the dark to try to understand each other."
"I thought that maybe the best loves had to suffer the greatest hardships."
"You're not irrevocably broken until you're dead."
"I think that in the space between birth and death you can have one life, or you can have many. But in order to have many, you also need the strength to end the one that came before. And there lies the tricky part."
"I was glad for my experiences, good and bad. I was glad for what they had made me.
And I was glad that I hadn’t had one life, but that I'd had many."
"Nothing was ever lost forever, especially love."In summary:

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"You included a picture, Miss Clark, and I liked the look of you."

"I wanted him to consume me; I wanted to consume him before life got in the way and ruined it for both of us."
"I couldn't believe this was the same man who once sat in his office overlooking the Thames, a ruler of his own universe, the best at whatever he set his mind to. Now he was reduced to a homeless drunkard, completely unrecognisable."
“Look, King…”
“Did you just call me King?” he said, cutting me off.
“Oh, yeah, sorry, I…”
“Don’t apologise. I like it.”
A long sigh escaped him before he said, “We’re in something of a predicament, love.”
I turned my face to look up at him. “We are?”
Reaching, out, he stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. “Yes, my darling, because I very much want to fuck you.”
He sucked in a deep breath, his eyes travelling back and forth between mine as he swiped his thumb across my bottom lip. His voice was husky when he spoke, “The way you come is fucking devastating.”
We both seemed to understand that we were completely and totally screwed. No way was this going to be a one-time thing. Already I wanted to crawl beneath his skin and never leave.
“I could lose the run of myself inside a woman like you, Alexis.”
Even though it had taken years, finding him had been the easy part. Healing him would be the greatest challenge I’d ever faced.
“I never stopped loving you, not even in my darkest hour”.




“I could lose the run of myself inside a woman like you, Alexis. And I fear if I made you my queen, I could no longer be a king.”

“I want to fuck you so hard, Alexis, so hard you’re still feeling me inside you tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow…”Just as the two begin to fall for each other, King’s past comes back to haunt him. A series of devastating events causes King to vanish and the story picks up six years later in the “After” section of the book. We discover that King is completely broken, an alcoholic who has hit rock bottom. He lives the life of a vagabond and is almost unrecognizable from the man we once knew. When Alexis and King cross paths again, can she help heal his emotional wounds? Is it too late for second chances?
Okay, did he just hit me with a side of Shakespeare in his dirty talk?
I died. I died dead. All right, I didn’t die dead, but I did have a mini brain orgasm.


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