Forced Proximity (Bluebell House Duet, #1)

by Jaymin Eve

For a second our gazes locked and he ground to an immediate halt. Color drained from his golden skin like he’d just seen a ghost, and then he shook it off, a smile breaking through whatever had shocked him as he approached and took the vacant seat on my other side.

“Eve,” I mumbled, the pounding in my head so intense I needed to close my eyes. “Call me Eve.” He gave a small, husky laugh. “More like Lilith than Eve with lips like that.”

“Breathe with me, sweetheart,” he whispered, his husky voice close to my ear. “In and out, regulate your breathing. No one will hurt you. I promise. I will destroy anyone who tries.”

Right. Because it was easy to forget six and half feet of asshole, who looked like a Greek god, with the personality of a garden gnome.

Storms are my new favorite weather event. I hope it storms every night forever.” Every night. Forever.

Andrew might think this was a short-term assignment, but I knew better. She was ours now. For good.

Dominant Ethan did things to me that were downright depraved, and I lost every ounce of feminism in my body.

“Your girlfriend should come first, you know. And that includes her emotions. You might think you’re covering all bases by protecting her from other people, but what about from you? Don’t be the guy she needs protecting from. If you can’t be better, then don’t be surprised if she finds better.”