One is a Promise (Tangled Lies, #1)

by Pam Godwin

I’ve been called reckless, shameless, audacious, and even naive, but I think those name-callers live in fear and paranoia.

“You, my tiny dancer, are an erotic dream dipped in the sweetest honey. A man only needs to look at you to become fiercely protective of your smile.”

You’re a flesh and muscle articulation of sex.

Cole’s absence cast me in darkness, but this solitude and discordance is of my own making.

In that flicker of time, with something as inconceivable as a look, he claims me, owns me, and ruins me for all others.

The female form moving in a way that simulates flexibility, promiscuity, and sexual energy. I’m an actress on a stage, eliciting emotion and feeding off the reactions.

Little does he know, he can’t hurt me. I’ve been hurt—a hurt so mortally, inconsolably excruciating there’s nothing left in me to break.

I feel like I’m enrobed in a cloud of mystery, in some faraway land, waiting for my Viking to lumber out and steal a kiss. And spank me.

I’m shaking, swaying, panting sandpaper breaths from a chest too tight to heave.

My past and my future. My first love and my second chance. Two hearts from two separate lives colliding helplessly, cruelly together.

I love two men, and they’re both here, staring at me with the kind of desperation that destroys a person.