One is a Promise (Tangled Lies, #1)

by Pam Godwin

Seduction is everything,

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

Since meeting Cole, I realize a real kiss is more than the motion of mouths. It’s an inspiration. A creation of something unfathomable and timeless.

“I can’t keep pretending you aren’t the first thought in my head when I wake and the reason I can’t fall asleep at night.”

“Just when I think I can’t possibly want you more,” Trace says roughly, heatedly, “this hunger, this gut-deep need I feel for you consumes me until I can’t imagine a future without you in

Because love doesn’t end with death. It doesn’t shrivel and disintegrate with the ashes. It hovers, follows, haunts the living.

Fighting hurts. Living without Cole hurts. But nothing’s as painful as hanging onto the broken pieces of a dream.

the exquisite sensation of being taken, dominated, and fucked into mindless oblivion.

Love isn’t a choice. Nor is life. We connect, or we don’t connect. We live, and we die. There is no forever. The real fight is in making the best of it, making a difference, and appreciating the small glimmers of happiness.

“I will not trade long-term desires for short-term impulses.”

“Infinity is a long time.” “It’s not the length of time.” He slides the ring on my finger. “But the depth.”