Stand Alone Book with HEA-Box Set of Forever Branded and Forever Beloved
A woman can stay with you forever.
No matter how far away you flee.
No matter how much time passes.
Marla Matthews stayed in my bones, day and night, branded on my soul.
I loved her beyond anything I thought possible.
Even after she broke my heart.
So why would you care?
Because thatâs not the end of the story.
Not even close.
What youâre about to read is a gritty tale of reclaimed love.
It isnât pretty.
It isnât nice.
Itâs raw and messy as fate gives us one last shot to get it right.
You up for that?
Then hold the fuck on...
âDid you have a good time tonight, Marla?â Beau asked with a delicious smirk.
âWatching you beat the crap out of another man?â I asked coolly, trying to pretend I didnât find it hot.
âIt was a good fight.â
âI would agree.â
âSo you had a good time?â he pressed.
âI donât know if I had a good time, but it was definitely interesting to watch you fight. Itâs been a long time since Iâve seen you take someone down.â
âYeah, it has been a long time. Youâve missed a lot.â
âI know I have. That was quite the show you put on, Beau. Why donât you tell me why Iâm really here tonight?â I asked, pointing to my outfit.
He ran his finger across my knee. âIâve always liked you in red.â
âI didnât think you liked much about me, Beau.â
He let out a biting laugh. âLetâs focus on the positive. Youâve been a bad girl.â
âOh? How have I been bad?â I uncrossed my legs, turned on by his words.
His blue eyes flickered with heat as he shot me a wolfish grin. âYou distracted me during my fight.â He reached down, took my foot out of my black Jimmy Choo, and put it in his lap. âWhat were you thinking about when you rushed up to the cage?â His strong fingers massaged the pad of my foot.
I held in a groan. âJust remembering some times in high school.â
âMe too. God, it used to be so sweet to be inside you,â he admitted unexpectedly.
I tried to react calmly, but my chest heaved in excitement. âWhy are telling me that?â I asked breathlessly.
âBecause I want to make a deal with you.â
My cheeks flushed pink. âWhat kind of deal?â
âThe kind that will make us both happy. But there are certain things I want from you.â His hand stroked my foot and then hovered above my leg, the warmth of his skin radiating inches from my flesh.
Iâd been with other men since Beau. But the passion Iâd experienced with him had never been replicated with any of them. He had ruined me.
âWhat kind of deal are you talking about?â I asked, swallowing down my desire.
âThe kind that lets me have you whenever I want you.â
Over the last couple of years, writing has become a passion of mine. I pour my heart into each one of my stories, letting my characters go wherever they dare to venture. They often surprise and amuse me. I revel in exploring the human condition through the art of storytelling.
Nothing gives me more pleasure than drawing you into a world of emotional connection, compelling characters and hopeful adventure, complete with sizzle and sensuality. My goal is to leave you breathless and panting for more...