“Wes, I don’t know what you want me to say here.” Royal’s voice is broken. Maybe he is broken. Maybe I broke him. Lord knows I’m broken myself.
“Don’t say anything.” I start off with. There are so many things I want to tell him. The one thing I want him to know, that I want him, I will never say aloud. “When push comes to shove, Royal, you’ll break me. I’d never be the same after you. I’d be a shell of this girl.”
His face pales but he doesn’t step away. Something I had planned on. His hands caress my face before he says, “You have that wrong, Wesley. You’ll be the one to break me.”
Wesley Bridges was lost between the living and the dead. She was clinging to her boyfriend, who passed away unexpectedly. She was left with having no way to move on. Her best friends, Annabella and Pierce were to caught up to save her. Even her family turned a blind eye, not able to bare her grief.
Then one day, Royal Sanders walked into her life. Tall, dark and sinfully handsome but aren’t all the unattainable ones? At first it was nothing. She was asked to tutor him and found he’s different then even she thought. She even turned to Royal when things got too hard. And when she falls for him, she falls hard.
But Royal’s the enemy. A long drawn out hatred brews between her friends and Royal’s. That doesn’t seem important to her, considering she’s still in love with her dead boyfriend. A love triangle between life and death…who will win?
Grief is a powerful emotion but there are several different kinds of grief. Betrayal and heartache are still knocking on her door. Things are about to come crashing down around her. It will definitely break her, but will Royal be enough to save her?
The way he's looking at me right now totally has me singing Nicky Minaj in my head. Because my heartbeat is running away. Great, now this song is stuck in my head.
His lips are suddenly on mine, devouring them in his haste. It's delicious and dizzying, making my knees incredibly weak.
His hands reach the waistband of my jeans, lifting my shirt a bit. His warm fingers skim over my bare skin causing the biggest shiver.
My hands go over his chest, then over his shoulders, up his neck and into his hair.
His tongue slowly reaches out licking at my lips. I open immediately to let him in.
Wait. What am I doing? We are in the library!
I break away from his lips saying, "Stop." My voice is breathless. I drop my arms from around his neck. I feel my cheeks are flushed and notice his are as well.
He backs his face away, blinking several times, "What?" His tone is confused.
I blink a few times myself. Why did I make him stop? "Shut up," I tell him before reaching around his neck and bringing my lips back to his. His tongue immediately enters my mouth again, and he groans. The sound vibrates over my own tongue and I clutch harder to his shoulders.
His hands glide along my lower back, leaving behind goose bumps. “I’ve been waiting to do this for forever,” he whispers, nipping at my lips.
“Then why didn’t you?” I ask sucking his lower lip into my mouth.
He takes the kiss back over and pushes me harder into the bookshelf I just realized we are leaning up against. “Because you weren’t ready.” He’s still whispering, his lips barely brushing mine.
“I’m definitely ready now,” I mumble reaching for his lips again.
He smiles, looking down at me. His hands leave my waist and cup the sides of my face. “I know. That’s why I’m kissing you, girl.” His nose nuzzles along my cheek and I tighten my fists in his hair.
His lips start back for mine, but then we are interrupted. “Really? In the library?” Channing’s voice drifts over to my ears and I close my eyes tightly.
I live in southern Arkansas with my husband and young daughter. There is also an insane Boston Terrier running around. I've always been a lone wolf and find my friends in books. I started writing at a young age and I haven't stopped since. Most days you can find me either glued to my laptop or my kindle. My first novel, This Beautiful Thing was an Amazon best seller for 11 weeks and a year later I'm still tickled to see people enjoy it. I may not be a huge seller but I have the best fans ever and I thank God everyday for every single one of them.
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