Saturday, July 1, 2017

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A Standalone Romance. 


An heiress and a man set to take over her father's company. 

Arranged marriage with two stubborn and equally vindictive characters. 

Stifling sexual tension. A push-and-pull maddening, combustible chemistry. 


A war of words-of love-thrusting them to the brink of insanity. 

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Wednesday, June 28, 2017

The Guardian: A Preview

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Sunday, June 18, 2017

UNAPOLOGETIC FREE FOR A LIMITED TIME!!!

He was my childhood friend. My lover. My partner. I loved and worshipped him with entirety, with every pulse. With every bated breath in my body, I was his and he was mine. We burned brighter than the sun, and together, we clashed, fell, and soared. Together, we made the perfect harmony.

Gradually, as time passed, the inevitable happened. Then darkness completely filled my life, cloaking me and embracing me when I became fragile and utterly broken, teaching me the hardest lesson of all.
It’s better to have loved with my all and having had the chance to know what it’s like to find something so beautiful than endure a lifetime of never knowing it at all.


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Friday, June 2, 2017

THE GUARDIAN ~ SNIPPET ~ Meet Jared & Gisele

“You sound jealous.” 
“You wish!” I spat back before I threw him a venomous look. “If I need sex, it sure as hell won’t be from you!” Call it hitting below the belt I didn’t give a damn anymore. “You’re a complete utter bore. Geeks simply don’t do it for me; you’re not an exception, Jared. So go back to Rose or to the next gold-digger that’s easily impressed when you flash your wealth, I don’t care.” 
He saw red. 
In a few menacing strides, he reached me. His nostrils flared as he loomed over me. “You ought to be spanked for insulting me! Yet it was only this morning, you’d have been more than ecstatic if I fucked you.” He aggressively pushed against me until the curve of my ass hit the vanity frame. The crashing sound of cosmetic cases echoed in the background while I tentatively eyed him. There was no hint of blue in his eyes. It was almost black and they were seething with unbridled rage. “You were wet for me, moaning my name while you furiously rubbed that little pussy against my cock like a bitch in heat! You were desperate for me to cure that ache in your cunt. You repeatedly begged, imploring me to fuck you, Gisele—and I could have.” He arrogantly declared. “But I chose not to.” 
My insults got to him and he spat it right back just as viciously. It resulted a violent mood, and I wasn’t sure what my next move entailed. The man effectively caged me with his body with nowhere to go. His unforgiving glare flayed whatever certainty I had left. 
I swallowed, hard.
My panting hitched. My heart skittered inside my chest. Stomach churned and turned. Darting my tongue out, I licked my bottom lip before I bravely lifted my eyes, imploring. “I was caught off guard. There won’t be a reoccurrence of that, I promise.” My breasts felt full and confined against the tight bodice as my breathing kept accelerating.
“You want me.” He stated succinctly, without a shadow of a doubt. 
“No.” I rapidly denied. 
My immediate denial stroked the devil out of him to come out and play. “What will make you stay home, hm?” he crudely lodged himself in between my thighs and shoved his hard-on against my covered mound. “Cock? Is this want you want?” he furiously grounded his member again, evoking a sharp cry from me. 
My body’s a quivering mess, betraying me ever so cruelly. Even after all the insults he hurled at me, my body responded to him as if he was its master. It was beyond humiliating to be resorted to this—a heaping, panting mess of a woman whose urges couldn’t be controlled. And I loathed every second of it. “Stop it.” I hissed through my teeth. “Don’t do this to me…you’ve insulted me enough.” The urge to cry was potent but my pride wasn’t going to indulge him with tears. He didn’t deserve them. “I get it, Jared…there’s no need to taunt me. Please.” My meek voice didn’t sway his punishing stance. In fact, it fueled him further more. 
He punished me again. His cock felt sublime through his trousers. His magnificent size pressed against my heat, unconsciously spreading my legs wider to accommodate him. It parted my folds and I could feel its passion stressing the tiny scrap of lace that barely protected me. Delicious tingles circuited all over my body. My teeth sunk into my lip, stifling the wretched moan coming out of me. 
“You feel that?” he roughly thrusted to drive his massive point. “I’ve been hard because of you—but I can’t have you. Rose is the only thing that stops me from taking advantage of this tight body.” His darkened eyes probed into my soul and I held on for my dear life. Jared exuded danger as if he was on a brink of deciding if he desired to savor Heaven or Hell. “Don’t think you don’t affect me—you do. Very much.” My lips parted. His thumb grazed my bottom lip before he pressed his pad over it, toying with temptation as his eyes zeroed in on my lips. It filled with wonderment. As if he, too, marveled how it’d feel to have my lips press against his. “I want you—it pains me to admit it—but I do. But it’s just sex. Nothing flowery, or romantic about it. Just a hard, good, raw fucking. So don’t want me, Gisele. You’ll only end up hurt when you see me go to the next woman after having a taste of you.
“Sharing your bed is a fucking nightmare and I’m sure it’ll only get worse as the time passes. But it’s fine. I’m doing this for you—you deserve better. You deserve someone to cherish and love you. Ingrain my words into your head because I’m not going to repeat them. Whatever ideas you have, whatever designs, dreams—it won’t happen. I’m going to kill every single one of them.” His eyes were deadly. Lethal. Impenitent. “I’m not the man to make your dreams come true. I’m never going to be that man. You ought to know that. So don’t want me. There’s only one way this could go—breaking you is the last thing I want. But be warned, I can break you. If it comes down to it, I won’t hesitate to do so.” Then he instantly disengaged his body away from me, as if touching me burned him, as if my nearness contaminated him.

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

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Monday, April 24, 2017

GREYSON & LIV: Falling To Pieces

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THREE YEARS LATER…

I finally have her. After obsessing about Olivia since third grade, she was mine—unreservedly, irrevocably mine. 

We were on our last year in college, mad happy and crazy in love. And just when I thought I was the luckiest man alive, life just had to throw me a curveball. 

The past three years were the best ones I’ve had to date. But Hell was ready for a pay back. 

Luck. 

I sure could use some. 

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Saturday, April 8, 2017

SIDE NOTE TO TORN SERIES FANS



For those of you wondering what happened to Carter Mason’s book...
Damaged had to be scrapped. The tone of the whole story was too somber and depressing…I simply wasn’t happy on how the book came about. So I’d decided to take his story and evolve it to something less doom and gloom. His book will be named “Carter Mason” and will include some of Damage merely as flashbacks. I’ll build a new story around that. Thank you for being patient. 


Here’s bit and pieces from Damage: 


The eve of Lindsey’s wedding…


A soft knock rapped on the door, interrupting my web surfing while I enjoyed a cold beer.  


As the brother of the bride, I’ll be walking her down the aisle. Normally I wouldn’t mind the attention but bearing the fact that the woman who turned my marriage proposal down and made me half of the man I was, was in attendance, well it’s another turmoil to overcome with. 


If this was Lindsey wanting to reassure me like mother who coddles her child I wouldn’t know what to do with her. Maybe it’s Amber, my mind interjected. She sure didn’t seem like herself when I saw her earlier on. But upon opening the door, I was surprised to find her standing before me, seeming unsure and pregnant more than ever. 


My eyes widened. My heart stopped beating. My blood burned from hot to cold then back at it again in a vicious manner than I felt out of element. 


Reeling at the sight of Emma, instead of greeting her like a normal person would, I simply stared at her, hard. Tongue-tied. 


“I thought I might drop in to say hi,” she nervously said with a strained smile on her face. “Tomorrow’s the big day…and with our friends there, I thought it’d be a good idea to hash out any awkward encounter for tomorrow’s bid day.” 


I blankly stared at her, hearing her words and yet none of it seemed to register in my head. 


Blue eyes sparked fire before she bit her lip and looked away. “May I come in?” she shyly asked before lifting those mesmerizing blues on my heartbroken ones. 


She was undoubtedly pregnant and her protruding stomach was the first thing that caught my attention. But even though she was…she made pregnancy look beautiful. Emma absolutely took my breath away. 


Making a serious nod, I stepped to the side to let her through before closing it right behind her. Her scent lingered, toying with me, commanding all of my senses in at a moment’s notice. Her intoxicating smell engulfed me…the thought immediately hit me that she still wore the same perfume…the very same one she left in my home…and the culprit behind my madness of literally annihilating the damn scent, pushing towards insanity as I gulped it down because I couldn’t get enough of her. That was one of many. Hence the downward spiral…


“How have you been?” She cautiously asked, granting me a soft melancholy gaze with those familiar blue eyes I loved so much. 


Masking my darkened thoughts, I made sure there was enough distance between us. Here I thought that as long as I couldn’t smell her, I’d be in a much safer space. A sniff of her scent had my alarm bells ringing. It was an indicator that resisting any crazy notion wasn’t far off, so playing this encounter with cool detached was imperative for my survival. Considering her question, I pressed my lips together while my eyes landed on her stomach. “I’m…I am what I am.” 


Her brows furrowed, puzzled at my response. “Which translates to what, Carter?” 


“I’m living…surviving.” Voicing it out loud didn’t do much to my already beaten self worth. It hurt to admit it to anyone and pretty much to myself, but there was no victory in hiding the truth. This was Emma. She knew—all it took was one look at me and she immediately would know everything. 


“I heard about what happened…” With a pained expression, Emma took a step towards me but I immediately took a step back, fearing close contact with her. “I’m so sorry—the last thing I wished was to hurt you again after what you had done for me…you were so good to me, Carter,” she choked up while her eyes welled with tears. “I destroyed everything…I destroyed you.” 


My hand itched to wipe the moisture off her eyes. Even to this day, it pained me to see her crying. Was I really this weak? Am I not entitled to have a little hate in me and tell her off about how fucked up it was to lead me on like that? To break a man when he was already vulnerable? What right did she have? I knew I brought most of the demise of our relationship in the beginning but that didn’t justify the havoc she put me through. She placed me through the ringer and back to Hell. It was agonizing, soul breaking. 


“I don’t deserve it…but I hope you can forgive me one day.” 


The funny thing about forgiveness was one had the power to do so. In our case, she didn’t need one. If I didn’t have the capacity to even hate her in the slightest, forgiving her wasn’t necessary because I loved her, and through that…everything she did, including the past and the present, were pardoned. A man couldn’t summon hatred in his heart wherever she was concerned, I could tell her that at least. The last thing I wanted for her was to worry. Given her present condition, even if I was irreparably broken, I wouldn’t be able to bear it if she was wasting time feeling guilty. I’d rather endure the suffering than have her in that position. “There’s no need for that. You must already know…that my love for you is strong enough to battle and cure any ill feelings I might’ve had towards you.” 


Huge teardrops fell from her precious face. “That’s too generous, I don’t deserve it.” 


Her lips trembled, making my gaze hone in on them as temptation knocking me out of air that I could barely breathe. It was a combination of being in a state of high but also in the lowest of low. It was a thrilling mixture of both and it left me perplexed. 


The desire to kiss her, to possess her for the last time was terrifying. God help me, I knew she was pregnant but that didn’t even lessen my yearning for her. In my eyes, she was Emma. The woman I was supposed to marry. The only woman I fought so hard for. The one I vowed to love and protect at all costs whether she was mine or not…until the very end. 


Consumed with turbulent emotions, I restrained myself from wiping the tears away from her face. “Is he treating you well?” I had to ask, hearing it from her and not from the media and friends but from her own lips. Besides, changing the subject was imperative since my mind was wandering in dangerous territory and the last thing I would ever wish was for her to feel uncomfortable with me. After all that she and I had been through, I wanted to part in good terms—without any lingering guilt or doubts—on both our ends. For our sakes and peace of mind. 


Those unforgettable cherry lips parted, gazing at me with mixture of confusion and bewilderment as if she didn’t know how to react to my question. 
“Yes, he’s very attentive…more than I could ever ask for or deserve…” Emma’s words heavily laced with remorse, making me even more determined to reassure her that it was okay for her to be happy. 


My gaze softened as it caressed her face. “That’s good to hear, Ems. If there’s another man that loved you just as much, I knew it’d be him. I don’t expect any less from him. I know where he’s coming from and I’m confident that he’d give you everything just to keep a smile on your face.” 


She sniffed as more tears fell. She was on the verge of really folding in and letting emotions conquer her. “Don’t say things like that…” 


“It’s true.” From the bottom of my heart. From the depths of my soul. Her happiness meant the world to me or I wouldn’t have given up fighting for her if I knew Bass loved her any less than I did. 


“Each time I think back…you…us…I can’t look at myself in the mirror. I feel like a monster for breaking your heart.” 


“You had to do what you felt was right, Emma.” 


“I know but it came at a high cost.” 


“Everything good comes at a price.” 


“Whatever happens…I just wanted to tell you that I’m truly sorry and that I really loved you too…but things changed along the way—I changed and somehow through the chaos I fell in love again. Forgive me for hurting you; it was hard to live with myself for a time. It ate me up and kept me up at night.” 


Her words though felt like daggers to my heart, it also happened to be a balm to the punctured wounds. I wasn’t sure when it’ll heal but knowing that what I had with her was real—that for a time she and I were true to each other—it was enough. This was closure, more for her than I…but at least the dust had finally settled. Any lingering questions I had dissipated. Giving in, I gradually made it towards her and held her for as long as I could. Tears threatened behind my eyeballs as I kissed the top of her forehead for the last time. For a brief moment, I let myself bask at the feeling of coming home. “I love you and as much as it hurts me to keep doing so, I want you to know—” I murmured as Emma shook her head, weeping. “No listen, even if it doesn’t seem like it is, I’m glad that you’ve found happiness. You deserve it—embrace this new life you have and never look back, Ems. Do that for me will you?” 


“I love you too.” 


“I know you do. You just love him a little bit more.” 


“Someday…someone will come into your life…don’t hold yourself back.” 


Somehow I doubted it but I wasn’t going to tell her that, I didn’t need to give her another reason to bawl her eyes out more. “We shall see.” 


“You’re a good man, Carter. You deserve someone that’d be just as crazy about you.” 


Luck wasn’t going to come by twice. Not on my doorstep at least. Instead of responding to her, I kissed her forehead. “Get some sleep, Emma. There’s nothing to stress about me. I’ll be okay. I’ll survive. That’s what survivors do.” 


Even though my heart ached at the idea that my love was all lost, I vowed to try and set her free from my thoughts. As for my heart, I knew I was left loving her from afar. The future was bleak—lifeless and uninspiring.