“When life threatens perfect, it’s time to step up and kick life in the balls.”
Ella’s perfect moment was taken from her in the worst possible way. Humiliated, heartbroken and absolutely determined not to allow her heart be destroyed for a second time, she builds an ice wall around her heart.
Preston has known he was in love with his big sister’s best friend since the age of fifteen. Over ten years on, and an opportunity to be her knight in shining armour is too good to miss. Putting his heart on the line, he’s on a mission to show Ella that the perfect moment is possible.
Ella’s instinct is to run when she realises her feelings for her bestie’s little brother may just run a little bit deeper than just friends. But if she can’t run, she’ll try every trick in the book to shake off his affection and realign his feelings.
She’s already had her perfect moment, and there is no chance she’ll let her heart thaw for Preston. No matter how good he looks in the firefighter’s Christmas calendar.
I couldn’t hold back the goofy grin that formed, nor did I want to. “Morning,” I stretched and yawned. “Sorry.” I laughed, clamping my hand over my mouth.
“No sorry needed. I love seeing you stretched out. You look hot.” He pressed his groin against my leg so that I truly understood exactly how hot he thought I was. A delightful shiver travelled through my body at his touch.
I giggled. Yes, actually giggled. A grown, educated woman of twenty-eight years old giggled at the fine specimen of a man next to me. My giggle was quickly followed by a groan at my ridiculous response. I was acting like a seventeen-year-old.
“What?” Preston asked.
I peeked a look at him. “Just groaning at my giggling. Pathetic really.” I’d always been blatantly honest in my friendship with Preston. I didn’t want that to change. Honesty, no matter how tricky it could be, was by far the best.
A throaty laugh erupted out of his chest. “Only you would think a giggle is pathetic. It’s cute.” My raised eyebrow set in challenge did nothing to prevent him from continuing. “What? Don’t look at me like that. Cute is good. Sexy, even. Giggling gives me a stiffy.” His face was set in a broad shit-eating smile.
“Nice! Seriously. You talking about your erection as a stiffy is what? Meant to get me all hot and horny for you?” I said with a stoic face.
He laughed again. “It doesn’t matter the word, babe. The fact remains you’re beautiful and I’ll always be hard and ready for you.”
As hard as I tried, I couldn’t keep a straight face. Laughter burst out of my lungs.
“Come on. I’m starving and really need a shower.” I laughed when his eyes lit up at the possibility of a shower together. “You’re insatiable. You go and sort out breakfast while I shower. Alone. Please.” I kissed him lightly on his gorgeous lips, bounced out of bed and headed to the en suite.ORDERFree on Kindle Unlimited
“When the odds are stacked against you, you don’t run and hide. You step up and give life the middle finger.”
Jo is confident her life is about to spiral out of control and change irrevocably. What she doesn’t expect is just how far her world will tilt. Floundering and confused, she discovers life and love aren’t always knee-deep in hearts and flowers. Sometimes life’s middle finger is pointed firmly in the air.
Liam never expected perfect, but from the moment he said, “I do,” he knew he had it. What he doesn’t expect is life throwing crapballs the size of Ayers Rock at him! Sometimes life’s aim is a little too accurate.
When Mother Nature steps in and throws their world into disarray, Liam and Jo need to decide just how far they’re willing to go to find their perfect love.
“Did your ovaries just spasm?”
“I swear my ovaries just went into a spasm or something. That has to be the sweetest thing I’ve ever bloody heard, and from Liam, hard-arse extraordinaire. Damn, I may just need to call up Preston and see if he can pop by for half an hour.”
I squinted at her, to which she proceeded to snort in laughter at. “I’ve just vomited. Don’t make me bring up my chocolaty cookie goodness, too.” My lips quirked into a small smile. “Okay, so it may have been sweet, but it’s just strange. Everything is already changing.” I knew at any moment she’d roll her eyes at me, so I attempted to pre-empt her. “Yes, I know things will change, but I can’t help sounding like a spoilt brat and complaining a bit—” She gave a light cough. “Or a lot,” I admitted. “I just didn’t expect this right now, is all.”
Reaching out her hand, she held on to mine and gave a tight squeeze. “I get it. I do. Now, move the crap on already and let’s get excited. It’s amazing news.”
My heart swelled. It really was. I didn’t even try to hold back the smile. “Yeah, it is.” I knew Ella was desperate to be able to jump up and down and squeeze the living crap out of me. Small mercies for injuries.
November 28, 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Suspense, Mafia
To be abandoned is one thing. To have your heart ripped out while you are left broken on the cold, tiled floor is another. Jessie is no stranger to loss, but when trust is broken and leaves a gaping hole of uncertainty, she no longer knows where deception ends and the truth begins.
Jessie’s life is about to spiral out of control. Will she ever be able to sort the truth from the lies?
Having skipped breakfast, I snuck into the kitchen and raided the fridge, hoping to go unnoticed. It was only when the bursting sandwich was raised and I’d forced my lips and teeth around it and taken a bite far too big for my mouth, that I realised I wasn’t alone. Luca had entered the room.
My heart thudded heavily in my chest and my sandwich lodged in my throat, not only because of the ridiculous speed at which I was trying to cram it down, but because I hadn’t even heard him enter the room. Coughing, I grabbed hold of my glass of water and swallowed heavily, cringing at the pain in my chest as I forced the un-chewed sandwich down.
“Hell, you okay?” Luca stepped closer to me, just a couple of feet and the kitchen island separating us, concern etched on his face.
Rubbing my chest, I nodded, and then took another gulp of water. “Yes,” I managed to eventually croak out.
His eyes scanned my face, assessing if I was telling the truth, I assumed—the irony was not lost on me—or maybe he was preparing to jump over the counter and perform the Heimlich manoeuvre. His frown lines softened a little when he became convinced that I was okay.
He took another few steps forward and leaned against the island, directly in front of me. His gaze remained fixed and firm on mine. Damn, he was beautiful. I knew he would have groaned and rolled his eyes if I ever described him in that way out loud, but he seriously was. The slight imperfections made him even more beautiful, perfect. The way he looked at me didn’t help my roaming thoughts either. It should be against the law or something for a man to be gifted with such piercing grey eyes.
At that moment, I knew exactly what his unspoken gaze was saying, pleading. He wanted me to understand what had happened in the past, what was happening in the present. I desperately wanted to know too. I just needed time. I just had no idea how much exactly. I could, by the following morning, be ready to hear him out. On the other hand, it could take me weeks, months. But I also doubted that. Realistically, I knew I would need to hear from Luca sooner rather than later. I just hoped that when I did, he convinced me that he cared, and that what we had was real. My heart hurt too much at the thought of the alternative.
His eyes were soft, understanding, and a tender smile curved his lips. “I know you’re not ready to hear me out yet. But please give me the chance to explain. I won’t let you dodge this… me.”