Fate hasn’t always
been friends with Isabelle West. In fact, fate has been a down right
bitch.
Isabelle has learned
the hard way how hard life can be when fate isn’t by your side. It can hand you
dreams on silver platters, but it can snatch them right back and hand you
nightmares. One thing Isabelle knew for sure fate was consistent with was taking
away everything she ever loved.
For the last two years
Isabelle has been slowly clearing the clouds of her past. Happiness is finally
on the horizon. She has a thriving business, great friends, and her life back.
All she has to do is jump over the last hurdle…her ex-husband.
When problems start
causing her to fear her new life, and memories that are better left forgotten
start rushing to the surface the last thing she needs is a ghost from her past
to come knocking on her door.
Axel never thought he
would look into the eyes of Isabelle West again, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to
now. He’s carried his anger for so long he isn’t sure he can just turn it off,
but when he is faced with protecting her and an unexpected desire to have her
again, life gets a little more complicated.
How will Axel and
Isabelle deal when all their cards are put on the table and everything they
thought was true blows up in their faces?
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********* AXEL QUOTES ********
These are some of my
(Brenda Wright) favorites. Feel free to use these or find your own
favorites!!
People say karma is a
bitch but I have news for you, karma doesn’t have anything on fate when she is
after blood. Not a single thing.
“Sugar, I have thought about sex, hard fucking dirty sex, about a
hundred times since we sat down to eat.” “Does that clear it up for you?”
She just keeps roaming
her eyes over my face. As pissed as I am right now, I can’t help but become
sucked in to her all over again.
She was mine. She
is mine. She
will always fucking be mine.
The past can’t touch me. I am
stronger than this. I am
a survivor.
“Missed you…so fucking much, Princess.”
My body is telling me
to start humping, my heart is telling me to run, and my mind is sitting there
enjoying a cigarette as his hips start to move against me.
I want this, God how I
want this. Right or wrong, this feels like heaven; even chocolate is no match
for the full body electric tingles that are shooting through my
system.
I am ready to make my girl mine again.
I want you alone in my
house, where only my ears can hear you scream.”
Going to make you
scream princess, and then when you can’t take it anymore,” he pushes his denim
covered hips hard into mine, his thick erection rubbing my clit in the most
delicious way, “then I’m going to lick my way up this sweet fucking body and
finally I’m going make you mine.”
“Never letting you go,
Izzy. Never.” He whispers into my hair, squeezing me a little tighter.
“I always have been yours, you know that, don’t you?”
“Never again, Izzy West. I will never again let anyone take you from me, or anything
from us.” His words hang between us both as a promise and a
threat.
I know in this moment
that this man would fight to the death to keep me by his side, protecting me
from the world.
“I love you, Axel Reid. I have loved you forever and I will
never stop. Made for me,
baby. You were made for
me. Don’t ever leave me. Never again. I would rather die than be without you
again.”
I just want to be
yours. That’s all I’ve ever wanted
if one
more thing goes wrong today, I’m going to say fuck it and kidnap my woman and
drag her up to the bedroom. At least I know I can keep her happy
there.
About the Author:
Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from
her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the house they dubbed 'Estrogen Ocean', much to
her husbands chagrin. Harper has a borderline unhealthy obsession with
books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with her eReader attached. She enjoys bad
reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her favorite kind of hero--the super
alpha kind!
Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect way to just relax. It didn't take long before a head full of very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.
Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect way to just relax. It didn't take long before a head full of very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.
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