Avery Hale grew up in an abusive home life, now she hates being touched unless its an emotionless one night stand. She thinks she will never find love because it doesn't exist and the people who are supposed to love you always hurts you and lets you down. She works as a stripper until on her way ...
I have to say when I first started reading this it was a tad slow moving. But when it picked up, it picked up strong! Phoenix has spent eight years looking for answers to her brother's untimely death. The only person who really knew what happened that day was Kellan, Adric's friend, but he left t...
Stars: 5Overall: Hemy & Onyx have been together since they were children, but Onyx has had enough of Hemy cheating and forgetting about her, so she packs her stuff up and leaves him. Fast Forward 4 years and Hemy is on his way to a bachelorette party and who does he see there, none other than Ony...
I spent most of our time together convincing her that she’ll be okay without him and that a real man that loved his family wouldn’t hurt them. When a real man loves his family, he does everything in his power to protect them. Like Styx . . . The son that she raised. She deserves so much more than...
It’s the first time that I’ve called off, and I honestly don’t regret it. Dax has worked my ass off over the last week and I deserve a little time off, dammit. I want my time with Alex, especially since it could be ending soon. Alex will always come first to me and I don’t care what anyone says. ...
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It’s now almost four p.m. and he still hasn’t returned. I’m trying my best not to worry, but I can’t help it. When I care about someone I worry. It’s natural. I’m about to walk to my car and get in when I see Alex digging around in the back of his truck. I don’t have to be...
I’ve been staring at it off and on for the last hour, trying to decide if I want to open it. When Tori and I got done with the Anderson Wedding, I made a quick stop by the mailbox to grab the mail on the way back up. Everything was bills and junk mail, everything except this . . . this stupid, fa...