How much I loved her. How much I’ve always loved her. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I just wasn’t made that way.
Instead… I claimed her. Teased her. Taunted her. Worshipped her. Until… I broke her.
My best friend. My savior. My girl.
From my mind to my heart, to every single bone in my body. She owned me. I was hers.
Every look. Every kiss. Every touch. Every tear.
It was always her.
The only thing I feared more than losing her was forgetting her. I hated how much I needed her.
She was mine. Always and forever.
I hated her then.
But Harley Jameson was about to find out how much…
I LOVED her now.
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If I thought I had a book hangover from “Hate You Then” the first book in this Duet, it was nothing to the feels and emotions I felt in this one. The first book was setting the tone for the anguish and what is really going on in this part of Jackson and Harleys journey, and it makes me love them even more on so many different levels.
I love how there is so much more depth in this story and the twist and turns keep coming and they do make it an amazing read.
There is so much I want to talk about, but if I do I feel I will give away everything and anything…. Uhg!
I Will say that I love how this details how past mistakes from childhood can come back and rear their ugly head. It also shows really how people do grow up and change, priorities are different as you grow and you really see what is important in life.
I love this book, and I love that it is true love, soul mates and just an amazing Story for everyone to read!
watched with amusement as his footsteps faltered and then stuttered to a stop.
The bewilderment on his face when he turned to her brought a giggle to the
“Seriously? You expect me to sleep in . . . on . . . that?” With
great reluctance, he turned back and gestured toward the offending item in
She twirled past him and hooked an arm around one of the four
interwoven, antique iron posts shaped in the form of tree trunks supporting the
intricate metal canopy above. She flung her other arm open to indicate her
extremely feminine bedroom and whimsical bed, and breezed out, “Welcome to my
She sat down on the white-on-white jacquard bedspread and patted
the space next to her. “Despite its fragile appearance, my bed is sturdy, very
comfortable, and extra-large, so never fear, you will fit.” She flung her torso
back onto the bed, arms stretched above her head, her eyes following the leafy
pattern above. “I found it in a darling
shop in the South of France five years ago and just had to have it.” Her laugh was light and tinkling, as whimsical as
her quirky antique bed.
Aidan’s large presence loomed over her. He supported his weight
on extended arms, dipping the mattress beneath her shoulders. Her legs,
dangling off the edge of the bed, were pinned between his, and his upper body
hovered over hers. Her eyes, sparkling with amusement, met his oh-so-serious
“It better not find its way to Texas,” he drawled in warning.
Her grin widened. “And if it does? Whatcha gonna do, cowboy?”
“Tie you to those posts with one of the scarves you seem to favor
and have my wicked way with you.”
Cecelia’s belly fluttered at the promise of his words, and her
brows lifted in response. “In that case, it would behoove me to ensure it finds
its way to Texas,” she replied huskily.
eyes widened as her meaning — and what he’d said — sank in. He’d spoken without
thought. He groaned as a dull flush crept up his face, and he made a move to
straighten. “You scramble my brains.”
Her arms found their way to his neck, stopping his retreat. “I
rather like your brains scrambled,” she murmured. Her exploring fingers spread
over the shorn hair at his nape, and she tugged him closer, her laughter fading
as desire replaced amusement.
“I have many scarves,” Cecelia whispered as his lips hovered over
hers, their breaths mingling.
His body lowered as his elbows bent in answer to her pull. He
tugged her lower lip between his teeth, eliciting a moan from her, scattering
His teeth released their hold, lips moving
closer to her ear. “Does bein’ tied to your bed tickle your fancy, Lily?” he
whispered, his lips continuing to kiss a path across her hairline. She’d the
power to unleash a racy side in him he’d never known existed.
She moaned, angling her head just so to expose more of her neck.
Being a clever man, he followed her invitation, leaving her breathless in the
wake of his lips. “You have no idea . . . how tickled my . . . fancy is right
He sank lower, eliminating the little space between them. He
asserted extra pressure — perfect pressure — aligning all the right body parts.
“I think I might’ve some idea, sweetheart,” he said hoarsely, “as I am in the
They both moaned. He lifted his head and repositioned his lips on
hers. The tip of his tongue sought entry, and she gladly opened to him. An
intimate duel ensued, fueling the fire building between them.
“Oh, Lily, I love your bed! It’s sick!” The loud shriek was
vicious in its untimely interruption.
Aidan stilled. Groaning, he pushed himself upright, his movement
sluggish and reluctant. His gaze embraced the gorgeous woman, still spread out
on the bed, one arm flung above her head, her chest heaving in rapid movement.
She was breathless and undone. Because of him.
His plan had been to keep his physical distance from her for a
while. To get to know her a bit better — build a relationship — before becoming intimate. He raked his hand across his face. It was
going to be harder than he’d anticipated.
Tearing his eyes from the alluring image, he focused on his
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First comes marriage, then comes…love? Divorce? Let’s pretend this never happened …
They say opposites attract and that couldn’t be truer when it comes to CeCe and Shep. But what happens when the two most anti-marriage people in the French Quarter start enjoying the act?
I never planned on getting married. After my dad deserted my family the day before my tenth birthday, and I watched my mother fall to pieces over him, I decided it wasn’t worth the heartache. Then Shepard Rhys-Jones, who ghosted me two years ago, declares he needs to marry someone to claim his inheritance, and I drunkenly offer myself up as his wife.
He was the best I’ve ever had and now, he’s all mine… but only for the next year.
I never planned on getting married. It was one business transaction I had no desire to close. Yet, here I am… sitting in a bar in New Orleans… seriously considering making CeCe Calhoun my wife. If we can manage to stay married for a year, I’ll be one hundred million dollars richer and finally have the freedom to forge my own path, separate from the Rhys-Jones name.
She’s the only woman I’ve struggled to forget, and she’s finally mine. For now.
Is it possible for this fake marriage to be real?
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Shep was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and the world at his feet. Cece has had to work hard for everything and anything in her life. Yet they both have such a skewed vision on weddings and marriage. They are very much the opposites in every social sense, but emotionally they were on the same level, and they didn’t even know it.
I love how they are together and how this plan was hatched, it was a bit harder for me to really get into it but only because I have been reading a lot of instant love books and this was a slow burn that took its time for the emotions to catch up to the physical. And there is a lot of physical there that leave you semi fanning your face, (Not Safe To Read At Work! LOL)
They have a great mutual friend group that adds so much to their story without taking away from it. I did feel that the book itself was slow to start, mainly on the emotional level, and it was dragged out longer than needed in certain aspects but skipped over others that didn’t really get an answer. Then it also felt very rushed out at the end, and even the epilogue didn’t really wrap up many of the unanswered questions I had… Not that they were really important, but it felt a little un finished.
Our relationship starts as a game. I sneak into his bar underage. He kicks me out. Repeat.
Maliki Bridges is the town’s hottest bar owner. He thinks I’m the mayor’s troublesome daughter. I think he has a stick up his a**.
Once I turn twenty-one, we become friends. Nothing more …
Until my world is turned upside down, and he offers me his guest bedroom. It’s a bad idea, moving in with him, but any opportunity I get to be around him I’ll take. Consequences be damned.
Becoming roommates is the riskiest game we’ve ever played.
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Sierra is one of my top favorite Female leads, but some of her thought processes annoy me to no end. Maliki is the strong stoic brooding type that is my weakness!!
This is my very first Charity Ferrell book, that’s right I just jumped in the middle of a series! It is how I roll these days it seems.
The banter between Maliki and Sierra is amazing and comical! How they became to be friends is a unique story that really does reflect on how their relationship and friendship runs its course. This slow Burn frenemies to Lovers is just to sweet to not share to everyone out there.