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232 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 14, 2013

Can love come from pain?
"That's a good girl." He leaned down, whispering into my ear. "I'm sorry about this. I really am. You’re too good."
“Don’t you see how fucked up this is? That you beat up those guys for…for…” Here my courage deserted me. “For what you did,” I finish lamely.
I cried for having stayed with my mother too long, not knowing what a normal life would have been like. I cried for finally summoning the strength to leave, only to have all her worst fears prove true. Most of all, I cried because I felt relief to have been captured.

I was an animal bred in captivity, unprepared for the harshness of the wild.



"Maybe I'll let you go? Not gonna happen. You're mine. I caught you, and I'm not giving you back."

"Like Alice, I had stepped through the looking glass into a whole new world, foreign and sinister."

"This hadn't been on the calender. Appease kidnapper with butt sex hadn't been on my life plan, but then I'd never really had a plan. That had been the point. I had wanted to wander, to flit, and I'd flown right into a spider's web."

"He was my ship in a tempestuous sea. I was the talisman he kissed before a storm. Even distracted and discontent, he always kept me close."

"I didn't know him at all, but he had touched the deepest part of me and in my own way, I had touched the deepest part of him too."

"He was the god of thunder, retreating from the world that had rejected him. I was the maiden he'd caught going over the edge, who he'd secreted away in his lair beneath the falls."
"I was a caterpillar, my many limbs held tight against my body, wrapped up in a cocoon. He paved the way, eased me from a small and ugly life to a beautiful one. The transition had been painful at times, but never more than it would be to leave him.
But that was the path of a butterfly - to fly away from the one who made her."
Wanderlust is a dark erotic novel which explores dubious consent, captivity, and power play. Not intended for those uncomfortable with the subject matter or under eighteen.


“I knew full well how wrong it was, and I did it anyway. And the most fucked up part about it all is that I still don’t regret it. No remorse. Really fucking crazy, right?”

“Well, now you do, sunshine. And you know what else? I think you’re more adventurous than you let on. You’ve been sheltered, that much is clear. Well , you’re going to expand your horizons with me.”





Like Alice, I had stepped through the looking glass into a whole new world, foreign and sinister.

I was a caterpillar, my many limbs held tight to my body, wrapped up in a cocoon. He paved the way, eased me from a small and ugly life to a beautiful one. The transition had been painful at times, but never more than it would be to leave him. But that was the path of a butterfly—to fly away from the one who had made her.
“I had a home. For twenty years I was trapped inside one. Now I want to roam. With you.”
“I’ll never be the kind of man who can be gentle with you, Evie. Not like you deserve.”
“I’m not the kind of girl who needs gentle. You aren’t the only fucked-up person here, you know.”
“You shouldn’t talk like that,” he said mildly.
“And I was broken long before we even met.”
“You’re not broken... I love the way you are. The way you’re terrified but do it anyway. The way you stand up to me when you shouldn’t.”
All I wanted was to be with Hunter wherever his rig should take us. Across the country, around the world.
Like chasing rainbows and capturing each one in the smile it gave us.


“You’re mine. I caught you, and I’m not giving you back”
“He was my ship in a tempestuous sea. I was the talisman he kissed before a storm”
“There was a strange but addictive magic to sex. It tied a thin string from his soul to mine with everything joining…”
AMAZON

I shook my head—no, no. I didn’t want him to be angry.
"That's right. It will be okay. You let boyfriend number one touch your tits. You let non-boyfriend number two fuck your cunt. Now you're going to let the dangerous stranger you met on a road trip tie you up and fuck you.



I had wanted to wander, to flit, and I’d flown right into a spider’s web.
Maybe we were all held captive by something.
He wanted to be this way, crazy and mean and awful. But he wasn’t really. It was a struggle for him as much as I had struggled to be a good little girl in that house. A role we had to fill to keep someone else happy.
He was the god of thunder, retreating from the world that had rejected him. I was the maiden he'd caught going over the edge, who he'd secreted away in his lair beneath the falls.
He was my ship in a tempestuous sea. I was the talisman he kissed before a storm. Even distracted and discontent, he always kept me close.


