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347 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 10, 2014

A woman hiding from her past, a man lost in his own…


Anger gave him a sense of control and power that had once been missing from his life. People always assumed when a person was broken they didn't realize they were broken. It wasn't at all true. He knew it well. He saw it in himself, yet he would do nothing to stop it because he didn't know how to function without his defects. They kept him sane and grounded. That was just a fact of life for him.

He'd lived his life as though his past didn't exist, yet oddly, his past had consumed him. But now, it didn't - it wasn't, and strangely, what had happened so many years ago was closer to the surface than ever before. She had something to do with that, and he needed to hold onto her, even if he hadn't a clue how to do that.
I'm going to eat your pussy." His tongue flicked the lobe of her ear. "Then I'm going to eat your ass."
She shuddered...
"Then I'm going to watch you suck my dick. Then I'm going to fuck your ass, and I'm not going to stop until I've come inside you. Do you understand?"




You have to put some faith in me now, baby. I love you, and our future is in jeopardy if you can't do this.
"Are you going to stop me this time? Why did you last time"
"I don't know."
"Yes, you do. Was it because you wanted a different man?"
"No."
"Is it because you didn't want me?"
"No. "
"Was it because you we angry with me?"
"No. "
"Was it because you were afraid of me?"
"Yes."
Eli Hunter … she liked his name, but as near as she could tell, that was all there was to like.


”Since when have ou been such a nice guy?”
“Since I realized I wasn’t gong to get very far with you if I couldn’t figure out how to stop being a dick all the time.”

She smiled … She’d made him better.











“After we make love, I’m going to take you home with me and run us a hot bath. I’m going to keep you all weekend, and I’m going to keep fucking you.” He was kissing her neck, lifting her hair as he moved around the back, sucking gentle kisses along the nape. “And come Monday morning.” Kiss. “You’re going to be exhausted.” Another kiss. “I’m going to be exhausted.” A nip on the top of her shoulder. “And you’re never going to want to let me go.”
“Tell me about it. With all these geriatric folk shagging each other someone’s going to break a hip.”





