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11 pages, Audible Audio
First published December 3, 2014
“Wes and Faith.
Faith and Wes.
We were doomed from the start. A lost cause. A losing battle.
And yet, in that narrow instant, I didn't give a single fuck.”
“When it came to loving Wes, pleasure and pain were always wrapped up in one. We hurt each other; we healed each other. Screamed and seduced, built and broke each other.
It wasn't a normal kind of love.
It was unsafe. Undeniable. Unhealthy. Unforgettable.
It was a contradiction.”
“Maybe you are right, Red. Maybe I am hateful. Maybe I ruined your life. Maybe I'm the devil, and the worst thing that ever happened to you, and a million other awful things. But did you ever stop to think that even if I am a monster, I might be your soulmate anyway?”





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"... his eyes flashed with a dark emotion I couldn't quite put my finger on.
"...promise in his dark eyes..."
"...his eyes flashing.."
"could almost feel those intense eyes watching my mouth..."
"...his dark eyes warm on mine..."
"His eyes were still too serious as they stared into mine."
"His dark eyes trapped my skittish ones."
There was a buffet table of appetizers on the left where, thankfully, most of the crowd had gathered. A makeshift bar had been set up on the right. I beelined for it, and not five minutes later, I had a complementary glass of cheap, boxed wine clutched tightly in one hand - in the nick of time, too, because a bubbly woman with a brunette bob straight out of the 1950s had just grabbed an electronic megaphone and stepped up onto a stool to address the crowd.
"Good evening, everyone! I'm Linda!" Her voice boomed at such a high decibel, the mic let out a piercing shriek that probably set every dog in a ten-mile radius on high alert. I rubbed at my ringing ears and took a large sip of wine from my plastic glass. It tasted horrible, but I was pretty sure if I drank enough of it, the night might become a fraction more tolerable.
"Sorry, sorry! the woman blathered into the bullhorn. "Still getting the hang of this thing!"
Her amplified giggles made me want to hurl myself into the lake.
When I'd opened my mouth to reveal my name, the cover I'd carefully rehearsed hadn't come out......
So I said Wesley Adams. Wesley. Fucking. Adams. Might as well have blown the whole fucking mission wide open and told her my real name. Hi, I'm Weston Abbott, the CIA operative attempting to infiltrate your life. Wanna grab a coffee?
I was such a fucking idiot. I could've tried to justify it - could've told myself I'd only chosen a name similar to my own because it would be easier to remember....
But that was all bullshit. I'd changed my cover at the last second for one reason only: because when I finally heard Faith Morrissey say my name I didn't want it to be a lie.
★ ★ ★ ★ 1/2 Unconditional Stars

“This wasn’t just our first kiss. It was my first real kiss. Ever.”
“But did you ever stop to think that even if I am a monster… I might still be your soulmate, anyway?”
She was so fucking beautiful it made my entire body ache like I'd taken a heavy beating. Looking at her hurt like a physical blow - one I'd accept happily. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
"You are the person I want to fall asleep with at night and wake up to in the morning, Red. You're the person I want to share myself with-the good, the bad, the ugly." He pushed a tendril of hair behind my ear. "You're the way I want to live my life. The way I want to see the world. My guiding life. My religion... my faith "
"Maybe you're right, Red," I murmured, my mouth against her hair. "Maybe I am hateful. Maybe I ruined your life. Maybe I'm the devil, and the worst thing that ever happened to you, and a million other awful things." I tilted my head so my lips brushed her earlobe, and felt her shudder in response. "But did you ever stop to think that even if I am a monster... I might still be your soul mate, anyway?"


