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319 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 19, 2016





“I would never beg anyone for anythin’ again. Not ever again.”


“Now I knew that being on your knees didn’t have to mean groveling, it could also mean worship.”

I needed to break her like she’d broken me and finally be rid of her. The love I had felt for her was false, based on lies. And if the love was false, the hate was false, too. I would ruin her, humiliate her, and then there’d be nothing left except peace.As a teenager, Brogan Ramsay’s life was turned upside down in the worst way possible. All because he loved and trusted a girl he shouldn’t have. Lydia. Years later, Lydia’s life is in shambles and Brogan is out to take advantage of that. The only problem- as much as they want to deny it, both have not only strong attraction for one another, but strong feelings.





Forgiveness isn't an emotion. Forgiveness is a choice. And sometimes it's one you have to choose again and again.


She was everything soft and beautiful and feminine, and she made me want in a way I both loved and hated.
I hated them-hated the whole lot of them. And now they'd pay. And I'd enjoy every minute of it. I wouldn't allow anything else.



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"There is such a thin veil between love and hate."










I would ruin her, humiliate her, and then there'd be nothing left except peace.
Maybe I needed him. And maybe that was another reason I was so damned scared. Because I had a feeling needing Brogan Ramsay again was going to ultimately break my heart.
I was buried inside Lydia and even now, I wanted more of her. I always had.



Maybe with love...with truth...with forgiveness, anything is possible.






“There is such a thin veil between love and hate.”
“I would never beg anyone for anythin’ again. Not ever again.”
“I hated them—hated the whole lot of them. And now they’d pay. And I’d enjoy every minute of it. I wouldn’t allow anything less.”
“She has been the only person to every really see me.”
“I love you. That’s my truth. It’s always been my truth.”


❝ Yes, Lydia was a princess, but when she smiled at me, my heart did somersaults in my chest. When she laughed, it sounded like the sweetest music, soft and pitched in a way that was nothing except pleasing to my ears ... She was everything soft and beautiful and feminine, and she made me want in a way I both loved and hated. And despite her princess status, she never looked at me in the way her friends did.❞
❝ I imagined how you might taste, how your skin might smell--like boy sweat and grass.❞
❝ I promised I'd never beg again, never be brought to my knees.❞
❝ I would ruin her, humiliate her, and then there'd be nothing left except peace.❞
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“There is such a thin veil between love and hate.”
“Also, son, if ya find yourself in love with a woman, on your knees is a rather beguilin’ place to be.”
“Doesn’t Brogan realize that he got back at everyone who ever wronged him simply with the way he lives his life?”
“No, he hasn’t quite made it there…”
“The love I had felt for her was false, based on lies. And if the love was false, the hate was false, too. I would ruin her, humiliate her, and then there’d be nothing left except peace. She had ever really known me.”
“Or maybe we were all villains sometimes, each one of us. Maybe the thing that determined how quickly we became heroes was the grace we were extended, not only by others, but by ourselves.”
“…no more keeping track of wrongs. Love doesn’t keep a tally. Love doesn’t seek to punish…”
“May ya never lie, steal, cheat, or drink. But if ya must lie, lie in each other’s arms. If ya must steal, steal kisses. If ya must cheat, cheat death. And if ya must drink, drink with us, your friends. To me friends!” He started to bring his glass to his lips and added, “And ya, too, Courtney.”
“What would Fionn do?”
“We’ll destroy each other. Again. You know we will.”
“Then let’s destroy each other properly this time.”
