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542 pages, Kindle Edition
Published July 21, 2017




Once upon a time there were two cousins:
one golden like the sun,
one dark like midnight,
one a protector,
one a predator,
one a Woodsman
and
one a Wolf…
both owning equal,
but different,
parts of a little girl’s heart.



She envisioned them like two halves of the same coin that she held carefully in the palm of her hand.
She loved them both desperately.
Choose?
No, her heart protested. Impossible.
“What if I can’t?” she whispered, leaning back and resting her head on her grandmother’s comforting shoulder.
“Then you’ll lose them both”.
It does no good to stake a claim on someone’s heart. Unless they give it to you, it isn’t yours to take. All you can do is share your heart and hope she wants it. All you can do is offer it and hope she takes it. All you can do is love her and hope to God she finds a way to love you back.
“You can have this heart to break,” he said softly, devoutly, surrendering everything to her – his dignity, his control, his very soul – “if there’s even the smallest chance you might want it someday. Because here is what I know: even if you can’t ever give me yours, mine already belongs to you.”
“I love you,” he said in a gravelly whisper ... “I’ve loved you for so long, I don’t know how to stop.”
“We were two cousins in love with the same girl.”
“He was uncouth, bad mannered, irreverent, impertinent, and irresponsible, with a mouth like a sailor before he’d become a sailor, and a dick that had seen so much indiscriminate action, it’s a wonder it still worked.”
“Because the golden boy, the fair-haired son, the prince, was supposed to win the princess. Not the villain. Not the devil. The prince, damn it. And yet, no matter how much he tried to be everything she wanted, it was Cain who owned her heart. Woodman was her second choice, though he longed, with every fiber of his being, to be her first.”
“It doesn’t make one of us a villain and one of us a hero. You can’t help who you love. But someone’s heart was goin’ to break.”
“Because you weren’t my girl.”
“I was. I wanted to be.”
