Traumatized, mentally drained, and disillusioned about relationships, Holly Banks flees from her life in Maine. She finds herself in Virginia Beach, hiding amongst everyone, a hermit of her own making. When a series of events leads to her meeting Alexander Harris, her heart is not ready to take the leap. But while their love deepens, the darkness that threatens Holly’s life grows near. With danger lurking on the horizon, can Holly show Alexander what it means to truly love before it’s too late?

Love has burned Alexander Harris in the past, and he’s not looking for it again. When he meets Holly Banks, life begins to take on a whole new meaning. But will he lose her to the evil from her past before they even get a chance to begin something special?

Publisher’s Note: This dark, steamy romance contains graphic scenes. Please don’t read if this is a trigger for you.

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Excerpt

Alexander pushes me against the wall. My breasts flush, and my head tilts to the side. I want this, him, deep inside me. We have no time for foreplay, but Alexander doesn’t care. He pulls the bodice down on my dress and pinches my erect nipples. He isn’t gentle, but over the years, we’ve learned that I don’t need gentle. While one hand is fondling my chest, the other flips my wedding dress up in the air. I can feel the train getting tangled in my hair, but I don’t care. I want him raw and dirty. Alexander pulls away from me, and my body feels the loss of his instantly.

Smack!

I jolt from the unexpected hit to my bottom, wiggling backward for more.

“My dirty girl likes that, yeah?” His husky voice filters in. I shake my head yes and spread my legs wider. I press myself against the wall as hard as I can, creating friction on my exposed nipples as I do.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

A muffled wail claws out of my throat as I thrust back against him, seeking to be impaled. He tsks and starts spanking me in earnest. I can feel my wetness running down my thighs, dripping onto the carpet.

“Fuck,” Alexander moans harshly. Then he thrusts his cock deep inside me. I gasp, almost choking on the panties in my mouth. I’m so worked up. I keep pushing back against him. Alexander grasps my hips, his large hands digging into my flesh. I know I’ll have some bruises, but I love them. The kind of pleasure/pain he gives me is so different than what I have gotten before.

He speeds up. My moans are loud, and I’m happy he muffles them so no one else can hear.

“This is mine, isn’t it?” He knows the answer, but he still wants to hear me say it.

Of course, I can’t speak, but I still try to. “Yours, all yours,” I’m trying to say around my panties.