They say those who smile the brightest hide behind the darkest pasts.
From USA Today Bestselling Author Shey Stahl comes a story about finding yourself through an emotionally packed coming-of-age novel of lies and betrayal.
Barrette Blake has virtually no memory of the night her world changed forever. With the unwavering support of her best friend, she tries to piece together her life and her foggy memories of that night. She’s focused and resilient, but on the inside, she’s losing hope she’ll ever be whole again.
Asa Lawson has it all together—on the field that is. He dominates the college football scene, but his life is messy. He’s in love with the girl who can’t love herself after everything that’s happened to her. While everything around him is spiraling out of control and threatens to come crashing down completely, the truth about the night that destroyed his childhood friend is revealed.
She’s hiding from the night she doesn’t remember.
And he’s going to show her she’s worth the risk.
She’s consumed by despair.
He won’t let her give up.
Burn
“We’re everything we can’t control. Her desire, my fire. Together we burn.”
“Not that I’m complaining,” he whispers in my ear with a voice made for whispering and earlobe tickles. “But why’d you sit on my lap?”
Is he flirting with me or making fun of me? I can’t tell.
With him closer, I can now smell him, and he smells so manly. Like matches and whiskey and he’s cuddly, like a bear and I want him to maul me.
“I’m making my ex jealous,” I confess, and then blink rapidly, waiting on his response.
There’s no sense in starting this off with a lie. Might as well be perfectly honest up front.
Shifting on his lap, I press my knees together, mostly because I need to close my legs before I take his hand and shove it somewhere it shouldn’t be just yet.
Carefully considering my confession, he then nods, as though he’s okay with that being the reason. “Okay, fair enough.” He’s still whispering, and I never ever want him to stop. “How far are we talking?”
I stare into his eyes framed by the darkest eyelashes I’ve ever seen. His eyes are green. Like pretty evergreen tree green. “No clue,” I finally say. I’m too mesmerized by his beauty to say much else, and the cut lip with the dried blood only adds to his appeal. I like a man who’s not afraid to defend himself.
Bad Blood
All I’ve ever wanted was to shield one girl from the harshness of a world that only knew darkness.
I gave her my name and a promise to keep her safe.
Only that promise is hard to keep when all I’ve ever known is violence.
As a Navy SEAL sniper, all I have ever done is protect, serve and honor my country.
Some would say I’m the most dangerous man they’ve ever met.
Haunted by my dark past, I would agree with that assessment but they have no idea the cold-blooded man they’ve now created. They drew a line in blood when they went after my wife.
So this is my revenge.
They will pay for what they’ve done, even if it means bringing down everyone in my vengeance.
Weighted by a vice that won’t let up, I’ve thrown myself into finding them and I’m certain nothing will keep me from doing so.
They say there’s nothing more dangerous than a man who has nothing left to lose and I would have to agree with that.
When my time comes, I will answer for my sins, but so will they.
Roan
He’s the king of the freestyle world. The hottest, hell-raising guy to ever throw a leg over a dirt bike… and I was his before I was old enough to realize what it meant to be tied to a guy like Roan Sawyer.
He protected me and saved me, only to turn me away when I wanted him the most.
Behind the helmet, he’s gorgeous, rugged, obsessive, and a liar. Now his reckless ways have me questioning everything I thought I knew about him and my family. And here I am, trying to move on with my life, but he won’t let me.
Consumed by a haunting ache only he provides, I want him, even though I hate him. Our love is wide-open, full-throttle, red-lined ’til the very end.
They say behind every king is a queen who he will do anything for. This queen… she’s innocent, sweet, and I’m nothing she needs. Everything I know about Ophelia Hadley is a lie I fed to keep her mine, only to be betrayed and deceived.
She deserves stability, and me, well, I’m not that. I can’t promise her tomorrow. She knows that, but it doesn’t stop me from taking back what’s mine.
Even if it means destroying everything I’ve worked for in the process.
Happy Hour
Between revving engines, smoking tires, and high speeds, two friends form a vital bond in the shadows of the blaring spotlight.
Sway Reins, a track owner’s only daughter, and Jameson Riley, a gritty NASCAR rookie driver, have been friends since they were kids.
Over the years, Sway becomes his safety shield during his rapid rise to the elite levels of auto racing. A night of celebrating a victory leaves Sway believing that she can convince Jameson to fall in love with her. Soon she becomes determined to be more than just a pit lizard trolling the pits.
Little does she know that this steadfast racer has his own idea of revelry.As their passion revs, the inner workings of an internal combustion engine have never been so erotic.
Just a taste turns into a thirst neither of them saw coming.
Can she convince this rookie he can have love and his dream?
Warning: This book contains adult content.
Everlasting Light
I knew of Beau Ryland long before he was seducing women all over the world with that sexy rasp. I’ll admit, I was obsessed with him. When I met him alongside the red clay banks of that Alabama lake, I literally stumbled into his arms. He smiled, and I was bright red with embarrassment but it was enough.
For one weekend that summer, we were carefree and lost under the southern stars. He showed me there was more to him than a country singer with a reputation. The Beau Ryland I got to know wasn’t anything like the image he created. And as he whispered against my sunburnt skin, a promise of forever, I believed him.
Just when I thought we had our happy ever after, a devastating loss tore us apart. His promise of forever couldn’t take away my pain and now all I’m left with is the familiar rasp of his voice over the radio. I’m afraid to let go, and he won’t let me.
When I think I’ve moved on, his number one single hits the top of the charts and I’m reminded of a love we used to have. I don’t want his voice to be one I used to know, but I couldn’t hold him back when we were worlds apart. I wanted the whispered promises of forever, his breath teasing my skin. The last thing we need is more heartache, but is that enough to be everlasting?
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