It’s all gone to shit.
I hate where I am but I’m so lost with absolutely no idea where to go from here. I f*cked it all up royally.
You would think I had learned from my past, but no, my past slams back to haunt me at every turn and I’ve failed again.
I tried, I really did but I know I f*cked up because of my stupid wild side, craving sinful pleasures that I should never have started.
But out of all the things that have gone wrong, there is one thing I can put right.
And I’m going to.
It’s time to be the man I should have been from the beginning. I don’t want to live with these secrets hanging over me, but just how much do I reveal to keep the woman I love?
Sometimes the truth isn’t pretty and my secrets definitely aren’t.
I knew it was too good to be true.
He was a player, a man-whore through and through and leopards don’t change their spots, do they?
What is he trying to hide? His evasive behaviour is a dead giveaway that he’s not telling me the truth.
Then, just when I think I know what I’m going to do, I get the shock of my life when I see Connor out with a person I never even knew existed.
Was our whole relationship built on secrets? After what I stumbled across and then what I saw, I wonder how much Connor has been keeping from me.
Left with no choice, I have to confront him. I need answers and I deserve answers and I will not leave until I have them this time.
The question is, does he love me enough to reveal the truth?
More importantly, will I survive it if he does?
DARE TO REVEAL is the conclusion to Connor and Karina’s story.
BOOKS IN THIS SERIES
DARE TO WIN
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DARE TO CHANGE
MEET THE AUTHORS
I like the feeling a good book gives me. I like to feel emotionally attached to the characters, I want to live their lives, I want to worry about them, laugh with them, cry with them, celebrate their achievements with them, love them, hate them, but most importantly, I want to feel something, anything.
I hope you enjoy my writing style and come away from my books feeling something!
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I mean come on, who the heck really needs to ‘bond’ with Bond eh when you can dream up a whole cast of hot, muscled, sun-kissed, drop dead gorgeous males! When you can have men that all fall at your feet, worship your creative mind… lust after your curves and swoon at your utter gorgeousness… Yeah, that doesn’t happen either, well not on the scale you’re imagining anyway, wink-wink.
So, this is me, armed and dangerous, my mind honed and poised and ready with enough ammo to bring a horde of sexy mayhem. The stories in my head are finally being let loose. I apologise in advance for any loss of control, hernias or sheer frustration caused as a result of my imagination. Any legal action, (which would be completely unwarranted), should be taken up with the person who was the Bond Girl dream wrecker, in other words, it really isn’t my fault so my conscience is clear. 😉
Finally shutting up (yes me) and leaving you with a more serious thought, please sit back, relax and enjoy my over-indulgent brain cells as they go into over-drive to bring you some British shenanigans, done the Phoebe Parkes way. Enjoy 🙂