Terri E. Laine bring a new full-length standalone New Adult Contemporary
Romance. This novel includes mature content, not suitable for younger readers.
Man Whore, Player, Heartbreaker are all familiar names to Ben Rhoades. He
prefers Money Man or Sex God, but he doesn’t let other people’s opinions rule
him. And he’s only gotten worse without his compass, his best friend, whose
devastating death at a young age has taught him a valuable lesson about not
getting too close to anyone … ever. Until one smart and stubborn woman with
eye-catching curves throws him for a loop and refuses to be tamed.
Calhoun has her life on track even after the shattering break-up with the guy
she’d thought she’d wanted to marry. With her chin held high, she focuses on
her career, building her business and making a success of it all. Only a chance
meeting has her lost in a set of alluring steel gray eyes that have her steps
faltering and her heart leaping out of her chest. Forewarned by
not-so-flattering rumors plus his no-holds-bar rules, she tries desperately to
play his game while guarding her heart.
the journey they’re about to undertake when their lives collide. Ultimately
they’ll tackle the biggest test of their lives because she is his game changer.
The one, who through the ensuing wreckage, can domesticate the mess of a man
that he is.
There is finality to the sound of the door
closing behind her. A sort of tormenting peace knowing the end has come. It’s
not like I should have expected things to go on this way for long. How could
I stare holes in the walls as if I can still see
her, the one woman I let in.
Sweeter than peach cobbler, she hardly has a
bad thing to say about anybody—until now. Her parting description of me,
beginning with ass and ending with hole, reverberates through my hollow heart,
as I stand here rooted to my spot. I’m not even shocked, as this isn’t the
first time I’ve been on the receiving end of that sentiment. I’m only surprised
because I don’t think I’ve ever heard her so much as mutter a single curse word
before. And the first time I do, it’s aimed squarely at me.
My hands tighten around a tumbler filled with
amber liquid before I toss back its contents hoping for oblivion or something
close to it. This road is so familiar. Only this time is different. I never
cared like I do now. She means more to me than a quick fuck. Hadn’t I been
about to tell her just that? How could things have gone wrong so fast?
Don’t be a dumbass. You can still fix this.
Instead, I stubbornly stay embedded to my
spot because nothing can change the outcome. It’s a truth she and I know will
haunt me until my last breath. And it’s created a wall between us I’m unable to
climb … even if you gave me a damn ladder.
I’ve never been much of a risk-taker when it
comes to matters of the heart. I can fill a bank account with a number having
many zeros behind it from my astute choices in the market. But I can’t be a man
a woman stays with. Hadn’t I warned her about that too?
Unable to see past my own shitty existence, I
long for her to come back. I want to believe it’s all been some kind of mistake
and I can forget what I know to be true. As the seconds continue to tick by,
the inevitability that things are really over sinks in. My window of
opportunity quickly closes as fast as her car door slams and the engine fires
She’s so close, yet miles away. The longer I
let the minutes expand between us I know distance won’t make the heart grow
fonder. But maybe it’s for the best. Love, or whatever masquerades as it, just
isn’t enough for the dirty, fucked up truth. Right when things were better than
I ever expected, facts messed it up.
Groaning, I launch the crystal glass worth a
small fortune at the door I can’t seem to force myself towards. A beautiful
show of light plays off the shards as they cascade down in an explosion of
fireworks. Visually, it’s what I feel inside as desolation constricts and then
obliterates my chest because the best thing I ever had is gone … leaving me
with only the certainty I’m meant to be with her.
I love you, I whisper for the first time and
in place of goodbye. She left me and will never hear it. I can only pray we
both survive what’s to come.
sales manager, USA Today bestselling author, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life
was on fast forward and if she didn’t do something soon, it would be too late
to write that work of fiction she had been dreaming of her whole life. So she
made a quick decision to quit her job and reinvented herself as a Naughty and
Nice Romance Author.
Reader, Writer, Dark Chocolate Lover, Ice Cream Worshipper, Coffee Drinker
(swears the coffee, chocolate, and ice cream should be added as part of the
USDA food groups), Lover of Grey Goose (and an extra dirty martini), #WalterThePuppy
Lover, and if you’re ever around her for more than five minutes, you’ll find
out she’s a non-stop talker.
E. Laine, USA Today bestselling author, left a lucrative career as a CPA to
pursue her love for writing. Outside of her roles as a wife and mother of
three, she’s always been a dreamer and as such became an avid reader at a young
her early years, she and her best friend would tell each other stories over the
phone when they were bored. They called them their “soap operas” and
generally revolved around whatever boy they liked at the time.
years later, she got a crazy idea to write a novel and set out to try to
publish it. With over a dozen titles published under various pen names, the
rest is history. Her journey has been a blessing, and a dream realized. She
looks forward to many more memories to come.