Author: Willow Winters
in the knees. A former bad boy with a mysterious past. He was made to be in
Hollywood, on the cover of magazines and the star of movies.He’s what dreams are made of … and tabloid gold.
But there’s more to him that he hasn’t told a soul. Even the gossip columns
will never know.
Something that draws me to him unlike anyone has before.
Something that could ruin us both.
He whispers to play along; he promises it will all be alright.
I can’t tell him no, even if I wanted to.
The moment he locked his light blue eyes on me, I was ruined.
I never stood a chance. I only pray our pasts don’t rip us apart.
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motion sends the sweet smell of lavender and something else my way. It’s faint,
but I know it’s her. It’s something sweet and soothing. If I think about her,
even if I see her across the lunch room or in the school parking lot, I swear I
can smell that scent.
does and it looks like I’m actually paying attention.
doesn’t bother me as much when I can watch her. Even if she never looks at me
classroom door as a few more students file through. Adam Waynes is the last in
and his chair screeches across the floor as he crashes into his seat. He’s loud
as fuck and gets all the attention. At the thought, I look to her, to Harlow
May expecting her to be watching the spectacle that would usually piss me off,
but instead those gorgeous blue eyes are on me. She’s quick to look away, again
her fingers flying to her hair and twirling her locks nervously as a bright
pink creeps into her cheeks.
better I made her blush. I did that.
in front of me to leave. I could give it a tug and force her to look back at
me, but I don’t. I stay behind like I have for the last few months and let her
when I look back.
Journal and #1 Contemporary Bestselling Romance Author. She likes her action
hot and her bad boys hotter. She certainly doesn’t hold back on either one in
during her pregnancy with Evie she continued to read and she only wanted to
read romance. She was reading a book a day — sometimes two.
these stories. They came to her constantly so she finally sat down and just
started writing. She always wanted to do it so she figured, why not? Today
Willow cannot be happier for making that decision!