I'm Holly. I wear pencil skirts, heels, and never have a
hair out of place. Well, that was until I met Tristan Holt. Now, my hair is
always a freakin' wreck, whether it's due to being on the back of his
motorcycle, or because he's pullin it. He's a dominant one. Either way, he's
changed me, helped me to step outside of my comfort zone.
He's also a player, bad boy type who runs his own MMA gym on the outskirts of Tryon. His very own fight club, if you will. I wonder if there are rules there like in the movie. It's probably not that cool.
The man infuriates me, sets my blood to boil. I let him worm his way into my thoughts and my heart like a stupid, stupid little girl. Even worse? I can tell he is falling for me. That is, until he finds out about my secret.
Now, in my defense, I didn't even know it was as bad as it is until all of the horrifying pieces are put together.
My father continues to ruin my life one effing blow after another from the comfort of his very own jail cell. Oh yeah, I didn't tell you that he murdered a woman, did I? Well, watch how that blows up in my face.
***Warning*** This book is intended for adults 18 years and older. Descriptive sexual content and language.***
He's also a player, bad boy type who runs his own MMA gym on the outskirts of Tryon. His very own fight club, if you will. I wonder if there are rules there like in the movie. It's probably not that cool.
The man infuriates me, sets my blood to boil. I let him worm his way into my thoughts and my heart like a stupid, stupid little girl. Even worse? I can tell he is falling for me. That is, until he finds out about my secret.
Now, in my defense, I didn't even know it was as bad as it is until all of the horrifying pieces are put together.
My father continues to ruin my life one effing blow after another from the comfort of his very own jail cell. Oh yeah, I didn't tell you that he murdered a woman, did I? Well, watch how that blows up in my face.
***Warning*** This book is intended for adults 18 years and older. Descriptive sexual content and language.***
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Excerpt
Before I knew it, I found myself pinned to the wall holding
my breath, covering my mouth so that I didn’t scream at the top of my lungs.
Asshole.
The leggy blonde who I will now refer to as Giggles, because she giggled
incessantly was well…giggling. Tristan was moaning. How the hell could he go
from me last night to that in there tonight?
I heard the sound of a zipper followed by a male hiss and a female giggle/gasp.
I thought I was going to be sick. My eyes roamed the hall leading to the office
taking in the clothing that was discarded throughout. Then her lacy bra went
sailing through the air in what seemed to be slow motion, like in one of those
Bruce Willis action flicks, landing poetically at my feet.
My mouth watered and I could feel the bile slowly trudging up my throat. I
needed to get the hell out of there and fast.
I squeezed my eyes and covered my ears when she giggled.
Again.
It was time to make my escape. I tilted my head back, opened my eyes looking to
the heavens for guidance and thought, “God are you there? It’s me, Holly.”
Nothing. “No?” Of course not.
“Leave your message after the beep” was more like the response I was used to.
I skirted by the office unnoticed only to be captured by Giggles’ lacy bra that
had tangled itself firmly around my ankle and held on for dear life. I lifted
my leg doing a one legged hop trying to shake it off but the damn thing
wouldn’t give up. It had me in a death grip. I reached down, grabbed the bra,
peeled it from my ankle and slung it behind me as I ran out the back door.
Jen Khan is that very unassuming gal at first sight due to
her quiet nature, but look out when she lets you into her world. Buckle up and
get ready for an adventure. You will find her at a party, or just out and about
with friends sitting in the corner taking a minute to assess her surroundings
and the people in it before she dives in with her quick witt, charm and
slinging her endless supply of sarcasm. She's a mom, aunt, teacher, dancing
puppet to little people, chauffer, walking ATM, and master of all things
domestic. She loves her son, family, friends, wine, giggling, singing out of
tune and dancing like a fool. She has a zest for life that rubs off on everyone
in her presence.
Jen has always been an aspiring writer/author. She woke up one morning realizing that it was time to make it happen. She is a teacher by trade which allowed her to put her skills to use. You will find adventure, suspense and always romance in her books.
Jen lives inNorthern Virginia with her son. When she
needs a break from the daily chaos of her life, you can most likely find her
going out for a run, on her treadmill or with her beloved Kindle in hand.
Jen has always been an aspiring writer/author. She woke up one morning realizing that it was time to make it happen. She is a teacher by trade which allowed her to put her skills to use. You will find adventure, suspense and always romance in her books.
Jen lives in
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