I came home to Reverence to start over, not to cozy up to Chelsea F*cking Taylor. Again.
My brother’s ex should have been off-limits, but she wasn’t. Not when we were teens. Not when I married her. And definitely not now.
I thought after I walked away from her in Vegas we were done. I was wrong. This time my brother isn’t getting in the way of what I want. I’m going to fight for her, fight for us.
The girl f*cking loves me, she just doesn’t know it yet.
Friends, lovers, enemies, and now…
To say our relationship is complicated would be an understatement.
Damaged, demanding, a verifiable prick, Mace Hadley is my biggest mistake, but that didn’t stop the former marine from getting back into my panties the night he arrived home.
It was supposed to be one last screw you. Except he’s in my face each chance he gets, between my legs at every opportunity.
I’m not sure how long I can fight him when I still haven’t gotten over him. But I’ll go down swinging.
If I give him my heart and he leaves me behind again, it’ll break me. But that’s not the worst part.
I’m having the cocky f@#cker’s baby.
Misti Murphy is a sadistic b*tch who loves to emotionally torture fictional people. If she did that in real life she’d probably end up in prison or a psych ward so she prefers to create dirty talking alphas and the sexually frustrated women who fall into their beds. And if someone needs to be smacked upside the head before f*cking turns to love then that makes her very happy indeed.
She’s a huge believer in flaws making us human, and that not everyone likes bacon. She’s also addicted to chocolate and scared of the effects of the coming shortage. She swears like a f*cking trooper, and thinks that graphic smuttiness should be as real in fiction as it is in real life.
When she’s not writing she’s the perfect housewife and mother. Ha bloody ha! When she’s not writing she’s hiding in a cupboard with her kindle, scoffing chocolate, and stalking facebook.