LOGIN“Me?” I asked, a smile playing on my lips. “You already have me.” His response was immediate, like he had been waiting forever to say the words. “Not the way I want. Not the way that matters.” ******** I sat in a bar, determined to drown out every single one of my sorrows after my marriage came to a painful crash, but he strolled in, all seductive smiles and an accent that rippled through me. Theon Murphy, a man made of dark chocolate, velvet kisses, and sin. That one night wasn’t supposed to happen, and I wasn’t supposed to walk into my first day of work to find my one-night lover seeking a care nurse for his grandfather. Me. Now we’re forced into a fake relationship that feels all too real, and every time he kisses me, the world stops and stills like a chaotic painting. When he makes a declaration, expressing his need to love me for real; would I be able to take the tattered fragments of my heart and piece them into something that deserves his love, or would the external forces creeping in on us arrive before I can make up my mind? My Billionaire Rebound is a book wrapped in layers of seduction, indecision and the crippling need to belong to someone trustworthy. Would Alina finally find her happily ever after? Or does fate have one more cruel twist up its sleeve?
View MoreAUTHOR'S POVThe elevator finally comes to a stop at the thirtieth floor, and he offers me a nod just as the doors spill open.“Shall we?”My head moves in an answering nod and I follow him out of the elevator, walking into the penthouse suite of the hotel. If I thought the ground floor of this building was exquisite, then I was gravely mistaken. This place looks like a secret garden on the other side of the clouds.Roses are littered everywhere – red petals dotting the floor, floral arches bringing a softer pink set over our heads, and candles flickering with soft light that adds to the romantic vibe. The arrangement is so elegant that something constricts painfully in my chest.When we get to the bedroom and the final design comes into view, my feet grind to a halt.This is a proposal. The words “Marry Me” are written in designs of red and pink petals.Different varieties of a refusal start to dance around in my skull. This is so out of my field of thought that it makes me cringe. I
AUTHOR'S POVThe elevator finally comes to a stop at the thirtieth floor, and he offers me a nod just as the doors spill open.“Shall we?”My head moves in an answering nod and I follow him out of the elevator, walking into the penthouse suite of the hotel. If I thought the ground floor of this building was exquisite, then I was gravely mistaken. This place looks like a secret garden on the other side of the clouds.Roses are littered everywhere – red petals dotting the floor, floral arches bringing a softer pink set over our heads, and candles flickering with soft light that adds to the romantic vibe. The arrangement is so elegant that something constricts painfully in my chest.When we get to the bedroom and the final design comes into view, my feet grind to a halt.This is a proposal. The words “Marry Me” are written in designs of red and pink petals.Different varieties of a refusal start to dance around in my skull. This is so out of my field of thought that it makes me cringe. I
THEONThe elevator finally comes to a stop at the thirtieth floor, and he offers me a nod just as the doors spill open.“Shall we?”My head moves in an answering nod and I follow him out of the elevator, walking into the penthouse suite of the hotel. If I thought the ground floor of this building was exquisite, then I was gravely mistaken. This place looks like a secret garden on the other side of the clouds.Roses are littered everywhere – red petals dotting the floor, floral arches bringing a softer pink set over our heads, and candles flickering with soft light that adds to the romantic vibe. The arrangement is so elegant that something constricts painfully in my chest.When we get to the bedroom and the final design comes into view, my feet grind to a halt.This is a proposal. The words “Marry Me” are written in designs of red and pink petals.Different varieties of a refusal start to dance around in my skull. This is so out of my field of thought that it makes me cringe. I need m
THEONMy whole world was hazy. I was moving on nothing more than agitation and a fear that was so profound it would completely numb me if I let it. The beeping of machines that connected to Ava made my head pound, a sick feeling twisting my stomach every time I glanced at her – her frail frame, her pale skin. She looked on the brink of something dark.I shook my head to clear the thoughts that were traveling through my mind at the speed of light. One thing was certain, the woman I loved was in the hands of the same psycho who had tried to kill us both the last time we had seen him.Questions swam their way through my kind. How had he gotten to L.A so quickly and… how did he even know where to find them? Didn’t Aaron say he was just granted bail pending trial? How then had he escaped house arrest to…?All thought ground to a quick halt. There was no possible way Bryon could be in L.A, that meant one of two things.He was either bluffing – which really wasn’t his style – or he was pulli
THEONI watched her compartmentalize everything she was feeling to give me the support she believed I needed in this moment, and it made my fury soar even higher. How could Bryon break this level of trust? How could he stoop this low just because...I let the thought trail off, focusing all of my
ALINA Was I the only one suffocating to within an inch of my life? I couldn't be, right? The tension that sat like an adolescent dragon, massive and unrelenting, had to be drawing the air out of everyone else's lungs too.My eyes flickered around the space, and instead of the fear that threatened
ALINATati looked like she had seen a ghost. Her eyes bulged out of their sockets in a cartoon-like way, making me regret saying those words for a second."What? What do..." she trailed off, looking between me and the douchebag she had referred to as Leon.His face was impassive, neither denial or
THEONAlina’s words sat in my head long after the crack of dawn, filling me with a trepidation that I had never before felt. Being a father wasn’t something I was inclined to think about too soon, or at all, if I was being honest with myself.My father hadn’t exactly set the best of examples when i


















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