Memories of A First Love

The rusted hinges of the attic door scream in protest when I push my way inside. Dust motes dance in the thin beam of moonlight cutting through the small square window. The ceiling slopes downward at a sharp angle. I have to drop my chin to my ch

Continuez à lire ce livre gratuitement

Scanner le code pour télécharger l'application

Previous Chapter Next Chapter

Chapitre verrouillé

Dernier chapitre

• Sweet Abomination    Palms and Eyes

  BELLETires squeal softly against wet concrete as our SUV pulls up to the curb in front of a massive skyscraper made of dark gray stone and tinted glass. The building towers so high into the overcast sky that the top floors disappear into the low winter clouds. I press my nose near the cold passenger window and crane my neck all the way back, unable to see the roof from my seat.Up front, the heavy click of a seatbelt unbuckling breaks the quiet inside the truck. Andrew pushes the driver's door open, letting in a blast of frigid city air that smells of wet asphalt and car exhaust. He steps out onto the pavement, pulls the collar of his brown leather jacket up around his thick, bearded jaw, and rests his right hand near the bulge of the gun holster under his arm. His brown eyes sweep across the street corners, checking the parked cars and the narrow alleyway beside the building before he walks toward a pair of black steel gates.The door slams shut, sealing me and Drew inside the warm

• Sweet Abomination    The Liability in the Backseat

  DREWIf anyone in the Northern Shadow territory walked up to this SUV right now and looked through the rear window, they would check the sky to see if the sun was falling.I tilt the rearview mirror a fraction of an inch with two gloved fingers, pretending to adjust my blind spot as I guide the truck down the icy switchbacks of the mountain pass. My boots press lightly against the brake pedal, keeping the heavy tires from sliding on the black ice. Through the rectangular glass, I have a clear view of the back bench.Adrian is holding her hands.His massive, scarred knuckles wrap completely around her small fingers. He sits pressed right up against her side on the leather seat, his broad shoulders angled to block the draft coming off the door seal. The girl has her wavy brown hair tangled inside the collar of a cream sweater that looks three sizes too big for her narrow frame. She stares down at his thumbs rubbing slow circles over her skin, her breathing finally leveling out after her

• Sweet Abomination    Unspoken Burdens

  BELLE"What kind of trouble have I caused?" I ask, my voice dropping into a quiet rasp. "I stayed inside the cabin. I haven't asked for anything except soap and a sweater."Andrew's nostrils flare. He uncrosses his thick arms and opens his mouth, leaning in as if he is about to lay out a very long list.The heavy oak door of the cabin swings open behind us.Drew steps out onto the wooden porch, wearing a long charcoal wool coat over a black button-down shirt. He has to duck his dark head slightly to clear the low porch awning before descending the steps in three long strides. His pale, ice-colored eyes dart from Andrew's rigid posture directly to my pinched face."It's time to go," Drew says.Andrew closes his mouth immediately. He steps back from me, dips his chin toward Drew, and walks around the hood of the SUV to climb into the driver's seat.Drew walks up beside me, his tall frame blocking the biting wind blowing off the ridge. He reaches out and pulls the heavy rear passenger do

• Sweet Abomination    Trouble

  BELLEThe plush belt of the white bathrobe comes undone with a single tug. I let the thick fabric slide off my shoulders and pool around my bare ankles on the floorboards. Goosebumps rise immediately along my arms as the cold mountain draft creeps under the windowpane.I reach for the clean white cotton bra resting on the edge of the mattress. As I hook the clasp behind my back, my fingers brush the skin right above my lower ribs.A sudden memory flashes behind my eyes. Large, rough knuckles grazing my bare stomach. The scent of damp pine soap and warm skin filling the small tiled bathroom. I stop moving, staring at the brass handle of the bedroom door. I can almost feel the solid wall of Drew’s chest against my cheek, the steady thud of his pulse under my ear, and the unmistakable hardness pressing against my hip through rough denim as I swayed on the bathmat.Heat climbs up my throat and warms the tips of my ears. I press the back of my hand to my cheek. Was that real? Or did the fe

• Sweet Abomination    She's Coming With Us

  "Stay the night," I tell him, keeping my eyes locked on the black gaps between the tree trunks. "You can head back to the compound in the morning."Drew doesn't ask why. He doesn't look at his watch or complain about the war room waiting for him at the manor. He looks into the dark trees where my gaze is pointed, his broad shoulders squaring under his leather jacket as his hand drops from the door handle to the grip of the pistol holstered beneath his arm."Understood, Alpha," Drew says quietly. He pats the roof of the SUV. "I'll recline the seat and sleep out here in the car. That way I have a clear view of the driveway and the tree line."I turn my head to look at him. "It's twenty degrees out here, Drew. Come inside and take the couch in the living room."Drew shakes his head once, keeping his ga

• Sweet Abomination    Shadows in the Pine

  ADRIANTires crunch over the frozen gravel at the bottom of the hill, cutting through the stillness of the night.I push the heavy oak front door open and step out onto the wooden porch, pulling it shut behind me so the cold draft doesn't reach the bedroom down the hall. The mountain wind slices right through my thin black t-shirt, raising goosebumps along my bare forearms. I shove my hands deep into the pockets of my dark sweatpants and walk down the frosted wooden steps into the dirt yard.Drew brings his black SUV to a halt ten yards from the cabin and kills the headlights. The engine ticks softly as

Plus de chapitres