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Too quickly. The word hung between them. He nodded, accepting it without challenge, and pulled her closer. His heartbeat was steady beneath her cheek. Yna closed her eyes. She thought of the file she’d bookmarked. The missed calls. The way he’d stepped away earlier to take a message he hadn’t mentioned afterward. Small things. Insignificant things. Things that didn’t belong in a love story. She inhaled slowly, grounding herself in the warmth of his body, the familiar cadence of his breathing. This was real. This was present. This was good.

“Yes, Justin, I love you.” He slid the ring on my finger, his kiss fierce yet tender, his lips warm against mine, a promise that ignited a quiet fire in me. We fell onto the blanket, laughing, crying, his arms my home, his body pressed close, grounding me. The doubts—Xiamond’s shadow, my waitress past—faded. I was his fiancée, ready to claim his world.

I barely have a second to brace myself when the sharp, immediate pain as he enters me tears through every barrier I’ve wrapped around myself. I bite down on my tongue so hard I taste blood. This is nothing like the slow, romantic seduction I’ve tried so hard to imagine, nothing like the stories I’ve read under my blanket as a girl. There is no build-up, no crescendo of longing, just the raw, prying sensation of being broken open by an impatient man. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to will myself numb, but the sensations force me back into my body with every movement. There is pressure, burning and stretching that makes me want to scream, thrash and tear at him like a feral animal. However, Bl

Because, of course, she was right. “Then we start new,” I said, kissing the inside of her wrist. “From scratch. Just us.” She leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. “Just us.” I kissed her, slow and sure, and the world stopped for a while. Until the knock. Bella tensed in my arms before she sighed and sat back. “So much for a quiet morning.” I kissed her forehead, then slid from the bed, pulling on my sweatpants. The warmth of her still lingered on my skin as I crossed the room and cracked the door.

“Perhaps her depiction of the perfect romance will offer insight into figuring out who this person is.” Nikki grimaced when she heard the name Verna Ravenway. It was the name of a popular romance writer who had amassed a cult following online, but no one knew who she was. She sighed as she realized the two girls were probably not talking about her but about some ridiculous fantasy they had concocted due to the overconsumption of romance novels.

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

“To the bride and the groom. Here’s to our new start.” Fireworks lit the sky above our heads, and the day was everything I could ask for. A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR Thank you so much for reading Resisting Her. It took me a lot of time to get this book out since the release of the Getting Over Him in January 2019 because of some personal issues that threw me off balance. This story is so close to my heart, because this is so relatable to my personal life, excluding fictional twists to keep you entertained, while the core remains betrayal and moving on. Check out Getting Over Him, which is written in Arianna’s POV if you haven’t read it yet.

Roseanne West I stretched my whole body after sitting on the ground for 4 hours straight to finish my latest novel. After a lot of thinking and debating with myself how to end the love story for this novel, I ended up giving the characters a nice ending in Paris with a romantic proposal just like every romance novel out there.

The passion Sean showered her with made it impossible for her to reject him. As Sean placed the roses in her hand, he took out a ring from his pocket and placed it carefully on her finger. “You’re mine the moment you wear this ring. Don’t you ever think of running away from me.” Rachel stood at the door and glared at the loving couple. As the two hugged, a glint of evil flashed past Rachel’s eyes.

She didn’t like the way her thoughts were going, but they wouldn’t stop. Let’s face it, it’s got all the classic ingredients of a holiday fling. Exotic setting, two adults who fancy each other, and opportunity. And what happens to holiday romances once you get on the plane ? The knock at the door sounded like bombs dropping. ‘Who is it?’ ‘Guy.’ She walked on eggshells to the door. He was all fresh, showered and smelling of shaving things. He wore a white polo shirt that made him look like an advertisement for suntan lotion.