All Good Things Exposed
(2014)(The second book in the Billionaire Romance series)
A novel by Alannah Carbonneau
My heart is crushed.
The light in my soul is dim, snuffed out.
He’s done that to me.
In no time at all, he seduced me with kisses.
He whispered dark promises in my ear as he invaded my body.
And a sweet invasion it was. Every time.
But I’m devastated. Because he’s not the man I thought he was.
He’s not just dangerous. He’s broken.
And I can’t fix him.
After him, everything is dull. Food is tasteless. Life is heavy. My heart is broken, shattered. No, it’s obliterated. I’ve resolved myself to this dull, senseless life, until a trick is played and he’s back, looking as delicious as ever in his black power suit, his deep-sea blue eyes so deep, I could fall into them and never, ever, come back up for air.
Still, I’m surprised when he tells me he’s taking me home. I’m surprised, because there’s fight left in me. Fight enough to refuse him, to challenge him in front of a sea of people. Before I know it, I’m over his shoulder and his hand is on my ass, slapping hard. Camera’s flash. People gasp. My skin flushes hot.
Then I’m in his bed and his arms are gathering the broken pieces of my heart. His kisses are gluing together the cracks. My soul is fluttering to life in my chest.
“You’re mine,” he vows a dark promise I know I’ll try my best to resist.
And I’ll fail.
The light in my soul is dim, snuffed out.
He’s done that to me.
In no time at all, he seduced me with kisses.
He whispered dark promises in my ear as he invaded my body.
And a sweet invasion it was. Every time.
But I’m devastated. Because he’s not the man I thought he was.
He’s not just dangerous. He’s broken.
And I can’t fix him.
After him, everything is dull. Food is tasteless. Life is heavy. My heart is broken, shattered. No, it’s obliterated. I’ve resolved myself to this dull, senseless life, until a trick is played and he’s back, looking as delicious as ever in his black power suit, his deep-sea blue eyes so deep, I could fall into them and never, ever, come back up for air.
Still, I’m surprised when he tells me he’s taking me home. I’m surprised, because there’s fight left in me. Fight enough to refuse him, to challenge him in front of a sea of people. Before I know it, I’m over his shoulder and his hand is on my ass, slapping hard. Camera’s flash. People gasp. My skin flushes hot.
Then I’m in his bed and his arms are gathering the broken pieces of my heart. His kisses are gluing together the cracks. My soul is fluttering to life in my chest.
“You’re mine,” he vows a dark promise I know I’ll try my best to resist.
And I’ll fail.
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