Left at the altar. Dumped. Abandoned. Jilted. That only happened in books. Fictional disasters like the kind I wrote. It wasn’t supposed to happen to me, Sam Stone. My life was supposed to be orderly. Organized. Perfect.
Life keeps moving forward, even when all you want is to turn back.
It all started with a simple phrase. Love Sucks. The moment Vanessa Hilliard walked into the tattoo shop uttering those two words was the day my life began its downward spiral. Or maybe it’s the day my life began. My name is Rex Grayson. And this is my story.
Ashton Taylor. Six foot one, Dark hair, chiseled jaw, riveting hazel eyes, and a body cut in all the right places. He’s a natural. Things just come easy to him. He’s used to getting everything he wants, excelling at everything he does. The grades, the recognition, the beautiful women.
Gabrielle Willis is smart. She’s funny. And oh yes, she’s a bit klutzy. When Gabrielle left sunny California bound for the energy of Manhattan, she was willingly leaving the life she had known for the new life she would create. But was she really leaving something behind or was she running away?
Francis Heller lives with two truths. Love hurts and beauty is only skin deep. With midnight black hair, moss-colored eyes, and traceable curves, Fran is the picture of beauty and confidence…on the outside. But deep down she is tormented. Not just by the jagged scars that line her body, but by the horrible memories that cloud her mind and haunt her dreams. The ones that make her want to flee from herself and from the devastating pain.
My name is Autumn Winters. The truth is, that’s the biggest lie I’ve ever told. My real name is Olivia Redmund. Autumn Winters is the curtain I hide behind. You see, I write bestselling erotic romance novels. But my life is far from erotic. The only fantasy exists in my head.
This is a story about a boy who loves a girl…deeply, madly, passionately.