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Melissa Jane – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com Mon, 21 Apr 2025 22:19:59 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Melissa Jane – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com 32 32 My French Love Affair (The European Love Affair #3) Read Online Melissa Jane http://www.ilovenovels.com/my-french-love-affair-the-european-love-affair-3-read-online-melissa-jane Mon, 21 Apr 2025 22:19:59 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/my-french-love-affair-the-european-love-affair-3-read-online-melissa-jane Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Authors: Melissa Jane Series: The European Love Affair Series by Melissa Jane
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Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 134961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 675(@200wpm)___ 540(@250wpm)___ 450(@300wpm)

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I came to Monaco for a summer of sun, sea, and zero complications.

Glamorous parties, private yachts, and waterfront cocktails - this trip was meant to be an escape. A few carefree months with my best friends before reality came crashing back in.

Men? Not on the agenda.

But then I met him.

Frederic Moreau.

Arrogant. Infuriating. Dangerous in every possible way.

From the second we crossed paths, it was war. A stolen taxi, a spilled drink, a dance I never agreed to - he was always there, smirking, taunting, pushing me closer to the edge.

And when I finally snapped? He kissed me.

That should have been the end of it. But Frederic doesn’t just play games - he plays to win.

And now, I’m his obsession.

The problem is, I can’t decide if I want to fight him or fall for him. Because beneath the dominance, the teasing, the unbearable smugness - there’s a man I wasn’t supposed to find. A man who knows exactly how to break me apart and put me back together again.

I swore I wouldn’t get caught up in him. I swore I wouldn’t lose myself to a man who doesn’t know how to stop.

But here in Monaco - where every risk feels like a thrill, and every touch burns like fire - losing has never felt so intoxicating.

Set against the backdrop of Monaco’s glittering nightlife, luxury yachts, and high-speed thrills,
My French Love Affair is a scorching enemies-to-lovers romance filled with tension, passion, and the kind of love that refuses to play by the rules.

Perfect for readers who love fiery banter, dominant heroes, sharp-witted heroines, and high-stakes romance with a push-and-pull dynamic that will leave you breathless. This book will sweep you away to the sun-soaked shores of the French Riviera - and make you never want to leave.

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Chapter One

Poppy

The thing about springtime in London is that it tricks you.

The sun beams down like it’s mid-July, convincing you to ditch your coat and wear that cute sundress you’ve been eyeing since February. But five minutes later, the wind slaps you across the face, reminding you that this is still England, and optimism is for tourists.

Hence why I’m currently standing in Hyde Park, questioning all my life choices.

My dress flutters pathetically in the chilly breeze, and I suppress a shiver as I clutch my iced latte - a poor decision, considering my fingers are practically numb. Across from me, Noah - my boyfriend of nine months - smiles at me in that dreamy, adoring way that should make my heart skip a beat.

"You look like a sunflower in the breeze," he says, reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “My little petal.”

I physically stop breathing for a moment.

Petal?!

I try to smile, I really do, but it comes out as more of a grimace.

"That’s... sweet."

"Well, you are!” Noah beams like I’ve just proposed to him in front of a live studio audience. “Bright and beautiful and delicate. My precious little flower."

Abort mission! Abort mission!

I take a very large sip of my coffee to avoid saying - well, anything.

This is the problem. Noah is lovely. A genuinely kind, soft-hearted man. He’s the type who sends me good morning texts with excessive emojis and insists on walking on the side of the pavement closest to traffic.

I should be swooning. I should be happy.

But instead, I’m internally cringing so hard I might pull a muscle.

Why am I like this?!

I shake off the thought, trying to focus on literally anything else.

Like the fact that my classes are officially over - at least until September - and I finally have time to pour into my fashion design portfolio.

I’ve already sketched a mini spring/summer collection and posted a few teaser designs on my socials. My following is small, but it's growing fast, and with enough work, I might be in with a chance of landing an internship with a proper fashion house by the time I graduate next summer.

“Poppy?" Noah nudges me with his elbow. "Where’d you go just now? Daydreaming again?”

“Hmm? Oh. Yeah. Just thinking about uni stuff."

"You work too hard,” he sighs, slipping an arm around my shoulders. “You need to relax more. You’re like... like a swan. So graceful on the surface but paddling furiously underneath."

I blink at him.

"Did you come up with that yourself, or did you read it on an inspirational meme?"

His cheeks turn pink. "...Maybe."

Heaven help me.

* * *

We stroll through the park, his arm around my shoulders and my body as stiff as a mannequin.

I used to think this was nice. Comforting, even.

Now I feel like I’ve been trapped in a pastel rom-com montage I didn’t sign up for.

As we pass a couple sitting on a bench, I notice the way the woman laughs so hard she’s clutching her sides, while the man beside her gazes at her like she’s the only person in the world.

My stomach twists.

Why don’t I feel like that with Noah?

He does everything right. He listens to podcasts about fashion to try and understand my world. He sends me flowers just because. He practically jumps at the opportunity to rub my back or my feet anytime I so much as wince in discomfort.

Once, he even surprised me with a romantic boat ride on the Thames. I threw up halfway through due to motion sickness, but still, it’s the thought that counts.

And yet, despite all of that -

I’m just not feeling it.

“Come on," Noah says suddenly, tugging my hand. "Let me take you to that cute café you love. The one with the tiny chairs and the overpriced pastries."

"Artisan & Bean?"

"That's the one,” he nods. “You deserve a treat."

I follow along, guilt gnawing at me.

He’s thoughtful and attentive and everything I should want.

But when he squeezes my hand and winks, whispering “let me spoil my little petal,” I have to bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from groaning.

* * *

Artisan & Bean is as pretentious as the name suggests, with tiny tables (aesthetic over comfort) and pastries almost too pretty to eat.

Noah orders a cappuccino and a rosewater macaron, while I opt for an oat milk flat white and an almond croissant. We settle at a corner table, and within seconds, he’s fishing his phone out of his jacket pocket, eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Oh! I forgot to show you this earlier,” he says. “Do you want to see what I made for us?”

I brace myself.

"Is it another hand-written poem about our cosmic connection?"

Unfortunately, I’m only half-joking.

His smile falters. "No - that was just a fun creative experiment."

Right. Fun.

I particularly liked the one where he rhymed Poppy with won’t ever be sloppy.

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My Italian Love Affair (The European Love Affair #2) Read Online Melissa Jane http://www.ilovenovels.com/my-italian-love-affair-the-european-love-affair-2-read-online-melissa-jane Thu, 17 Apr 2025 13:13:11 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/my-italian-love-affair-the-european-love-affair-2-read-online-melissa-jane Genre: Alpha Male, Sports Authors: Melissa Jane Series: The European Love Affair Series by Melissa Jane
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Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 135364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)

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When my boss shipped me off to Rome for three months to cover football - a sport I know next to nothing about - I thought it was going to be a disaster.

And then I met Matteo Rossi.

Smug, arrogant, and so infuriatingly full of himself, Matteo is the very definition of a walking ego.

Unfortunately for me, he's also maddeningly gorgeous and the star player everyone's obsessed with.

I should've brushed off his irritating smirks and infuriating one-liners, but the media caught onto our on-camera tension, and suddenly, the world is obsessed with the so-called ‘banter' between us - apparently oblivious to the fact that we honest-to-god cannot stand each other.

Now, my boss wants me to work with Matteo more often to boost views, Matteo is loving every second of my discomfort, and I'm stuck spending way more time with a man who pushes all my buttons...for better or worse.

But the more I get to know him, the more I is Matteo really the insufferable asshole I pegged him as, or have I been too quick to judge?

The lines between rivalry and something far more dangerous are blurring fast.

And when it comes to Matteo Rossi...losing might just mean falling.

Set against the vibrant backdrop of Rome, My Italian Love Affair is a sizzling enemies-to-lovers sports romance that blends fiery banter with irresistible chemistry. Daphne and Matteo's story crackles with tension as they navigate their differences and find themselves in a forced proximity situation neither of them asked for.

Perfect for readers who love sharp wit, sizzling chemistry, and heartfelt emotional moments, this novel delivers detailed, steamy scenes alongside sweet and tender interactions. With laugh-out-loud humour, authentic sports journalism insights and the breathtaking charm of Italy as its backdrop, My Italian Love Affair is a must-read for fans of hate-to-love dynamics and unforgettable love stories

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Chapter One

Daphne

"Sinclair! Get your ass in my office. Now."

My heart lurches as I snap my head up to see Richard Maynard, my editor, standing in the doorway of his office, arms crossed and scowling over at me like I've personally offended him just by existing.

I've just been finishing off my latest article, the headline still screaming at me in bold lettering.

Did Noah Drayton Cheat on Fiancée Ruby - Again?

Did he? Probably.

Do I care? Absolutely not.

Unfortunately for me, the entire British public cares - well, if the traffic numbers on The Tribune's gossip website are anything to go by, at least.

Which is exactly why I'm still here, finishing this mind-numbing piece instead of being at home and working on my real writing.

I didn't even realise Richard was still here. He's usually the first to bolt, beelining straight to the nearest pub like it’s the promised land.

But apparently, he’s lingered - why, I have no idea.

He’s vanished back into his office, but his voice slices through the air like a villain in a low-budget horror movie.

“Sinclair,” he calls, dragging out my name in a menacing, sing-song tone.

Kill. Me.

I sigh, push back my chair, and stand, ignoring the amused glances from the few unfortunate souls still trapped in this corporate purgatory. With all the enthusiasm of a man walking to the gallows, I trudge into Richard’s office.

The place reeks of stale coffee, lukewarm beer, and the unmistakable musk of unchecked ego.

A truly cursed aroma - like if regret had a signature scent.

Richard's there, leaning against his desk with his arms crossed, eyes narrowed like he’s about to interrogate a suspect on a crime procedural.

“How long have you been here now?”

“Six months.”

He tuts, shaking his head like I’ve just confessed to living in a cave, foraging for berries, instead of - oh, I don’t know, showing up to this office every single day like a semi-functional adult.

“And you still look like a frightened rabbit every time I call you in here.”

That’s because every time he calls me in, I assume I’m about to be fired - or worse, promoted into some hellish position that requires a complete lack of sleep and the ability to smile through sheer terror.

The thing is, I always thought my twenties would be exciting.

Jetting off to new cities on spontaneous weekend trips, climbing the ranks in a career I actually cared about, making enough money to afford more for lunch than supermarket meal deals.

Most of all, I imagined finally publishing the fantasy novel I’d been working on since I was seventeen - the one that was supposed to be my big break into the world of bestseller lists, book tours, and seeing my name in gold lettering on a hardcover edition.

Instead, I’m stuck in an uninspiring London office at 8:47 PM, writing about a washed-up reality star’s latest cheating scandal.

“Was there something you needed?”

“I wouldn’t say something I needed, no. More like something you need.”

I arch a brow.

That could mean anything coming from Richard.

“I’ve got a career opportunity for you.”

Wait, what?

A career opportunity?

A promotion? A raise?

A golden ticket out of this hellhole?

“You… do?”

It’s difficult to be excited given that this was not the plan.

When I graduated last year with a degree in English Literature, I had big dreams. I was going to be a novelist - the kind that people lined up to meet at book signings; the kind who had a special dedication page thanking their family, friends, and professional team for believing in them from the start.

Instead, I’m writing about the romantic failures of D-list celebrities.

Which is ironic considering I’ve never been in love myself.

Richard nods, lips twitching like he’s enjoying the power trip of dragging this out.

“Three months in Rome.”

I stare at him.

“Rome?”

“Yes, Rome. As in Italy. Where the pizza is better than whatever scraps you’ve been having for lunch here.”

I ignore his sly dig, feeling a grin forming.

Rome.

This is huge.

I try my best to swallow down the excitement, not wanting him to see just how much I’m internally screaming with joy.

“Can I ask - why exactly would I be going to Rome?”

Richard straightens up, all business again.

“You’ll be covering football.”

Well. That's one way to bring me crashing back down.

“Football?”

“Yes,” he nods. “Football. This is a fantastic opportunity for you to branch out. We’ve been working in partnership with the Roma team, as part of a wider piece with Serie A. This is going to be huge. And honestly...”

He pauses, tapping his fingers on the desk like he’s about to drop a bomb.

“You’re the best we’ve got on short notice.”

I blink.

Of course. Why wouldn’t I be sent to Rome to cover football?

After all, who doesn’t love a sport that’s basically a bunch of grown men chasing a ball around for an hour and a half, pretending like they didn’t trip over their own feet?

“This benefits all of us,” Richard continues, with the confidence of a man who’s about to say something deeply stupid. “We really need a woman for this. It’s part of our agreement with the team - some sort of diversity… thing.”

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My Spanish Love Affair (The European Love Affair #1) Read Online Melissa Jane http://www.ilovenovels.com/my-spanish-love-affair-the-european-love-affair-1-read-online-melissa-jane Wed, 19 Mar 2025 15:57:55 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/my-spanish-love-affair-the-european-love-affair-1-read-online-melissa-jane Genre: Alpha Male, Sports Authors: Melissa Jane Series: The European Love Affair Series by Melissa Jane
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Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110351 (not accurate)
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Moving to Spain wasn’t part of my plan. But after heartbreak and betrayal left me reeling, I book a one-way flight straight out of England and pack my bags for a fresh start.

New job, new city, new life - men not included.

The sun-soaked beaches, bustling markets and historic streets of Spain are exactly the escape I need. Teaching English keeps me grounded (and paid), and I’m determined to focus on myself for once.

But then I meet Santi.

Gorgeous, charming, and annoyingly irresistible, he crashes into my carefully crafted plans. Our chance encounters become something I can’t ignore. But just as I start to let my guard down, I find out who he really

A professional rugby player with a life full of glamour and complications I swore I’d stay away from.

I didn’t come to Spain to fall for anyone, but no matter how hard I try and hold myself back, Santi is impossible to resist. His kindness surprises me, his touch makes me question everything, and his secrets make me wonder if I’m ready to risk my heart again.

I promised myself I’d never let another man in. But in the city of passion and possibility, can I keep that promise - or is Santi the one worth breaking it for?

Set against the stunning backdrop of Spain’s golden coastline, vibrant markets and fiery fiestas, My Spanish Love Affair is a sizzling, heartfelt romance that captures the magic of second chances and the courage it takes to embrace the unknown.

From moonlit beach dates to the chaos of Las Fallas, this story is a whirlwind journey of self-discovery, passion, and learning to love again.

Perfect for readers who dream of fresh starts, spicy romance and finding love where you least expect it, My Spanish Love Affair will leave you longing for your own escape to Spain

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Chapter One

My relationship ends the same way that it started: with a bang.

Except this time, I’m not the woman on all fours.

“Liv, wait. I can explain.”

My now ex-boyfriend chokes as he calls out my name from the doorway, but I ignore his pleas as I make my way through the apartment in auto-pilot. My brain hasn’t caught up with what I’ve just witnessed, and my body moves through the familiar space without my full control.

Now that the new year has passed, I was supposed to be moving in with him in just a few weeks time. Most of my things are already packed and ready to be sent over to this very building.

That won’t be happening, now, of course.

As I reach the hallway and slip my shoes back onto my feet, I know that this is the last time I’ll ever set foot in Liam's apartment.

“Olivia, please.”

He’s closer than I thought he’d be, and I turn on my heel and look up at him. My blonde hair flies around my face with the movement, and I don’t try to hide the fury in my gaze.

Honestly, he looks ridiculous. He’s always had the most beautiful blue eyes, but I can’t look at those right now. His jeans hang loosely from his hips - still unbuttoned from where he’d hurriedly yanked them on as I walked into the bedroom - and his feet are bare against the cool wooden floor.

My heart feels like it’s somewhere between being sunk in my stomach and leaping out of my throat. It’s the most god-awful feeling, and fuck, I need to get out of here.

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“If you would just - just listen to me, okay?” he says. “I know I fucked up, and I know what you think you saw just then, but -”

“What I think I saw?!” I practically screech.

The loud volume of my raised voice catches us both by surprise. I’ve never been one for yelling, and furious as I may be right now, the last thing I want to do is show this asshole just how much he’s hurt me.

So. I pull myself back in.

“You know what? I don’t even care,” I sneer. He actually has the nerve to look horrified, which is interesting given that I’m the one who just witnessed his dick being buried inside another woman. “Save your shitty excuses and gaslighting for someone who gives a crap. I’m sorry I interrupted.”

I yank the front door open and dart through it just as Liam reaches out to try and stop me. His fingertips ghost over my upper arm, but it’s too late.

I’m gone.

And I sure as hell don’t look back.

∞∞∞

“Wow. I hate him.”

I snort out a laugh as I scoop up a questionably large forkful of sweet and sour chicken and fried rice.

“You and me both, sis,” I grumble before I shovel the food into my mouth.

There are a lot of things that I’m uncertain about after today’s events. But if there’s anything at all that I still believe in, it’s the fact that there’s no problem in this world that the elite combination of my best friend, red wine and Chinese take-out food cannot solve.

Somehow, Laura always knows exactly what to say to cheer me up and make me feel better about everything. And at times when all I want to do is curl up into a ball underneath my bed covers and cry, she has me full-belly laughing until my sides hurt.

“No, I mean it. I’ve never felt so strongly about anyone, ever. I loathe him, and I’m still processing all of this. Give me a few days to actually get to grips with what I’m feeling and I promise you, it will be even more overwhelmingly negative.”

I snort at that.

“I’m serious!” she grins. “Honestly, I’m still in shock. I can’t imagine how you’re feeling. But I mean it. I. Hate. Him.”

My expression grows sombre. “I know you do. And trust me, I feel exactly the same. You don’t need to worry about me ever even considering going back there. It’s never going to happen.”

“Thank god for that,” Laura huffs.

“Honestly, he’ll be lucky if I so much as acknowledge his existence again. He’s pretty much dead to me already.”

“Have you answered any of his calls or texts?” she prods.

“Nope,” I confirm, popping the p for emphasis. “And I have absolutely no intention of doing so.”

I’m actually quite proud of myself for point-blank ignoring Liam. The thought of answering a call or responding to his grovelling messages by telling him exactly what I think of his lying, cheating ass is tempting, sure; but I refuse to allow myself the momentary satisfaction.

Knowing him as well as I do - which apparently doesn’t count for much, since I never saw this coming - I know that harsh words won’t hurt him. After all, he’d still be getting my attention and energy that way.

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Sever Read online T.L. Smith, Melissa Jane http://www.ilovenovels.com/sever-read-online-t-l-smith-melissa-jane Thu, 03 May 2018 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/sever-read-online-t-l-smith-melissa-jane Genre: Dark, Romance, Suspense Authors: Melissa Jane, T.L. Smith Advertisement

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One man’s wife is another’s obsession. We had a love I thought could never be broken. But I was wrong. We weren’t as strong as our vows once promised. Dark secrets and vicious lies, they tore us apart. They cut too deep, leaving open wounds. Pain is something that should never come from the man you love. Forgiveness, understanding, tenderness, yes. But never pain. But the fact remains. He is my husband and I am his wife. Perhaps he should have remembered that a year ago when he committed his first sin against our marriage. And perhaps then, I wouldn’t have fallen for the devil. A devil who had me in his sights from the very beginning. A devil who swore to never let me go.
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He looks at me with an apathy that causes my hands to ball into tight, white-knuckled fists. His stare, loaded with contempt, has me itching to slap his five-o’clock shadowed cheek. But worst of all, the ever-formidable look of indifference has me pulling the sheets higher while I allow my already hurting heart to further break into tiny, irreparable pieces.

If I could count all the ways I love this man, I would. But it’s tiring, so fucking tiring, because I can’t bring myself to want to remember the reasons why I still love him.

So, I’ve given up.

But let the record show, he gave up first, and I hate him for it.

He let the love we’ve shared turn sour, and it’s all by his own doing. He took all I had to give, my heart, my passion, my life, and he held it in his hand and squeezed his long fingers around my vulnerability until everything oozed between the cracks.

I miss the feel of his hand resting on the small of my back, a gesture to let me know we were a team no one could challenge. How his lips would crush mine with a primal urgency he’d barely contain throughout the day.

And now?

Urgency is a thing of the past, and my husband is no longer a team player. He exited this marriage over a year ago when he concluded we no longer required the fundamentals to make it work.

There are no tender moments.

No kissing.

No fucking.

Not even a whisper of his fingers brushing mine.

We simply exist.

He ignores my efforts to regain his affections. My perfect hair and makeup go unnoticed despite being to his particular taste. My lasered, smooth body remains unseen by his now dispassionate eyes. I can’t recall the last time my husband lusted for me. His hunger to claim my body and mind was once uncontrollable, and his desire to bring me to my knees craving more until I fell limp at his side came to a crashing halt. Like a light flicking off, so did his taste for anything me.

No explanation.

No remorse.

He left me cold, unsatisfied, and unloved.

And now I’m left to wonder what had gone so terribly wrong that I deserved to be abandoned in the dark without a hint of a clue. Not only did he switch off his love, but his communication became non-existent.

When it first happened, I remember the many nights I broke down at his feet, pleading for answers, and he would look as though the words were on the tip of his tongue, like he wanted me to understand. I even saw anguish, his own hurt, a pain I knew nothing of before he’d shut down. And then his eyes would glaze over and indifference set in.

It was then I stopped pleading.

My desperation turned to anger and my anger morphed into my own indifference. One he didn’t question or care for.

He hasn’t asked for a divorce. The word has never left his perfect lips.

Despite everything, I still love him.

I went through our seven-year marriage thinking he would be my last love, but now everything is crumbling around me and there’s fuck all I can do to stop it.

Shawn steps out of the shower, a towel wrapped low around his waist revealing perfectly sculpted abs and a V-line I used to love running my tongue over. There isn’t an inch of him I haven’t explored and vice versa. Water glistens over his tanned skin, and when he eventually turns to me, he catches my roaming eyes. Perhaps my own indifference is a work in progress because he still has the ability to suck me in.

His eyes lock onto mine and I hold my breath as he moves to his side of the bed. His gaze travels my body, from the fallen strap of my nightie revealing the milky skin of my breast to my exposed leg curled around the tangled white sheet. I see a hint of something I can’t quite determine and my heart races, clinging to false hope that he’ll find the courage to claim me again as his wife. I hold hope he’ll lean down and kiss me, assuring not all is lost. At this point, I’d settle for a simple graze of the cheek so I know he still cares.

But there’s nothing.

Worse than that, there’s not even a hint of wanting to do anything.

My heart drops and the rage I keep at bay resurfaces, hot blood coursing through my veins. Shawn turns away without a word, and I scream on the inside, wanting to hurt him the same way he does me. Instead, I climb out of bed and walk straight to our walk-in closet where I close the door, wishing I could be anywhere else but in the same house as my husband. Yanking the nearest designer dress off its hanger, I ball the thick fabric into my hands and scream, the muffled sound no doubt falling on deaf ears. I scream until my lungs hurt and my hands ache. I hear his footsteps a heartbeat away from the door and I feel a false sense of hope. The same I feel every time only to be crushed. I still, holding my breath and sob, my ear inching closer to the door, listening.

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He wasn’t meant to be on my radar, he was definitely the off-limits guy. My brother’s best friend, my friend’s ex, but most of all he was my boss. Hawk Carnage resembled one thing, and one thing only. Sex. He used it, he knew it, he lived it. Hawk owned the largest lingerie company in the world, and I was his leading lady. In business. But now business and friendship were about to be crossed. The lines blurred, and I was ready to dip my toes in the forbidden water. Because no matter how much I said I could refrain from Hawk Carnage, now was not the time. He was to be my fake fiancé. And I was about to sink into that forbidden water, with Hawk’s hands clutching my sides. Lord help me because I was about to enjoy every moment of it. Even if it was just for fun. Even if it would ruin everything. I was going to dive in head first.
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Britta

My ass was in the air, hands on the ground for balance.

I could feel the stares, eyes focused on me and the skirt that had inched up my thighs revealing my long legs—and let’s be honest—half my ass. The passers-by did nothing to help but seemed content to gawk.

Shit.

“Come on you piece of—”

“Well, well, well... if it isn’t a damsel in distress.”

I froze, heart pounding, my hands still holding tight to the heel stuck in the grate.

Fuck no.

It couldn’t be. Anxiously biting the inside of my cheek, I stared ahead as reality set in, determined to ignore the familiar voice from behind.

Life was being a right bitch if she thought it was fun having my heel wedged between unforgiving metal and having him arrive at that very moment.

Attempting to wriggle the shoe some more, I only met resistance. It was firmly stuck, and no amount of heaving was going to loosen the fucker, my trembling fingers failing to undo the clasp.

“I remember that ass very well indeed,” the voice continued, and my face flushed with a mix of emotions. Some part love, but mostly humiliation with a healthy dose of murderous intent.

If I could only get this damn heel free, I’d wedge it in his eye, and I most certainly don’t mean the eye on his face. The bastard deserved a little punishment, and I knew just how to do it.

A pair of polished black shoes came to a stop in front of me, and I clenched my teeth hard, so hard they felt like they’d snap. Just another thing I could blame on him. Relenting, my gaze traveled the length of his body.

Still tall.

Still handsome.

Still, with the same shit-eating grin he’d always had.

Roman.

“Relax, Britta,” he said, bending down so we were level. “Let me help.”

I hadn’t a chance to answer before his hands had already moved to my ankle, fingers gently brushing against my skin. I shivered, and I don’t think I hid it well. I loathed that he still had that effect on me. And worse still, he knew he had that effect on me.

Roman tightened his grip, turned my foot on a slight angle and with a sharp pull, my heel was set free from the evil clutches of the street. Instead of letting go, his hands affectionately slid up my calf, his thumbs gently caressing, reminding me once more of what we used to have.

“You’ve changed your hair,” he said, attempting to distract me. It worked. My hand went to touch my tresses. It was now a lot shorter than what Roman would remember. Even the color had changed, back to my natural brown shade. Boring, but me.

“Out with the old,” I said. Clearing my throat, I was determined to block the sappy emotions. I made to stand, pulling away from his touch.

“So...” he said, eyes alight. “How are you?” Roman slid his hands into his pockets and watched closely, observing any move I made.

“Good,” I stammered, although I didn’t know why. Roman made me nervous and I couldn’t control it. “You?”

His neck twitched. “Ah, really good, actually.” He swayed a little on his heel. “I’m engaged.”

“Oh?”

What. The—

“Are you seeing anyone?” he asked, breaking through my thoughts.

Perhaps he’d noticed my mouth agape. Maybe he’d seen my wide-eyed shock. Maybe... just maybe... he’d been able to read my mind.

“Britta? Are you seeing—”

“I’m engaged, too!” The lies slipped from my strawberry-coated lips so easily. And now it was his turn to be shocked.

“Oh?” he said, hoping I’d elaborate but not wanting to seem too eager to ask. “Maybe you can bring him to the wedding. I sent an invitation. Did you get it?”

My mind briefly wandered to the trash bag that would now be sitting in the landfill. Somewhere in that trash bag, among the food scraps, is the torn up, once beautiful card cordially inviting me to the wedding of Roman Hopheart and Rebekah Johnson.

He sent me an invitation!

To his wedding!

Is he mad?

Roman was my first love. I’d given the asshole everything. He was my first kiss. My first love. And then, one day after four years of what I thought was a stable relationship—solid enough to be talking white weddings and picket fences—I found him kissing my best friend in our newly renovated kitchen. That best friend just happened to be Rebekah no-moral-compass Johnson.

Tall.

Leggy.

Blonde.

Gigantic boobs.

Everything I wasn’t.

After many tears, fantasized bloodshed... and more tears, I had accepted that you can’t help who you fall in love with, and we had let bygones be bygones. And now the pair were getting hitched.

Fuckers.

Not that I cared... much. The sex was blah. Too self-absorbed in his own pleasure.

“Invitation?” I raised my brows in deliberate shock. “I’m sorry, I never received it. But that’s fine, I don’t need to co—”

“I’ll have Bek send you another.”

... Awesome.

“But you’ve gotta bring your new man,” he said with an almost disbelieving smile.

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