Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 113272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
They left Haven a long time ago, never expecting to live there again.
Until they meet her.
Arabella.
She’s beautiful, sad, and sweet.
And she keeps running the other way whenever she sees them coming.
What she doesn’t realize, though, is that Eli and Kellan like the hunt, they enjoy the chase.
And they’re not giving up easily.
Arabella’s life was one of fear and misery under her father’s thumb.
When that nightmare ended, she found herself unexpectedly free.
And scared to be alone.
There was only one place she wanted to go.
Haven.
Moving to Haven isn’t without its challenges, though.
There she encounters Eli and Kellan Jones . . . who seem determined to boss her around and make her theirs.
What they don’t realize is that she’s vowed to never belong to anyone again.
However, Arabella doesn’t stand a chance against these two determined Doms.
Because they always catch their prey.
Please This book is MFM, our heroes are overprotective, possessive, and dominant
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PROLOGUE
Three years ago . . .
Arabella snuck out of the hotel.
Her father was already asleep. He’d worn himself out with all his blustering and anger and taken himself off to bed about half an hour after they’d arrived in Haven.
Coming to Haven to track down Cole was a stupid idea. Cole didn’t want to marry her. He’d made that very clear. But her father thought he’d just needed a break.
From her.
Because everything was always her fault. She was never good enough. Never pretty enough or smart enough or obedient enough.
Never perfect.
Although Lord knew she tried.
Her father blamed the ‘temporary’ break-up on her. He’d told her that she must have annoyed Cole and forced him into needing a break.
But she knew that wasn’t it.
When Cole broke things off with her, she’d acted like she didn’t care, but the truth was that she’d been devastated.
Not because she loved him, but because Cole had been her ticket to getting away from her father.
It might sound insane, but if you met her father you’d get it.
Abusive. Mean. A nasty rattlesnake waiting to strike.
She shuddered and pushed all of those thoughts out of her mind. What she needed was a distraction.
It was nearly nine and growing cooler outside. She wished she’d thought to grab a sweater on her way out.
Oh well.
No way was she going to return to the hotel and risk waking her father.
She needed some time to herself and this town was so darn pretty. She walked toward a place called Dirty Delights. Hmm. Interesting name. It looked like a bar.
Did she dare?
Arabella Bridges in a bar in a small town in the middle of nowhere . . . her father would have an absolute fit.
All the more reason to go in, really.
Where had this rebelliousness come from?
She didn’t know. But she liked it.
As she stepped inside, she suddenly grew apprehensive. What was she supposed to do? Where did she sit? What if someone tried to talk to her?
Who are you kidding? You shouldn’t be here.
Idiot.
“Hello there, darlin’. You got a name or can I call you mine?” a teasing voice asked.
She glanced up at a smiling man. A very attractive man. Shoot. What did she do? He was talking to her!
His smile faded and a look of concern entered his face. “Hey, you okay? Is something wrong? I was just joking, I need to know you for at least five minutes before calling you mine.”
She still had no clue what to say. Probably because he was flirting. At least she thought he was. And she had no idea what to say.
Etiquette lessons hadn’t covered flirting cowboys in bars.
“I’ve never been to a bar before,” she blurted out.
He raised an eyebrow. “Never?”
“Never,” she whispered, cringing. Did that make her pathetic?
He glanced behind her. “There’s no one with you?”
“Um, no.”
A look of surprise filled his face that she didn’t understand.
“I’m guessing that you don’t live here, darlin’.”
“Um, no. I’m staying at the hotel. I can leave if I have to . . . “
“Nope. Come on. If you’re gonna pop your cherry in a bar, this is the one to do it.”
“Pop my cherry?” she asked, staring at him with wide eyes.
He let out a bark of laughter. “Not like that. I meant that if there is any bar to come to alone it’s this one. Nothing bad will happen to you here.”
“But it might somewhere else?” she asked.
“The world’s a dangerous place, darlin’,” he murmured, looking slightly . . . haunted.
Arabella squashed the urge to ask him if he was all right. If anyone knew about being haunted by their past it was her.
He led her to the bar and lifted her onto a stool. She let out a small squeal, but his hands quickly left her waist. “Yo, Devon!”
A good-looking man turned from where he’d been speaking to someone at the end of the bar and raised his eyebrows.
“Come here!” her new friend yelled, waving his hand through the air.
Arabella could feel herself growing red. She glanced around as people turned to stare.
“Um, you really don’t need to yell,” she said. “I’m happy to wait until he’s free.”
“Darlin’, he wouldn’t be happy if I didn’t tell him you were here.”
What?
That made no sense.
“What is it?” Devon grumbled, staring at her with a frown.
Great. Maybe he thought that she’d asked her flirty friend to yell out to him.
“This is . . . what is your name, darlin’?” her friend asked.
“I’m Arabella.”
Her new friend whistled. “Fancy name. This is Arabella. She’s never been to a bar before and she’s staying at the hotel. She’s also on her own.”
Arabella sighed, glancing around. “Could you say that a bit louder? I don’t think they heard you in the back.”
His grin grew wider, then he took in a deep breath. Without thought, she reached up and placed her hand over his mouth. “Do not.”