She never thought she deserved love-the way it seemed to stray away from her. Never thought she was worth protecting or saving, convinced she was marked for a life of mistreatment and quiet suffering. But he filled the self deprecating hole in her heart like a sunrise spilling over the edge of the earth, leaking out warmth and goodness the way it did-both men were beacons of peace in her world of darkness. Soft where the world had been cruel. Protective in the way she had never received. With every stroke, every reaffirmation of the tongue, they'd slowly began to rewrite the story she'd constructed in her own mental confinements...Maybe she wasn't so as unlovable as she'd believed.
Chapter 4 of “Her Sinful Pleasure” is out now!