Everything She Never Wanted

When tragedy strikes…

Henry Wilson has been a strong and steady force for his family for years. When death steals one of them, Henry’s ability to keep himself together is tested. Even surrounded by people, he’s never had anyone to lean on. Not since he made the biggest mistake of his life and told his best friend he was in love with her.

Right before she disappeared from his life for good.

And the chips are down…

Cynthia Hill is inching closer and closer to the life she always feared. Still single, and now jobless, she’s living back at home with her mom. It isn’t as bad as she thought it would be, which scares her more than the way she thinks about her former best friend.

All they have is each other…

Henry knows getting involved with Cynthia won’t lead to anything but pain. She’ll go back to her life, and he’ll be left to deal with one more heartbreak. One he isn’t sure he’ll survive.

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Excerpt from Everything She Never Wanted

“You don’t want me, Henry. You already told me that.”

“I did? I don’t recall that conversation.”

“Before dinner,” Cynthia huffed. “You said you made a mistake telling me you loved me. That you shouldn’t have tried to hold on to me.”

“Ah, and that means I don’t want you?”

“It sure sounded like it.”

He pinned her arm behind her back and pressed their bodies together before she could take another breath. She gasped when she felt him hard between them. He thrust against her, confirming what she thought, and making her gasp again.

“That’s not because of your mother, Cynthia,” he growled. “And if you think I don’t want you, you’re blind.”

“You’ve barely paid me any attention all night.”

He laughed mirthlessly. “Because you’re teasing me with this dress. I almost turned around and left when I saw what you were wearing. Did you really think something like this wouldn’t make me want to carry you off to your bedroom and find out what’s underneath? But your mother is here. Was here. If I looked at you for too long, I got hard. If I talked to you, I got hard. If I let myself breathe you in, I got hard.”

He pressed his nose to her throat and inhaled deep. His cock twitched against her belly. Her panties soaked through, the way he held her and the way his rough voice slithered down her spine turning her on more than she’d ever been in her life.

“You have two choices right now. You can tell me to get out, and I’ll go. Or you can let me show you just how much you’re been driving me crazy all night. Your choice, Cynthia.”

“Show me,” she whispered.