In my world, there is no such thing as love. It is just a
lie we whisper into our client’s ear. Love is foreign and hazardous. What I did
not expect was to bare my soul to a man who is as egotistical as he is
dangerous.
His name is Landon. Despite his blackened soul, he tried
to save me, but what he didn't expect was my torturous fate to catch up with
me.
To your father, I'm the escort.
To your mother, I'm the whore.
To the legal system, I'm the prostitute.
In the end, I'm just the other woman.
I have no idea if I will continue to survive, if I will
ever find my path aside from the gritty streets I know so well. There is a good
chance I will wind up in the ditch like most women in my position. Surrendering
to my fate is the only choice I have. I must relinquish it all.
About the Author
M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where she still lives
with her family. She's a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. M.N.
Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years
later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again.
As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn't live with the
"what if" anymore and finally took a chance on her character's story.
So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she
continues to create and please her fans.
Second grade teacher, Mia Delaney, isn’t looking for love. In fact, she isn’t looking for anything at all because life hasn’t been fair. Everything—the idea of love, her hopes and dreams—was ripped away in a single night.
Arrogant yet sexy Adam Lawson makes the move to a small town in an attempt to escape life in the city. Here he hopes to provide a fresh start for those he loves and protects with a vow to never let anyone get close enough to hurt them again.
A chance encounter with Miss Delaney begins a relentless pursuit that has Adam breaking his own rules when he makes an offer she simply can’t refuse. Despite her internal struggles, Mia knows there’s no denying the attraction between them.
But when acquaintances become friends and friends become enemies, Adam’s need to protect those around him becomes even more crucial. Will the tangled web of lies and betrayal combined with past insecurities become too much for them to handle?
Hey! I'm LM Carr, educator, reader, writer, wife and mom (not necessarily in that order). Reading has always been a passion and I love telling a good story. So why not put the two together? I'm excited to share the characters whose voices fill my head and beg me to tell their stories. Come along and enjoy the ride! Visit me on Facebook: Author LM Carr, follow me on Twitter: @LM_Carr or email me: authorlmcarr@gmail.com.
Sebastian called me his princess,
but he was far from my white knight. He was my drug. One hit and I was addicted
to him.
I ran from him to save my life. I kept running to regain my sanity. Kyle would
help me with that. His warmth and familiarity were just what I needed to
get back on track. Beautiful in his own right, Kyle was everything I once knew
to be good about the world. Kyle was perfect for me, he always had been.
Except he wasn't Sebastian, he could never be. The horrors of my past pulled me
away from him. The nightmares of my present would bring us back together.
Confused though I was, I knew Sebastian was the only choice. The damage done
was great, our love greater. Surviving each other would take everything we had,
but it was the only option.
Every mistake we had made would collapse on top of us, burying us alive in a
mountain of anger and guilt. Neither of us could have prepared for what was
coming. The only way out was through. The question became, would we be strong
enough to make it through together or would our secrets tear us apart once more?
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Kyle comes behind me and I
grind my ass against him. His hands run the length of my sides and down, as my
hips gently rock into him. His smell is so familiar that for a few minutes I
allow myself to become intoxicated by it. Turning, I look into his blue eyes as
I sway seductively in front of him.
“You’re trying to kill me aren’t you,” he jokes.
“You’ll enjoy every minute of it,” I reply, placing his hand
on my back and rocking into him without breaking eye contact.
He grips my bare back and lowers his lips next to my ear. “It’s
not nice to tease, Dani.”
Leaning my mouth against his jaw, I whisper, “Who says I’m
teasing, Ky?”
Fisting my hair into his hand, he lines our faces together.
“You’re always teasing, sexy. You love playing games with me. It’s what you’re
good at.”
“Haven’t you heard,” I ask, rolling my tongue over my lips. “It’s
my birthday. I’m officially too old for playing games.”
He kisses me and I let him. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol, the
atmosphere, the way that my sweat covered body feels against his. All I know is
that I enjoy it too much for someone who’s just had her heart broken. My entire
body melts against him as he works my tongue with his own. The familiar pull of
hot desire grabs at my belly and my nipples harden. I consider pulling away,
but I’m shoved to the side before I have the chance.
“Get the fuck off of her,” Sebastian growls.
“Whoa! Chill,” Kyle replies.
“It would be wise for you to say your goodbyes and walk away,”
Sebastian suggests.
My blood runs cold when I look up at him. His gray eyes are edging
dangerously close to black. His teeth are gritted and the vein on his forehead
is visible. I watch as his flexed jaw clenches with tension.This is why I can’t be with him.The demons that live inside of him,
fueling this aggression. I can’t be around it. I’m not safe.
“Let’s go, Kyle,” I say, desperately. “No one wants any trouble.”
“You can’t be serious,” Sebastian scoffs. “You’re not going
anywhere with him, Danielle.”
He grabs my arm and I feel as though my heart leaps into my
throat. Remembering to focus on my breathing, I fight the panic attack that I
can feel coming on.
“Let go of me, Sebastian,” I reply. “This isn’t the place for
this.”
“You’re not going anywhere, but outside with me,” he says, pulling
me off the dance floor.
“I don’t think so, Black,” Kyle says. “I get it. You screwed
things up and now you can’t live with yourself. I’ve been there, but this
possessive bullshit isn’t going to happen tonight. Danielle isn’t one of your
properties. You don’t get to decide who can or cannot enter.”
Before I can say anything in my own defense, Sebastian’s fist
meets Kyle’s jaw. I scream for them to stop, but it’s useless. Kyle stumbles a
little before retaliating and hitting Sebastian on the corner of his eye.
Everyone around us comes to a stop. I can barely hear my own thoughts as chants
and screams break out from the crowd.
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Run To You by
Kandice Michelle Young
I moved to New York for a fresh
start. I did not move here to fall for a
man like Sebastian.
Sebastian Black came into my life
like a storm in the peak of the night…dark, raging, all-consuming, and
guaranteed to leave destruction in his wake. From the moment our eyes met, he
had a hold on me. I wanted, craved, and needed him like nothing I had ever
desired before.
The problem was he needed total
submission. From the moment he handed me the contract, I knew what he was
proposing would destroy me. What I had not planned was his ability to make me
crave destruction. I would lose myself in him. Sebastian knew how to take me
over the edge, and before I even knew it, I wanted to go freefalling.
It was evident that my past had
the ability to destroy us. What I had not calculated was the power of his to do
the same. My dark, brooding, impeccably sexual, alpha-male had his own crosses
to bear. I was not sure I was strong enough to handle them, or the woman who
helped chain him there.
Kandice is…
…a serial lover of all things
pink, self-proclaimed chocoholic, home-schooling mother, and wannabe yogi.
Her debut erotica novel, Run to
You, the first in the series Run, is coming soon.
Kandi’s love of storytelling can
be traced back to her fourth grade year, when a history lesson on Native
Americans became too unimaginative for her liking. She took it upon
herself to liven things up by creating a story that was based on half-truths
about a self-named Indian Princess. Kandice is in fact of Native American
heritage (her great-grandmother was a full-blooded Cherokee) and in her own
mind a princess, so you can see where her inspiration came from. Her
story was a huge hit with friends, and an author was born.
Kandice was born and raised in
rural Arkansas, where she currently lives with her husband and three children.
Though, if you ask her she’ll confirm that her soul is lost somewhere on the
west coast waiting for the day that her body can rejoin it.
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