This Love Hurts, the all-new all-consuming romance guaranteed to bring the heat from Wall Street Journal bestselling author Willow Winters is available now!
USA Today Best Selling Author, Willow Winters, brings you an
all-consuming, sizzling romance featuring an epic, anti-hero you won't soon
forget.
That’s how I’d describe what happened to us.
Everything around me blurred and all that existed were his
lips, his touch…
We should have paid attention; we should have known that
it would come to this.
All we wanted was each other…
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Excerpt:
Even now, as I take each deliberate step through the glass
double doors that slide open automatically as I approach and feel the cool
breeze of early spring against my heated face, I try to rid myself of the
memories that flash before my eyes.
The bar. The
drinks. The feel of a chilled glass of
white wine mixed with the scent of whiskey from the man next to me. The court cases and late nights spent getting
lost in bed with a man I knew I shouldn’t be with. The flirtation, rules being broken.
My heels click as I remember losing my law license, as
every dreadful moment returns with the stain of blood. So much blood. Acts of passion that couldn’t be taken back. The pain that’s already present mingles with
so much more.
Wrapping my arms around myself, I attempt to protect my
body from the wind but it’s useless. The
weather isn’t what batters me.
The remembrance of his lips on mine and the searing heat
of his light touch, force a gasp from me.
It’s a short one full of longing, knowing those moments are now nothing
more than lost ghosts of the person I was.
Of the people we were before it all went to hell.
All of the memories are a cocktail that infuses into my
conscious thoughts as I listen to my keys clink while I unlock the door to my
sedan with a low beep that fills the practically vacant lot. From the time I entered the grocery store to
now, a mere fifteen minutes at that, the sun has decided to set, casting a
shade of red across the dark tree line of thick forest beyond the store parking
lot and stealing the light that was here only a moment ago.
The leather seat groans and the door shuts with a loud
thud. All I can do is sit here, my purse
now on the console. My keys in my right
hand, resting against my lap with the metal digging into my palm since I’m
gripping them so tight. My breathing
comes in faster and faster although I’m doing everything in my power to stay
calm. He’ll be here soon.
When I hear the click of the back door opening, the one
behind my seat, I close my eyes. He
didn’t make me wait long.
He enters the car accompanied by a chill from the evening
wind and the car rocks gently until he’s seated behind me and the door is shut. His scent fills my lungs first and as it
does, I remember that I’ve been told that smell is the sense that holds the
most memory. Maybe I read it somewhere,
but I’ve never known something to be truer than that fact is now.
When I open my eyes, his chilling gaze is on mine in the
rearview mirror and my treacherous heart chokes me in an attempt to
escape. It hovers at the base of my
throat, pounding viciously in protest.
I did always love him.
There wasn’t a moment that I didn’t love him.
He knows that. He
has to know that I still love him; we just simply couldn’t be together. We decided.
We decided together.
“You said you’d let me go,” I whisper, speaking over my
strangled breaths.
My gaze never leaves his, even as tears prick my
eyes. Not until he answers me.
“I changed my mind.
Meet Willow Winters
Willow Winters is so happy to be a USA Today, Wall Street Journal and #1 Contemporary Best Selling Author!
Willow started writing after having her little girl, Evie, December 2015. All during her pregnancy with Evie she continued to read and she only wanted to read romance. She was reading a book a day — sometimes two.
In January 2016 Willow was staying up late with Evie and just thinking of all these stories. They came to her constantly so she finally sat down and just started writing. She always wanted to do it so she figured, why not? Today Willow cannot be happier for making that decision!
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