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Broken Love and Forever Bound
by
Layla Stevens
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| Release date: May 1, 2014 |
~ Synopsis ~
Kayla
Ashby is bound by her terrifying past, but what haunts her most is her dreams.
Can Kayla's dreams be real? In her dreams, she can fulfill all her erotic
desires; she has no boundaries, and can be anyone or anything she wants. She
often finds herself with erotic clothing and using a whip and handcuffs.
Kayla
has a problem in real life dealing with her demons but at night, while she is
sleeping she is no longer the scared little girl she once was. Are her dreams
telling her who she really is? And can she break away from her fears to become
that person or will she be forever bound by her past?
Her
heart is bound to another. She has loved
him from the very beginning, but is she worthy of him and his love? Is it
possible to overcome all those thoughts and dreams that hold her back and move
on? Can Kayla overcome her abandonment issues and discover what it is like to
truly love?
Garrett
Winters holds his feelings close to his heart. Keeping his true feelings deep
inside, hidden from those who surround him, including the one who he wants
nothing more than to capture. Lovers come and go, but no one else comes close
to doing what they do for each other their bond is immeasurable.
Will
fate bring him to his true love or will he forever be bound to finding his
heart? When they cross paths again, can their love overcome or will they both
be forever, broken?
~ Excerpt ~
As I am finally outside I
can still hear the low beats of the music and I know that I am lost in my own
thoughts. I hear the doors open but never look over to see who it is. Like I
care, because I don’t know anyone but VI and Wyatt and I am sure she is taking
Wyatt to Heaven right about now. As I am caught up in my past life, I think to
myself I have to keep my past to myself. I have not even told VI everything
that happened or the real reason I am back home. I know the horror stories
better than anyone. Hell, I lived them. VI has questioned me why I never wear
shorts or skirts. I always change the subject because it makes me cry, and I am
tired of shedding tears for my past. I hate that fucking Foster family. The
damn Stantons. On the outside they were the perfect white collar family, had
money, and had clout within this damned city. But when we were home it was far
from perfect. The boys, or assholes as I call them, tortured me in all ways.
Wow, big flipping deal. They took everything from me. I have the stupid ass
scars to prove it. The bastards left me for dead. Sad thing is, I would not
even spit on them if they were burning alive in front me. I’d let the bastards
burn. I am still lost in my own thoughts, and I never even thought about
looking around to see who was out there with me. I know people are around, as I
can hear muffled conversations and even someone panting like they are having
sex out here in the open. I would not doubt it, as it is dark enough out here
and they would have the privacy, and it is turning me on like there is a damn
fire burning on the inside. I have to get some damn relief and fucking soon I
think to myself, but something still feels off. I still feel as though I am
being watched. I shake my head from right to left to just shake the feeling I
have, when all of a sudden I turn my head more to the left and there is he is.
Garrett is standing right fucking there staring at me with a look of pure
animal lust in his eyes. The things I want to do this man makes my insides
tingle. What the hell? Why am I feeling like this? The next thing I know, I am
pushed up against the side wall by the door and the railing that leads to the
parking area. He is kissing me with all his might. I am trying to fight him for
all of about negative 3 seconds. His hands are going all over my body and I am
so stunned by the intrusion that I can’t do anything. My hands are not moving,
but my body is betraying me in all aspects. I have a tingling sensation deep
down in my deepest part of my core. He is like a fucking itch I can’t scratch.
My nipples are so hard they are like diamonds. I can feel the wet spot on my
jeans, and all he is doing is kissing me. I am kissed like I am the last woman
alive. I see shooting stars in the back of my eyes. I feel myself surrender to
his kisses. I want this man so fucking bad, but I know I am not worth his time.
I never thought I’d see him again much less, kissing me like there is no tomorrow... “Holy Hell,” I
think to myself. I could die right now and be in heaven, but I have to fight
it, because I can’t let him know he is affecting me the way that he is.
~About the Author ~
I am 34 years old and writing my first book. I am
married to my husband David who is being very supportive of my choice to write
a book. {I think he likes the fact that I run ideas off his head.} But he would
never tell anyone that. I am blessed to be the mom of a little girl named Sage
who is the light of my life. {I call her Olga, and she hates it} I did not give
birth to her but I choose her. I am blessed with great friends who have always
had my back. I have a lot to learn in this world of writing but, so far I am
enjoying the ride. I am always willing to help out anyone who is in need all
you have to do is ask. I look forward to you
all reading my book. I hope that it sparks something inside of you that says wow. Love Always Layla
Stevens
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