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HATED YOU THEN (LOVE HURTS #1) by MONICA ROBINSON

 
 
 
 
 
 
From Wall Street Journal & USA Bestselling Author M. Robinson comes Hated You Then, book 1 in the Love Hurts Duet. 
Release Date: September 17th
A coming of age, enemies to lovers, contemporary romance filled with angst and all the feels. 
I couldn’t remember a time before her… Harley Jameson.
 
Before she owned me.
Hated Me.
Needed me.
 
Before I hated her…
 
Things were simple.
We had an understanding.
Bully. Fight. Hate. It’s what we did.
Mind. Body. Soul. It’s how we loved.
 
I thought nothing would ever change that, until everything did.
 
She was mine.

Always had been.
Always would be.
Nothing altered that.
Not how much I hated her.
Not how much she hated me.
Especially, not how much I hated…
 

 

That I LOVED her.







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Wall Street Journal & USA Bestselling Author M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein. 


She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She was pursuing her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left. However, she dropped out of school and became a fulltime writer.


She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German Shepherd mixes, Kobe and trooper, a Wheaten Terrier, Teddy and a Tabby cat, Gio. 


She feels blessed to be living her dream.


 


 
 

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Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
And all that fucking shit.
I had killed.
I had sacrificed.
The innocent and the corrupt. I knew blood and I knew
violence.
Never imagining I could know love too.
Mia Ryder was a woman to love. To cherish. To fucking claim.
Now, forever, and every day in between.
If there was anyone I’d go to Hell and back for, it was her.
Even if meant, going to war with…
My fucking brother.


“Don’t fuck with me, Noah. I gotta enough fuckin’ bullshit
to deal with. Don’t need your shit, too.”
“Tell me, Creed… she’s yours right?” he questioned,
narrowing his eyes at me. “Then what’s her favorite color?”
I jerked back like he had hit me. Knowing exactly where he
was going with this.
“Time’s up. It’s pink. How about her middle name? Don’t
remember?” he mocked, cocking his head to the side. “They wanted to name her
Savannah after her grandmother who died of cancer. She never even got to meet
her. But instead it’s Alexandra, after her momma. Why don’t you tell me her
favorite thing to eat? Or drink? Favorite book? Or movie? How about you tell me
anythin’ that doesn’t include what she sounds like when she’s fuckin’ gettin’
off?”
“You little shit! Congrats, Noah, on knowin’ some trivial
bullshit. I know what shes’s feelin’ by just lookin’ at her. I know what she’s
thinkin’ without her sayin’ one goddamn word to me. And fuck yeah, I know how
she likes to be touched, kissed, fucked and I’d rather be the man who knows all
that, plus how to fuckin’ get her off,” I snarled, stepping up to him again. He
didn’t cower, if anything he stood taller. “Who the fuck you think you are,
Noah?”
“The right man for her, that’s who.”
“Is that right? So what, you tellin’ me you love her? You
love Mia?”
There was no hesitation with his response, when he clearly
replied with, “Yeah, Creed. I fuckin’ do.”
“Don’t start a war you can’t fuckin’ win, baby brother.”
“Consider this my breach.”
I nodded slowly, backing away. Taking everything in while
battling the urge to lay him the fuck out.
The lines were drawn now. Each of us on the opposite side
for the first time in all our lives but if there was anyone I would go to hell
and back for it was Mia Ryder. Even if it meant going to war with…
My fucking brother.




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M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has
angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been
reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein. 
She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. 
She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces.
They have two German Shepherd mixes and a Wheaten and a Tabby cat. 
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I was ruthless.
I was feared.
I had sacrificed. Myself. Her. Everything…
Living in a world where I was worth more dead than alive was
a choice. I was a bad man, never claimed to be anything else. I’ve done things
I’m not proud of. Seen things that can’t be unseen. I’ve caused pain that I
can’t undo.
It was all my choice.
Every decision.
Every order.
Right and wrong never mattered.
Until her.
She was under my protection, until she became my obsession.
But who was going to save her…
From. Me. The devil himself.
Fate brought us together. Destiny destroyed us.


“Go stretch again, cariño,” I ordered in a dominant tone. Nodding to the barre.
“I’m fine,” she stubbornly replied. Shaking her legs and arms out. Getting back into position, looking at me through the mirror.
I cocked my head to the side, arching an eyebrow. She narrowed her eyes at me, but begrudgingly listened. I pressed play, allowing the melody to once again take over. She placed her leg on the lowest barre, making her ass stick out in my direction.
Tempting me.
She closed her eyes, needing to get lost in the music, wanting to push away all the negative thoughts, already feeling discouraged. I stood, taking off my suit jacket. Rolling up the sleeves of my collared shirt as I stepped onto the hardwood floor. I slowly came up behind her, catching her off guard.
She froze, turning around, opening her eyes. Peering up at me through her lashes. “What are you doing?”
I leaned forward against her ear, grinning. “I’m helping you stretch.” Getting down on my knees in front of her.
Her eyes dilated. The feeling of disappointment replaced with nothing but lust. She placed her arms out to the side, resting up against the barre, supporting her weight. I grabbed her ankle, lifting it up in the air, rubbing along her leg as it was fully stretched, before setting it on the lowest barre. Running my other hand up her side, easing her over toward the extended leg. She understood what I was doing, reaching for her ankle, stretching. Standing back up, bringing her arms above her head, I caressed along her leg again, casually turning her torso so her leg was still placed on the barre behind her.
Her breathing hitched as I touched her all over her lower body. My lips softly kissing the inside of her thigh to where she wanted my mouth the most.
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reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein. 
She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She
is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left. 
She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces.
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They say in order to find yourself you have to go home.
What if home was what you’re running from?
Where did that leave you?
Always on the other side of the fence.
Always looking in.
Always wishing you were someone you couldn’t be.
Until one day you meet her.
The one.
She was my high, but she was also…
My demise.

Colors
blended together making it hard to focus on one thing. I blinked a few times
and just like that…
I
saw her face.
As
if she was standing right in front of me.
Smiling.
Happy.
Laughing.
My
whole world…
My
girl.
I
felt my lips curl up slightly at the vision as I reached out for her. Wanting
to touch her, needing to hold her, yearning to kiss her. Craving, God, craving
to fucking love her.
“I’m
sorry,” I murmured out loud to no one but the illusion of my drug-infested
mind. “I’m so fucking sorry,” I repeated repentantly, longing for her to
believe me.
Aching
for her to love me again like she used to.
I
don’t know how long I sat there, staring at her beautiful face before my eyes,
subconsciously rubbing the tattooed key that was placed over my heart. I
couldn’t take it anymore, and the desire won over the haze.
It
was too powerful.
It
was too vivid.
I
grabbed my phone. “Baby,” I said into the speaker. The ringing quickly
followed, going straight to voicemail. I hung up and tried again. “Baby,” I
urged with desperation in my tone.
Still
nothing.
I
tried again and again and again.
I
would try until the end of time if that’s what it took for her to answer.
To
talk to me.
To
save me.
To
crave me.
Time
just seemed to standstill, as my life slowly played out in front of me. Trying
to balance in between the light and the darkness when all I could see was gray.
“What?!”
she screamed into the phone, finally answering after I don’t know how many
failed attempts. “What the hell do you want now?”
“Mi
cielo.” I breathed a sigh of relief.
She
ignored my term of endearment. I hadn’t called her that in such a long time.
My
heaven.
“What
do you want, Austin? Why are you calling me? We’re over! I can’t do this
anymore!”  
I shut
my eyes and let my mind wonder, allowing it to go to another place in time
where she didn’t hate me.
“I
remember the first time I made you smile,” I chuckled, as if it had just
happened.
My
nerves were on fire. The mere sound of her breathing through the phone was too
intense for me. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry.
“I
remember when you used to smile just for me. Do you remember, baby? Do you
remember what my love feels like?”
I
heard her faintly breathing.
“Do
you remember my hands on you? My lips? My tongue? The first time I made you
come with my mouth? Do you remember all the times since? Tell me I’m not
forgotten. Tell me you remember, baby.”
Silence.
“I
love you, Briggs. I love you so fucking much. You’re killing me, don’t you see
that? I’m dying without you.”
“No,
Austin. You were dying with me,” she rasped, knowing that it killed her to say
that.
“The
first time I saw your face, I thought to myself, damn, this beautiful girl is
goin’ to be the death of me. You were perfect in every way. I was a cocky son
of a bitch who needed you then, as much as I need you now.” 
More
silence.
“I
had a dream about you, baby. I always fucking dream about you. In my dream you
had a ring on your finger. A ring I put there. You belonged to me. Only mine.
Forever fucking mine. You were pregnant, Briggs. You looked so goddamn happy. I
saw light at the end of the tunnel for the first time in years.”
She
sniffled into the phone.
“I
made love to you. Slow, just the way you love. Taking my time to touch every
last inch of your body. Memorizing every last bit of you. Making you come until
you begged me to stop. I didn’t.”
“I
can’t—” she tried to interject, but I didn’t let up.
“I
kissed your stomach. Our baby. Letting my lips linger there, whispering sweet
lullabies, letting her know daddy will always be there. Baby, it was so real.
For a second I gave you the one thing you so desperately wanted, the one thing
I can’t give you.”


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cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters
Club and R.L. Stein. She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She
is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German
Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.

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I knew right then and there…
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This. Fucking. Girl.
Was going to be the end of me.


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They say in order to find yourself you have to go home.
What if home was what you’re running from?
Where did that leave you?
Always on the other side of the fence.
Always looking in.
Always wishing you were someone you couldn’t be.
Until one day you meet her.
The one.
She was my high, but she was also…
My demise.

Colors
blended together making it hard to focus on one thing. I blinked a few times
and just like that…
I
saw her face.
As
if she was standing right in front of me.
Smiling.
Happy.
Laughing.
My
whole world…
My
girl.
I
felt my lips curl up slightly at the vision as I reached out for her. Wanting
to touch her, needing to hold her, yearning to kiss her. Craving, God, craving
to fucking love her.
“I’m
sorry,” I murmured out loud to no one but the illusion of my drug-infested
mind. “I’m so fucking sorry,” I repeated repentantly, longing for her to
believe me.
Aching
for her to love me again like she used to.
I
don’t know how long I sat there, staring at her beautiful face before my eyes,
subconsciously rubbing the tattooed key that was placed over my heart. I
couldn’t take it anymore, and the desire won over the haze.
It
was too powerful.
It
was too vivid.
I
grabbed my phone. “Baby,” I said into the speaker. The ringing quickly
followed, going straight to voicemail. I hung up and tried again. “Baby,” I
urged with desperation in my tone.
Still
nothing.
I
tried again and again and again.
I
would try until the end of time if that’s what it took for her to answer.
To
talk to me.
To
save me.
To
crave me.
Time
just seemed to standstill, as my life slowly played out in front of me. Trying
to balance in between the light and the darkness when all I could see was gray.
“What?!”
she screamed into the phone, finally answering after I don’t know how many
failed attempts. “What the hell do you want now?”
“Mi
cielo.” I breathed a sigh of relief.
She
ignored my term of endearment. I hadn’t called her that in such a long time.
My
heaven.
“What
do you want, Austin? Why are you calling me? We’re over! I can’t do this
anymore!”  
I shut
my eyes and let my mind wonder, allowing it to go to another place in time
where she didn’t hate me.
“I
remember the first time I made you smile,” I chuckled, as if it had just
happened.
My
nerves were on fire. The mere sound of her breathing through the phone was too
intense for me. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry.
“I
remember when you used to smile just for me. Do you remember, baby? Do you
remember what my love feels like?”
I
heard her faintly breathing.
“Do
you remember my hands on you? My lips? My tongue? The first time I made you
come with my mouth? Do you remember all the times since? Tell me I’m not
forgotten. Tell me you remember, baby.”
Silence.
“I
love you, Briggs. I love you so fucking much. You’re killing me, don’t you see
that? I’m dying without you.”
“No,
Austin. You were dying with me,” she rasped, knowing that it killed her to say
that.
“The
first time I saw your face, I thought to myself, damn, this beautiful girl is
goin’ to be the death of me. You were perfect in every way. I was a cocky son
of a bitch who needed you then, as much as I need you now.” 
More
silence.
“I
had a dream about you, baby. I always fucking dream about you. In my dream you
had a ring on your finger. A ring I put there. You belonged to me. Only mine.
Forever fucking mine. You were pregnant, Briggs. You looked so goddamn happy. I
saw light at the end of the tunnel for the first time in years.”
She
sniffled into the phone.
“I
made love to you. Slow, just the way you love. Taking my time to touch every
last inch of your body. Memorizing every last bit of you. Making you come until
you begged me to stop. I didn’t.”
“I
can’t—” she tried to interject, but I didn’t let up.
“I
kissed your stomach. Our baby. Letting my lips linger there, whispering sweet
lullabies, letting her know daddy will always be there. Baby, it was so real.
For a second I gave you the one thing you so desperately wanted, the one thing
I can’t give you.”


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Me
Amazon US
➸Forbid
Me
Amazon US
➸Undo
Me
Amazon US
➸Crave
Me
Amazon US

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Bestselling author of The
VIP Trilogy, Tempting Bad, Two Sides Gianna, and The Good Ol’ Boys series. M.
Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles,
cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters
Club and R.L. Stein. She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She
is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German
Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.

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They say in order to find yourself you have to go home.
What if home was what you’re running from?
Where did that leave you?
Always on the other side of the fence.
Always looking in.
Always wishing you were someone you couldn’t be.
Until one day you meet her.
The one.
She was my high, but she was also…
My demise.

Colors
blended together making it hard to focus on one thing. I blinked a few times
and just like that…
I
saw her face.
As
if she was standing right in front of me.
Smiling.
Happy.
Laughing.
My
whole world…
My
girl.
I
felt my lips curl up slightly at the vision as I reached out for her. Wanting
to touch her, needing to hold her, yearning to kiss her. Craving, God, craving
to fucking love her.
“I’m
sorry,” I murmured out loud to no one but the illusion of my drug-infested
mind. “I’m so fucking sorry,” I repeated repentantly, longing for her to
believe me.
Aching
for her to love me again like she used to.
I
don’t know how long I sat there, staring at her beautiful face before my eyes,
subconsciously rubbing the tattooed key that was placed over my heart. I
couldn’t take it anymore, and the desire won over the haze.
It
was too powerful.
It
was too vivid.
I
grabbed my phone. “Baby,” I said into the speaker. The ringing quickly
followed, going straight to voicemail. I hung up and tried again. “Baby,” I
urged with desperation in my tone.
Still
nothing.
I
tried again and again and again.
I
would try until the end of time if that’s what it took for her to answer.
To
talk to me.
To
save me.
To
crave me.
Time
just seemed to standstill, as my life slowly played out in front of me. Trying
to balance in between the light and the darkness when all I could see was gray.
“What?!”
she screamed into the phone, finally answering after I don’t know how many
failed attempts. “What the hell do you want now?”
“Mi
cielo.” I breathed a sigh of relief.
She ignored
my term of endearment. I hadn’t called her that in such a long time.
My
heaven.
“What
do you want, Austin? Why are you calling me? We’re over! I can’t do this
anymore!”  
I
shut my eyes and let my mind wonder, allowing it to go to another place in time
where she didn’t hate me.
“I
remember the first time I made you smile,” I chuckled, as if it had just
happened.
My
nerves were on fire. The mere sound of her breathing through the phone was too
intense for me. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry.
“I
remember when you used to smile just for me. Do you remember, baby? Do you
remember what my love feels like?”
I
heard her faintly breathing.
“Do
you remember my hands on you? My lips? My tongue? The first time I made you
come with my mouth? Do you remember all the times since? Tell me I’m not
forgotten. Tell me you remember, baby.”
Silence.
“I
love you, Briggs. I love you so fucking much. You’re killing me, don’t you see
that? I’m dying without you.”
“No,
Austin. You were dying with me,” she rasped, knowing that it killed her to say
that.
“The
first time I saw your face, I thought to myself, damn, this beautiful girl is
goin’ to be the death of me. You were perfect in every way. I was a cocky son
of a bitch who needed you then, as much as I need you now.” 
More
silence.
“I
had a dream about you, baby. I always fucking dream about you. In my dream you
had a ring on your finger. A ring I put there. You belonged to me. Only mine.
Forever fucking mine. You were pregnant, Briggs. You looked so goddamn happy. I
saw light at the end of the tunnel for the first time in years.”
She
sniffled into the phone.
“I
made love to you. Slow, just the way you love. Taking my time to touch every
last inch of your body. Memorizing every last bit of you. Making you come until
you begged me to stop. I didn’t.”
“I
can’t—” she tried to interject, but I didn’t let up.
“I
kissed your stomach. Our baby. Letting my lips linger there, whispering sweet
lullabies, letting her know daddy will always be there. Baby, it was so real.
For a second I gave you the one thing you so desperately wanted, the one thing
I can’t give you.”

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VIP Trilogy, Tempting Bad, Two Sides Gianna, and The Good Ol’ Boys series. M.
Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles,
cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters
Club and R.L. Stein. She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She
is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German
Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.
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Ysabelle
They say in order to find yourself you have to go home, but
what if home is what you’re escaping from. I went to Miami to discover myself;
never in my wildest dreams, did I think home would become a three-letter word.
VIP.
I was the dream.
I was the illusion.
I was the fantasy.
Until him…
Everything went to hell in hand basket the moment we laid
eyes on each other.
I wanted him.
He wanted me.
Sebastian
I have always been a man who made decisions based on other
people’s feelings, wants, and desires.
I was selfless.
I never wanted to hurt anyone.
Especially her.
The moment I met her… I wanted her.
I loved her.
For the woman she was.
For the woman she wanted to be.
But most of all…
For the woman she was, when she was with me.
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Some people need love…

I need sex, money, control, and power.

Anyone could have those four things, but only one could have
VIP. Becoming Madam was never a choice for me, it was a mandated order from the
most powerful woman I knew- my mother. I was born to fill her shoes, never to
make mistakes, or to show weakness.

You are the product of your environment. They say the apple
doesn’t fall far from the tree; you learn from what you see, not from what
you’re told. Nature vs. Nurture. I learned from it all; what I saw, what I
didn’t see, what I was told, and from reading between the lines.

I was raised with the belief that the world spun ONLY
because of me. I held power as far back as I can remember, saw things no one
ever talks about, and witnessed illegal acts of sex, drugs, and money by the
time I was eighteen.

You saw a glimpse of me in VIP, now see it from the
beginning. Enter my world where anything goes; no judgments, no remorse, no
guilt. You play by my rules, or you don’t play at all. There are no limits to
what I can do, or to what I can show you…I will ensure my legacy by any means
necessary.

My name is Lilith Veronica Stone, and I am The Madam.

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Ysabelle

I love you.
Three words that can make or break you.
I thought I needed to find myself. I thought I wasn’t happy.
I thought I needed more out of life.
I didn’t.
I’m more lost now than I was when I left. I have no answers,
just endless amounts of questions. It was only a matter of time until the truth
came to light. I never imagined it would change my entire life and everything I
thought to be true.
It was all a game.
Except I wasn’t a player.
I was a pawn.

Sebastian

The end.
Two words that have several meanings. I never thought I’d
lose her. But did I ever really have her…
Or did VIP?

Can love conquer all?

Warning: Book contains adult situations.

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It was only a matter of time until the truth came out.
I never thought it would come to this…
I tried, God knows I tried to stay away from her but
eventually I crossed that line and broke that trust. I could no longer go back
and I sure as fuck didn’t regret a single moment of it. I knew there would be
hell to pay, I knew the wrath I’d be facing but I would willingly take the
burns and scars just to have the love of my best friend’s sister.
If there is one person I’d willingly go to hell and back for
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“Is that right?” I replied arrogantly, centimeters from her
lips. “I don’t know you? Really? What part don’t I know? Maybe I don’t know the
way you move your hair to cover the side of your face when you’re nervous. Or
maybe I don’t know how you bite your bottom lip when you’re deep into your
strings. Or do you mean that I don’t know the way you freak out if it’s too
dark in a room and you won’t walk in? Or maybe I don’t know that you bite your
fingernails when you think no one is looking. Oh wait, here’s a good one. I
don’t know that you’re trembling in your skin right now. I don’t know that your
heart is beating a million miles a minute, your hands are clammy, and you can’t
swallow. How there are hundreds of thoughts going through your mind, but the
top one being how bad you want me to kiss you. How bad you want me to fuck you.
How bad you want me to claim every fucking inch of your perfect body,” I paused
to let my words sink in, and her flushed complexion gave away that everything I
was saying was true.
“You’re right. I don’t know you. I don’t see your gorgeous
smile in my sleep. I don’t hear that ridiculous giggle you have when I’m away
from you. I don’t see those dark brown eyes every time I close mine.” I leaned
in a little closer so she could feel my breath against her lips. “I don’t
stroke my cock to the memory of your sweet pussy pulsating down my shaft and
the taste of your come dripping down my chin.”

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She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She
is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left.
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It was only a matter of time until the truth came out. 
I never thought it would come to this… 
I tried, God knows I tried to stay away from her but eventually I crossed that line and broke that trust. I could no longer go back and I sure as fuck didn’t regret a single moment of it. I knew there would be hell to pay, I knew the wrath I’d be facing but I would willingly take the burns and scars just to have the love of my best friend’s sister. 
If there is one person I’d willingly go to hell and back for it was… 

Lillian Ryder
 
Standalone within a series. New Adult Contemporary Romance: Strong language and sexual content, not intended for readers under 18.
 
 
 
 
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The soft strumming of a guitar immediately assaulted my
senses, but that wasn’t what made the hair at the end of my arms stand at
attention. I closed my eyes needing to check my emotions and the thoughts that
attacked my mind at rapid speed.
One right after the other.
They were disastrous and unforgiving.
The strumming of the guitar was effortless and defined. I would
recognize it anywhere. No one could play like she could.
No one.
That voice…
It was smooth like silk but raw enough to give you chills.
That song…
Would be a permanent reminder of what I lost.
That night…
Would forever haunt me. My days and nights.
God… I couldn’t think of that night without my cock getting
hard and the shame engulfing me almost simultaneously. Metallica’s lyrics of
Nothing Else Matters took me back to another time, another place, where I
pretended that she was mine…
I was always hers.
Always.
Her face…
Her eyes…
Her body…
I remembered it all, and I hadn’t even looked up to see her.
I didn’t have to. She was engrained in my mind. In my heart. In my soul.
She sang the chorus over again with the emotions bleeding off
the strings of her guitar and her voice. The guitar solo followed making the
crowd scream and cheer for her talent. Her energy was fucking contagious, it
always had been. I felt it all around me even though I still hadn’t opened my
eyes to take her in. I knew she was biting her fucking lip, it didn’t matter
how many damn times I told her she was going to bite it off. I’d memorized the
feel of her lips against my mouth the way I’d take that same goddamn lip and
bite on it myself.
Wanting a piece of
her.
Needing a piece of
her.
Her voice dropped to a soft tone, as did her guitar. The
song ended and the crowd went even more wild and ravenous for her.
“Well, hello there fucking Nashville!”
They hollered higher and louder. She always knew how to work
a crowd.
“Welcome to Bootleggers! Who’s gettin’ fucked up tonight?”
“Yeah!” they shouted.
“Who’s gettin’ fucking laid tonight?”
They shouted again, whistling and clapping that time. I
shook my head with a smile I didn’t bother trying to hide.
“That’s what I’m talking about! Down and dirty in the
fuckin’ South!” she yelled in the same southern drawl she hated as a child.
“I’m going to take a little break—”
“Booooooo!”
She giggled and my cock twitched.
“I know, darlins’, I’m too fucking pretty to look at. I’ll
be back, I promise! In the meantime buy me a fuckin’ shot! My name’s Kid.”
I immediately looked up, right at her. I swear to God my
chest seized and she literally took my goddamn breath away. Wearing short daisy
dukes and a miniscule shirt that had “Whiskey Makes Me Frisky” written across
her breasts. The damn thing looked like it was as old as me. Her entire stomach
bare, her belly button now pierced and her long dark hair cascading down her
back, almost touching her ass. The tiny frame that I fucking loved was still
the same, but she looked grown up. Older. Her legs, her fucking legs. I
remembered them wrapped around me and I had to shake my head to erase the
images that had my cock hard and my heart heavy.

Best Selling Author M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein.
She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left.
She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German
Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.  
 
 
 
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