"You want a taste of what I can give you? Well, you know what, princess?" he sneered. "Get in the fucking line.”
Words that describe Caleb Montgomery: sinfully erotic, unbearably cold, beautifully devastating. Once upon a time, Maddie Ashby thought that he was the man of her dreams. But the boy with obsidian eyes that she’d once adored is long gone, replaced by a man whose broken past has molded and shaped him into someone unrecognizably cruel and hardened.
One mistake brings them together. Another will change both of their lives forever.
Note: Intended for mature audiences over 18+. This is a STANDALONE novel and can be read on its own even though it’s part of a series. No cliffhanger!
Caleb’s eyes followed the pink flash of her tongue. A shot of adrenaline pumped through her body when she saw him swallow, hard. His voice was huskier when he asked, “You want to be kissed, princess?”
Maddie sharply inhaled. She didn’t even need to answer. Caleb saw her enthusiasm, the way her eyes widened ever so slightly, how her cheeks flushed pink, how she leaned forward.
He gave her a dark, knowing smirk that made her breath quicken. Stepping even closer, although their bodies still didn’t touch, he murmured, “Do you want to know something, Maddie? I haven’t kissed a woman in almost eight years.” Her brows drew, struggling to process his words. “But I have fucked a lot of women in eight years. What does that tell you?”
Maddie ignored the searing flash of jealousy and the bitter burn of humiliation that swept through her. How many women had experienced the man she’d once wanted all to herself?
Her tongue felt glued to the roof of her mouth. “I know what you’re trying to do,” she whispered.
“And what’s that?”
“Scare me away,” she answered truthfully, the words tumbling from her lips. “But do you want to know what I think? I think you’re scared of me.”
“And why would I be afraid of you?” he asked, his defenses rising. A tangible wall. His eyes swept over her. His desire was gone, replaced with something that made her want to shrink away, something like disdain. The high that she felt taking charge had disappeared and she was left shaking as she came down. “You’re just some irresponsible, spoiled, desperate little girl, wanting a taste of what I can give you. Well, you know what, princess? Get in the fucking line.”
Emilia Winters has been reading and writing stories since childhood. She discovered her passion for writing romance early on and never looked back. After graduating from the University of California, Irvine with a B.A. in English, she happily pursued her dream of becoming a self-published author. When she's not dreaming up sizzling moments between her characters, she's either watching old reruns of The Golden Girls or drinking tea. She currently lives in California, secretly hoping for rain as she soaks up the sun. Visit her at emiliawinters.com.