Showing results for "The Fractured" in Romantic Suspense

Loving Echo Kent was painful. Not the falling in love part, that was easy. One look at the tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed narcotics detective, and I knew I wanted him. A few months later, I knew I couldn’t live without him.

Is it so bad that I tricked my older brother’s best friend into taking my virginity? Maybe. In my defense, it was Dante Reid—my crush, my first love, and the one I ended up pushing away. Our paths split in opposite directions. I went to college on one coast while he returned to work with the US Army on the other. The end. Or so I thought. After graduating and attempting a bucket list of self-discovery, guess who I find standing outside the jail, bailing me out from a crime I didn’t commit? Dante freaking Reid—this time with more muscles, more tattoos, and more demands.

Our lands are fractured. They have been split into three since before my birth, but they were not always this way. Once, we prospered, magic filling our lands before it was locked away with them: the monsters. Now we suffer and starve even as our king grows stronger and richer. Then my sister is called upon to make the ultimate sacrifice. Unable to lose the one person I love, I take her place willingly, protecting her the only way I can.

Damaged. Broken. Destroyed. I’ve heard it all. A single moment of trusting the wrong person shattered my life into pieces, and my family has never looked at me the same. It’s impossible to convince them that I’m anything more than the broken girl they rescued all those years ago. Until I meet him. Ramsey’s grumpy demeanor and menacing scowl scare most of the world away. But not me. Not when I’ve seen his gentle hands soothe an abused colt or comfort a terrified mare.

"You think this is just a game, Gloria?" he growls, his grip tightening on my hips. "Your father is watching us consummate this engagement. Give him the show he wants." What starts as a humiliating order becomes eight hours of pleasure I never knew existed. I should hate him for claiming me like this. Instead, I'm addicted to every commanding touch. The perfect mafia princess doesn't fall for her family's sworn enemy. She doesn't fantasize about his punishment every night. And she sure as hell doesn't plot patricide with her forced fiancé.

I told her my secrets and she told me gilded lies. The words that dripped from her lips like honey were nothing but empty promises. Her betrayal blindsided me. Posie had been my constant. My anchor. My calm. Until she wasn’t. Now she’s my enemy. Before I could even the score, she fled to the other side of the country where she thought she was safe from my wrath.

Finn Knowles–the rebel without a voice. That’s me. But just because I choose to keep quiet doesn’t mean there isn’t a raging fire burning inside. Still waters run deep, after all, and there’s a lot of secrets I’ve kept hidden from the world. Art has always been my escape from the evil that’s tried to drag me down. It was all I had. Until her. Effy Spencer is like nobody I’ve ever met, but everything I’ve ever wanted. In my dreams, I’m her whole world. In reality, I’m her worst nightmare.

I'm a pawn in a game between two powerful men. My captor, who I despise. The other I ran away from. Now, our paths cross again, and I hope he doesn't fall for the trap. We can't meet. It's forbidden. If we're caught, it'll doom us both.

I don’t often deny myself. If I want it, I’ll find a way to obtain it, not caring what lines I have to cross. She is the exception. Indie is forbidden; a toy that isn’t mine to break. But she is a pretty thing I’m eager to play with. For months I’ve tried to resist and keep my distance, but it would appear the fates are finally on my side because now she’s willingly come to me. She’s in trouble and I’m the only one who can help...that is if she’s willing to pay the price.

No puedo volver con mi familia. No soy digna de ellos, nunca podría volver a ser uno de ellos. La hermana que conocen, aman y recuerdan, no existe. Ya nunca más. Hasta él.... El que me acogió, me rescató de mis demonios, mis miedos, sanando mis cicatrices. Reconstruyéndome, poco a poco. No me acerco a la gente, y ciertamente no necesito a nadie. Hasta ella... Ahora, es todo lo que quiero, todo lo que necesito. El imbécil egoísta en mí, quiere robarla, tenerla solo para mí.