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Series: Teaching Willow: Session 2
Author: Paige James
Publication Date: April 8, 2014
Hosted by: Wordsmith Publicity
Infatuated. That’s how it began.
Desperate. That’s when it escalated.
Addicted. That’s what I’ve become.
Just when I think that I’ve discovered the one thing I wouldn’t do for Ebon, the one extreme to which I would not go, I find myself exceeding it. Looking back with regret, looking forward with dread, and living the now like it’s all I’ve got.
Because it is.
It’s pure bliss. It’s unimaginable hell. It’s all I know, all I want to know. A runaway train that I can’t stop, one that I don’t really want to.
But disaster is coming. It will turn sweet into bitter, deception into devastation. Perfection into wreckage.
Ruin. That’s what’s coming.
Ruin.
Desperate. That’s when it escalated.
Addicted. That’s what I’ve become.
Just when I think that I’ve discovered the one thing I wouldn’t do for Ebon, the one extreme to which I would not go, I find myself exceeding it. Looking back with regret, looking forward with dread, and living the now like it’s all I’ve got.
Because it is.
It’s pure bliss. It’s unimaginable hell. It’s all I know, all I want to know. A runaway train that I can’t stop, one that I don’t really want to.
But disaster is coming. It will turn sweet into bitter, deception into devastation. Perfection into wreckage.
Ruin. That’s what’s coming.
Ruin.
Excerpt
Rather than answering me right
away, Ebon slides his hand up from my ribs to touch my cheek. He peers deeply into my eyes, so much so that
cold chills break out across my chest.
This is the kind of look that, as Willow, I would’ve given anything to
see on his face. “Please don’t regret
letting me in. You can tell me anything, Sage.
I won’t ever judge you and it won’t change the way I feel about
you. You know that, right?”
In this moment, with his body heat enveloping me, his
fingers resting against my face and his eyes pouring into mine like warm
liquid, I do know that. I believe
him.
“I know,” I whisper, trying to smile.
Ebon leans close enough to brush my lips with his. “Good, because I want to know you. Inside and out. I want to know what makes you
tick as much as I want to know every place on your body that brings you
pleasure.” His words are quiet and
sincere. “I want to know what’s going
through your head when I touch you and kiss you, but also when you watch a sad
movie or hear a baby laugh.”
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About the author
My name is Paige James. I'm a fairly shy bookworm and lover of all things romantic and steamy. I'm a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a drinker of wine, an animal advocate (even the ones that look like rodents) and a spinner of tales. Thank you for taking a chance on my work. You're making this working girl's dream come true.
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