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Our foreheads pressed together, Duncan looks at me and smiles as he tries to catch his breath.

“I fucking love you so much,” he pants.

“Fucking love me?” I ask with a laugh. “Or love fucking me?”

“Both,” he amends, nodding. “Definitely both.”

I kiss him and then smile. “That goes for me too, Duncan. Both,” I say. “But, I do. I love you so much. More than I can even say and I’m looking forward to spending our lives together.”

He nods. “We’re going to live our best lives together, Alexis,” he says. “You are my everything.”

I feel the tears of joy welling in my eyes and do my best to bite them back. I’m not one who likes to cry, but Duncan seems to just instinctively know how to activate all of my emotions.

“You’re my world, baby,” I tell him. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Alexis,” he says. “I love you more each and every day.”

He kisses me again and lifts me up to my feet. But he doesn’t stop there. I squeal as he picks me up in his arms. Duncan carries me like I don’t weigh anything at all, and I’m so wrapped up in the kiss and how he makes me feel that I don’t realize where he’s taking me. Until he pulls away and laughs. I look into his smiling face and only then do I realize what he’s doing.

“You better no –”

My words turn into a scream as Duncan drops me from our deck into the pristine waters below. I hear him laughing a moment before I hit the water and go under completely. I swim to the surface and look up, spitting out a mouthful of water, ready to give him hell. But Duncan isn’t standing on the deck where I can see him. I paddle over to the ladder, ready to climb up when I feel a pair of hands grab me from behind. I let out a scream as I spin around and find myself staring into those rich brown eyes I love so much.

“You are a jerk!” I yell, giggling.

“You were so hot, I thought I needed to cool you down, so I didn’t burn myself.”

“Oh, that’s smooth,” I say.

“Isn’t it?”

Duncan kisses me again and wraps his strong arms around me. I cling to him, and he holds the ladder with one hand as we sway with the gentle current of the ocean. Wrapped in our bubble of blissful ecstasy, we continue to rise and fall on the slow rolling waves that pass by, somehow adding an almost dreamlike quality to what really is a fairy tale. If you would have told me I’d have a baby, be married to the most wonderful, sexiest man in the world, and would be fucking his brains out in Bora Bora a couple years ago – I would have laughed at you.

But this is my life now. This is really my life.

For all of the hardships I endured growing up, and for all of my trials and tribulations, I never expected to have a life like this. I never knew I could know love or happiness as deep and profound as what I have right now. And I never knew I could have a life that’s so – perfect.

This life, this love, and this happiness is mine. I am never, ever going to let go of it.

THE END





Accidentally In Love (Sample)





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What did I do when I bumped into a gorgeous billionaire?



Well, I called him an “a*shole” and an assortment of colorful names.

Turns out I was completely in the wrong.

Then I ended up falling into his arms… literally.

He saved me, and I kissed him.

I, Paige Samuels, a might as well be virgin wallflower, kissed a stranger.

But Liam Anderson is more than rugged and swoon-worthy.

He’s also broken, cold, and emotionally unavailable.

So, what could a wealthy recluse and a failing bookstore owner have in common?

Other than amazing, mind-blowing sex…?



A dark secret in this small town that could destroy us both.

Liam may do everything in his power to protect me.

But will this secret and my terrible luck with love, drive us apart?





Chapter One: Liam





The afternoon is waning as I sit at my desk, staring out of the window at the sprawl of downtown Seattle. In the distance, the Space Needle rises high, the point of it lost in the clouds, the structure appearing to pierce the overcast sky.

It’s a cold and dreary day in Seattle, which is fine. It actually suits my mood perfectly. I have a thousand emails that I need to return and other business to attend to, but I can’t stop staring at the email on the computer screen in front of me. I reread the words I had read a thousand times already and still can’t believe it.

I scroll down the page, already knowing what I’d find and not wanting to see it again. Yet, unable to stop myself from looking anyway, I continue on. Attached to the bottom of the email is a photograph of her. She is dressed in black lingerie that I’ve never seen before. The kind of lingerie she used to wear for me early on. Black stockings, heels, and black, lacy panties with a matching bra.

The kind of outfit I haven’t seen her wear in ages.

The worst thing is that this is only one of the dozens, maybe even hundreds, of emails and photographs that I discovered, dating back several years. My father always used to tell me that I shouldn’t open doors I’m not ready to walk through. This is one of those times that I wish I would have listened to his advice.