I've loved once. I gave everything that I had to that love. Blindly believing that nothing could ever take that feeling away from me. Away from us. And when my little world of happiness was ripped from my fingers, I felt a loss that still haunts me to this day. Now I use that lingering grief as a shield to keep my heart from loving again. It's that fear that keeps me from letting anyone, except my daughter, get close enough to make it hurt. To make my heart bleed when I inevitably lose again.
Until the day I met Liam Beckett and everything I thought I had protected myself from was shoved back in my face.
He's on a mission to prove to me that a love worth having is a love worth fighting for.
*Bleeding Love is the second book in the Hope Town series. It will follow Liam and Megan. Each book in the series is a HEA and can be read as a standalone.*
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3.5 Stars
Liam Beckett knows how to make a girl swoon. He give Cohen a run for his money! Bleeding Love is all about taking a chance at life and love again and it's exactly Megan did with Liam. But it's not without putting up a wall and having this hot-alpha male break it down.
Megan is a single mom, who lost her husband from war and was quickly accepted into the Hope Town crew. She's lost a lot and holds a few secrets of her own and that's why Liam is determined to breakthrough and make Megan live again. For her and her daughter, Molly.
Liam Beckett, policeman extraordinaire, he loves fiercely and wants Megan and prove that their chemistry is worth taking a chance on. He enlists Dani to help him breakdown Megan's walls. And slowly, but surely, Megan starts to melt at every little push that Liam gives her.
Bleeding Love is another easy, fun read that is full of heart, emotions and love. Liam Beckett knows how to give his woman a very HEA. Excited for the next installment in this series and it's always a plus when you get a little more of the older Corps Security men!
“Last
chance,” he tells me with a wicked grin.
“And this time I mean last one, darlin’.
We take this step and make no doubt about it, you will be mine. You give me this and I fucking promise you
that I will never make you regret taking that step. You ready to jump from that chapter you’ve
been skimming through and skip into mine?”
I give
him a smile, one that is full of confidence and not the least bit unsure as the
words that he had told me weeks before come back between us.
“I’m
ready.”
“Fuck,”
he groans. “Buckle up, baby.”
My smile
doesn’t slip for a second. Not when I
pull my belt across my chest. Not when
he slams the door and races to his own.
It grows wider when he slams the truck in drive and fishtails back onto
the path that will take us back toward town.
It isn’t until his big hand reaches out and takes my leg in his strong
hold that my smile slips slightly, but it only slips because my head falls back
and I whimper and try to rub my legs together to ease the ache between
them. I lose the smile completely when
my mouth drops open and that whimper turns into a loud whine as his long
fingers dance up my legs until he slips beneath the hem on my shorts and pushes
my panties to the side, pressing against my clit in sure movements that have me
panting in seconds.
“Fucking
drenched,” he grounds out through his tightly clamped teeth.
I roll my
head against the headrest and look across the cab at his face. His finger dips from my swollen clit and as
he drops his hand lower, his wrist twists slightly so that when he gets there
his finger slides deep inside me.
My legs
spread instantly when his thick finger fills me and I hear his rumbled groan
fill the space around us as he slides his finger as deep as his position allows
before pulling it back, then repeating his movements until I can feel myself
soaking his hand. If he keeps this up, I
won’t last. He adds a second finger and
my hand digs into the door and I reach out, wrapping my other around his
forearm and choke on shattered breaths when he thrusts his fingers so deep, I
feel like I’ve been electrocuted as he hits that
spot that has me panting, whimpering and begging incoherently.
“Please,
Lee, please,” I pant. How I formed those
words, I’ll never know.
“Fuck,”
he snarls, the sound making my arousal spike even higher. “You’ll call me that when I’m so deep inside
you my balls will be soaked with this sweetness.”
His
fingers curl and I pant, my hand cramping around the force of my grip.
“Please,
oh God. Not without you, please.”
I pray he
understands my plea and when he curses, I know he gets me. His hand leaves my pants and I cry out,
causing him to spit out a string of curses that would make a sailor blush. His leg slams down and I feel the truck pick
up speed as I watch him take his fingers to his mouth and lick every drop of my
wetness from his skin.
“Holy
shit,” I exhale.
“You’re
getting my mouth first, darlin’. That
wasn’t enough of a taste and fuck me, I’m starved.”
I say
nothing, just continue to feel like my heart is about to slam from my chest as
I continue to shift my legs back and forth in attempt to ease the burn he’s lit
between my legs.
About the Author
Harper
lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from her hometown of Peachtree
City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the house they dubbed 'Estrogen
Ocean', much to her husband’s chagrin. Harper has a borderline unhealthy
obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with her eReader attached.
She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her favorite kind of
hero--the super alpha kind!
Harper
started using writing as a way to unwind when the house went to sleep at night;
and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect way to just relax. It didn't
take long before a head full of very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to
have their story told.
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