I’m too dark for her light.
I am who I am,
and I won’t apologize for it.
I don’t know how
to be...
Normal.
I have my
reasons.
I've been
through hell.
I've touched the
flames themselves and I've danced with the devil.
Intimately.
Damnation
torched my soul until it was black.
Then I see her.
I'm enthralled,
but I can't speak to her.
She's too pure.
Too fragile.
Too innocent.
She doesn't need
to see my torched soul.
She doesn't need
to taste my damnation.
I watch what I
can't have.
I swear I'll
protect her.
Even if she
doesn't know I'm there.
I get more...
Enthralled.
She loves books.
I wonder if I
could love them too.
She loves wine.
I imagine us
sharing a glass.
Imagination.
What a tease.
Enthralled.
Entranced.
Obsessed.
She feels me
there.
Sees me out of
the corner of her eye.
I'm the reason
the hair on the back of her neck is standing up.
But I stay in
the shadows where I belong.
Until I can't.
Until the day I
see her cry.
Those tears feel
like open wounds.
I want to heal
them.
But all she does
is run.
So I follow.
Enthralled.
Entranced.
Obsessed.
RUTHLESS.
K.L. Savage decided they were tired of looking for the kind of books they wanted to read. They had an itch that needed to be scratched, and as every girl knows, nothing scratches better than an alpha.
They write about
gritty, alpha males, sometimes their dark sides, and the women they love.
If you have the same itch, their alpha males should fix that.
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