Resurrection :
My husband is dead.
All that remains are our memories.
My children will never know their father.
I will never know how it feels to grow old with him.
All I have left are the voices.
The nightmare haunting me day and night.
Suffocating me.
Overpowering me.
Promising me it'll never let go.
The inner torment constantly telling me I’d be better off six feet under instead of him.
But the voices stop when I look up and suddenly he’s all that I see.
A beautiful stranger relentless on letting go but scared to hold me close after his own painful suffering Justin Gatz.
My boss.
My new best friend.
A savior I never expected.
*Dark psychological thriller. This book comes with many triggers. mental health, anxiety, depression, suicide, physical & mental abuse, rape & the loss of a child.
Peaches:
It doesn’t have to be a best seller.
It doesn’t have to be something new no one has ever read before.
So why am I over thinking and making this so damn difficult?
I need to focus. To push past the writer’s block, the fear, the taunting rejection that they’ll all think this new book of mine sucks a big fat dick! Am I allowed to say that? Screw it because I just did. I don’t need distractions. Especially mouth-watering, panty-dropping, dirty talking, self-gratifying distractions. Distractions that cause my breath to catch, my thighs to clench, my center to quickly dampen, and my brain to scream only two self-gratifying words.
Yes fucking please!
OK, that was three.
Never mind the fact that he’s my new boss. Forget the idea that he corners me into a fake engagement the first day we meet. Ignore the obvious attraction and the fact that I can’t, for the life of me, stay away from Mr. Brettly Beckett. What’s more, I don’t want to, and he doesn’t make it easy. No, he’s not backing down without putting in some very hard-to-resist, self-pleasure seeking efforts. Gifting me with the nickname Peaches, he makes it known he’s dead set on claiming my peach the first chance he gets, and the sooner the better. But I quickly learn that could prove too self-destructive if we let it. After all, it's like they say, not everything in life can be as sweet as a peach. Or can it?
“He makes it known he’s dead set on claiming my peach the first chance he gets, & the sooner the better..."
Romcom. Billionaire. Workplace. Enemies to Lovers. Forced Proximity.