[Dawn]I shake my head in amazement, my voice barely a whisper as the weight of everything settles in. “The people you hang out with.”His smile is mild again, a faint, almost absent curve of his lips. But it doesn’t reach his eyes.“What the hell were you thinking?” My voice cracks, the frustration bubbling beneath my skin. I can feel the anger rising in me, sharp and tight in my chest.He doesn’t meet my gaze, his eyes flitting to the floor, away from me. “I wasn’t exactly doing much of that.” His words come out dry, flat, like he's numbed himself to the situation. The tension in the air hangs heavy between us.“Why didn’t you just ask for help? Why didn’t you come to Aldo and me? Luca even? I’m sure he could’ve helped.” My voice is laced with disbelief, tinged with a touch of betrayal. I want to understand, but it’s hard. So hard.Andre keeps his eyes off me, his hands twitching slightly where they rest on his thighs, as if he can’t even sit still in his own skin. “You don’t know w
[Aldo]We come to a stop at the start of a dirt driveway. The air is thick with dust, and the silence feels suffocating, like we’ve entered a dead zone where nothing exists beyond the headlights. We're in the middle of nowhere, far from civilization, off of the highway and down a farming lane that seems to stretch endlessly in the dark.We’ve been crawling along for what feels like hours, scanning every twist and turn, looking for the path that supposedly leads to this warehouse. But all we’ve found so far are the same empty fields, the same dark expanse of nothing. That’s on top of the barrage of messages and texts that have been sending us all over the county, with no real direction.“This has ‘trap’ written all over it,” Luca says, his voice low and edged with concern, his eyes darting around.I glance at my phone again, the screen casting a pale glow in the dimness of the car. No new messages since the last location drop. My gut twists. "I know, but that's all we've got."The
[Dawn]“You’re what?” Andre repeats, his voice full of disbelief and a hint of panic.“Pregnant.”Andre’s eyes widen, and his eyebrows furrow in confusion, as if trying to process the information. His expression is a mix of shock and something else I can’t quite place. “When did this happen?”“It doesn’t matter when this happened. Just get the damn phone and sheers.”The men continue talking, their voices loud and carefree, an irritating contrast to the storm raging inside me. Andre glances at them quickly, his eyes flicking back and forth like a cornered animal. His tongue darts out, licking his lips like a lizard, before he carefully inches towards the desk, putting light weight on his injured foot. Each movement is measured, like he’s trying not to draw attention to himself.He reaches up, his fingers brushing the edge of the desk, and after a moment of hesitation, he grabs the phone.The men pause.Something is happening outside, the shift in the air noticeable even to them. The
[Dawn]And then, just as quickly, Andre and the man scramble off me, rolling away in a blur of limbs and panic. I gasp for air, my lungs burning, my heart hammering in my chest. I can finally breathe.The air around us crackles with the aftermath of the explosion. The sound is deafening, but it doesn’t matter. I’m still alive.The two men pause, wide-eyed, their gaze flickering between the chaos and the uncertainty. Then, in unison, they lurch for the table. The stars blur in my vision as I try to push myself onto my side, the sharp taste of blood rising in my mouth.There’s a flurry of movement, grunts, slaps, desperate struggling. Finally, the man falls back, toppling over me, his body crashing down like dead weight. His legs land across me, pinning me in place.I hear him choking, gasping for air, his breaths wet and desperate. The sound is nauseating.Andre limps over to me, his steps slow and pained, but determined. He pulls me free from the man’s legs, his hands gentle despit
[Aldo]The truck smashes into us, a thunderous roar of metal crumpling against metal. The rear glass shatters instantly, fragments cascading through the air like jagged stars. The force propels us forward, slamming my chest into the dashboard, knocking the wind out of me. The screech of twisting steel fills the night as the car is shoved violently off the road, the tires skidding across loose gravel before we plunge into a steep side ditch. The car groans as it tilts upward, one side propped precariously higher than the other.We’re completely exposed to the road, the beams of the truck’s headlights glaring down at us like predatory eyes.The air is heavy with the acrid stench of burned rubber and gasoline. My pulse is pounding in my ears, and each shallow breath tastes of panic. My hands scramble for the shotgun, the cold metal bracing me against the chaos. Beside me, Luca’s movements mirror mine, his jaw tight, his face set with grim determination.The truck behind us screeches t
[Aldo]Andre licks his lips, his face pale and glistening with sweat. “Hell of a story. Have to tell you while I whoop ya ass on NBA.” His voice is ragged, the words tumbling out like they’re made of glass, sharp and fragile. He coughs hard, his body convulsing, and the wound does too, dark blood seeping through his fingers. Dawn is wiping her face constantly, her movements jerky and desperate. Her eyes stay fixed on Andre, but they’re glossy, far away. She can’t look at me—can’t look anywhere but him. Her trembling hand pats his head over and over like she’s trying to calm a storm that refuses to settle. “Fucking Russians, hey,” Andre says with a weak grin, his teeth faintly red-streaked. I snort a laugh, though it feels like swallowing shards. “Fucking Russians.” Andre’s smile flickers briefly, then fades as another violent cough shakes him. It’s wet, bubbling, and wrong. He gasps, his hand twitching toward his stomach, but his fingers curl mid-reach, too weak to make it
Epilogue [Dawn]The wet season has truly ended, and we’re outside having a barbeque for the first time in what feels like forever. I guess that’s because Aldo and I haven’t been outside in months; we’ve been obsessed with our little girl Louisa.“Who wants a drink?”Aldo snaps his tongs at me; he’s by the barbeque and cooking up marinated chicken with Luca. A few of our friends are here, and we’re celebrating mom’s birthday and my book being finished.Michael runs over, takes a drink from my tray, and heads back to the lawn. Mom’s house looks completely different with Aldo constantly working on it.Everyone is present. Our parents, Luca and his family, it's a full house.We moved in after Andre’ passing. I wanted to help mom after the stroke, and she wanted to be around the baby. We all won. Although she might regret it with her sleep having seriously dropped off.She’s on the lawn with Sophie, Michael, my parents in law and the baby of tge family-Louisa.I put the drink tray on t
BLURB: Clio’s summer in Malibu was supposed to be about sand, sunshine and healing, but that plan drowned the second her best friend’s dangerously sexy dad pulled her from the waves. One look at his smoldering eyes and chiseled body, and she knew she was in trouble. Living under his roof only fans the flames. Every brush of his hand, every stolen glance, ignites a hunger she can’t deny. He’s older, forbidden, and completely off-limits, but the tension between them is unbearable—and when it finally snaps, it’s pure, unrelenting fire. Now, every touch, every stolen moment, is a risk she’s willing to take. Because some temptations aren’t just worth it—they’re downright irresistible. * * * Chapter 1 CLIO "Clio, I'm telling you that we would have the time of our lives. You would love my dad's beach house—it overlooks the water, and it’s huge, so you wouldn't have to worry about privacy." I sighed as I transferred the rest of my clothes from my small dresser to my suit
Xavier I drop shrimp into sizzling garlic butter, the pan spitting and hissing. The chaos mirrors the storm inside me—anger at Melanie’s selfishness, carefully hidden for Hazel’s sake. I sip my riesling, keeping my calm façade intact.When dinner’s ready, I call Hazel and plate the food. Her familiar footsteps on the stairs are comforting, but when I see her, I freeze. For a moment, it’s Melanie—the same bright red hair, slim shoulders, and lean frame. Hazel has grown so much, and for a fleeting second, I almost imagine my wife is back.I serve the pasta and pour another glass of wine, offering Hazel a smile. She’s so much like Melanie it’s startling. The resemblance is uncanny—her body slim and delicate, yet striking—but her face is softer, her icy blue eyes wide and innocent, free of Melanie’s hardened edge.Hazel devours the meal like she hasn’t eaten in days, and worry twists in my chest. How could Melanie abandon her own child?“What did your mom say before she left?” I ask, alr
Blurb:What happens when the one person you shouldn't want becomes the only one you crave?Hazel Holland’s life is a mess, and the last thing she wants is to crawl back to her stepfather for help. But Xavier Rochat isn’t just her rock—he’s all broad shoulders, commanding presence, and forbidden temptation. Living under his roof again stirs feelings she knows she shouldn’t have, but she can’t stop thinking about those strong hands and the way his voice makes her knees weak.Xavier has always seen Hazel as the girl he helped raise—but she’s not a little girl anymore. She’s stunning, tempting, and entirely off-limits. Resisting her is a battle he’s losing, especially when she makes it clear she doesn’t want to play by the rules.Their connection is wrong, dangerous, and too hot to resist. But how long can they keep their hands off each other before everything explodes?My forbidden stepdaddy is a raw, forbidden romance full of tension, temptation, and heat that will leave you begging f
EpilogueSadie – One Year LaterI gazed down at my baby, my son, in absolute wonder. My heart swelled in my chest with so much love, I thought it would burst. I was exhausted, and my whole body hurt, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was my little boy, that he was healthy and whole.“Are you feeling up to visitors?” the nurse attending to me asked in a soft voice, careful as to not disturb my sleeping baby.I smiled at her and nodded. “I am.”“I’ll let them in, then,” she replied with a grin.Turning, she made her way out of the room, closing the door behind her. I turned my gaze back down to my little boy and couldn’t help the smile that curled my lips.He was so beautiful. Tiny and pink and perfect.I couldn’t wait for his daddy and sister to meet him.At that moment, the door to my room opened back up, and the nurse returned with Cyrus and Megan in tow. Cyrus had been with me during the labor, but had gone out to wait with Megan while the baby was cleaned up so he could bring h
CyrusThe silence stretched between us for several long moments, and with each second that passed, I grew more and more nervous that she was going to say no.Her expression flickered between so many emotions so quickly, I couldn’t fully decipher what she was thinking.At length, she slowly said, “Are…are you asking me to marry you because you genuinely love me and want to…or are you just afraid of losing me after everything that happened with Ralph?”“Oh, baby, no,” I assured her with a firm shake of my head. “I love you with my entire being, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want us to raise Megan together and be a family. I swear to you, this has nothing to do with Ralph.”I held her gaze, praying she believed me. I was ready to do whatever I had to in order to convince her I was being entirely serious.To my complete relief, though, her lips curled into a smile, and she blurted, “Yes! Yes, Cyrus, I’ll marry you!”I surged to my feet, pulling her from her chair. Wr
Sadie It was hard to break that bond between a child and parent, and no matter what Ralph did, I think there would always be a part of Megan that wanted that connection with him.“I hope so,” Cyrus told her. “He’s going to try. That’s what’s important.”Megan regarded him a long moment before saying, “I’m glad he’s going to try.”Cyrus smiled softly. “Me, too. I promise you, Megan, I’m going to take care of you and protect you no matter what. Okay?”The corners of her lips curled up at that. “Okay. I love you, Uncle Cyrus.”“I love you, too, Megan,” he replied. Then, he looked up at me. I couldn’t help but smile back at him. My heart swelled, and I fell even more in love with him at that moment. I wanted to explain my feelings to him in more depth, but we needed to talk away from Megan. I didn’t want to confuse her even more as Cyrus and I tried to figure out the stuff between us.“All right, is there anything else you want to talk about?” Cyrus asked, turning back to Megan.She blin
SadieA week after Ralph’s arrest, things finally felt as though they were getting back to normal. Ralph was charged with breaking the restraining order. True to his word, Cyrus didn’t press any other charges. Ralph would spend a little time in jail before his trial, and then, it was up to the courts to decide his fate.I didn’t worry about him, though. I focused on Megan and helping her overcome the latest trauma she’d been through. I hated that she’d gone through so much at such a young age. It wasn’t fair. She deserved so much better. I wanted to make it my mission in life to make up for all that she’d suffered. I wanted all this mess with Ralph to fade into distant memories for her. I wanted her to be happy. More than anything else in the world, I wanted her to just be a normal, six-year-old girl.We were out on the terrace one day, coloring, when she looked up at me and asked, “Sadie? Is my daddy gone forever?”I frowned at her and replied, “What do you mean, sweetie?”She hesita
Ralph stared at me. I could tell he wanted to argue.I waited for him to say something, anything, that I could use to shut down any chance he had left of getting close to Megan.To my surprise, though, he reluctantly nodded. “All right…all right. I’ll…I’ll do what you say. So long as you promise you won’t stand in Megan’s way if she wants to see me someday.”I regarded him a long moment before releasing a long sigh. “I promise. I won’t stand in her way. And I promise that I will take excellent care of her.”Ralph dropped his head, looking defeated.“I know you will,” he whispered.At that moment, I heard Sadie rushing back to us.“The cops are on their way,” she gasped when she reached me. She looked between me and Ralph and then gave me a relieved smile. “I’m glad to see everyone is still in one piece.”“Barely,” I grumbled.She wrapped her arm around mine and hugged it.“Thank you,” she whispered.I smiled down at her, but I then caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Turning
CyrusI was at the very end of my control. My temper was about to snap. I kept reminding myself of Sadie’s words. Of my promise to her, but it was getting damn difficult to hold myself back. Ralph would just not give up. He kept pushing and pushing, bringing up Kate’s name and claiming Megan as his.It was infuriating. He kept saying he was a changed man, but he wasn’t taking responsibility for what he’d done. He wasn’t owning the fact that Kate wouldn’t have driven off the road that day if he hadn’t chased after her. I didn’t care that it was an accident. I didn’t care that he thought he loved her.In the end, it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter because Kate was still gone. And she was gone because of him.“You know what, Cyrus?” Ralph growled. “You think you’re so high and mighty. You think you’re so much better than I am, but the truth is, you failed Kate just as much as I did.”My whole body went cold. “What the hell are you saying?”Ralph had the gall to glare at me. “If you thou
I couldn’t comprehend that. It made no sense.“How could you claim to love her and yet hurt her as much as you did?” I asked in a soft, cold voice. “How could you love her, but you put your hands on her? Hit her and scare her? Manipulate her, so she remained submissive and broken?”“I was messed up,” he answered in a pathetic tone. “I know I was. I know what I did to Kate was wrong. If I could go back and redo everything, I would. I’d love her the way she deserved to be loved. I wouldn’t lay a hand on her, and I’d do everything I could to make her happy. There is nothing I want more than the chance to undo all that I did, but I can’t. It’s too late for me to make things right with Kate, but it’s not too late for me to make things right with Megan!”I stared down at him, debating whether or not I believed him. To be honest, he did seem to be truly remorseful. I didn’t think anyone could truly fake this kind of emotion.Still, just b