From bestselling author R.L. Mathewson comes the Cursed Heart series, a paranormal series with a twist for readers who enjoy books about soulmates.
Everyone has a secret…
There was something seriously wrong with Marty. That was the only explanation that she could come up with to explain why after all these years, she still couldn’t escape this hold he had on her. He’d made it clear years ago that he didn’t want her and now…
She wasn’t sure that she would be able to survive having her heart broken this time around.
Staying here was a mistake, one that Tristan Black was determined to rectify as soon as he found the willpower to turn his back on the one woman that he could never allow himself to have. She deserved better than him, but even knowing what waited for him if she ever discovered his secret couldn’t stop him from doing the one thing that he’d swore that he would never do.
Make her his.
Tristan gripped the edge of the desk until he feared that his fingers would snap off when he felt her warm soft lips press against his shoulder. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his raging hormones. The last thing either one of them needed was him jumping her. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. He could really go for it, but he was pretty sure that she might get upset.
“What was that for?” he somehow managed to ask. Although truth be told he had no idea if it came out coherent since his mind was still focused on the things that he wanted to do with her mouth.
He felt her warm breath tickle his ear. Oh…shit……
“For all those times you used to kiss me better. Remember?”
He chuckled softly as his body turned to putty beneath her touch. “How could I ever forget? You were my own personal stalker.”
She playfully slapped him on his good shoulder. “I was not a stalker!”
“Yes, you were!” He chuckled harder as he remembered how diligent she was about following him everywhere. If his father hadn’t attached locks on the bathroom doors she would have followed him in there as well.
“Hey, I was not half as bad as the girls who used to follow you around when we were in school,” she said defensively as she continued to rub his back. She felt him further relax as they reminisced about the good old days, the days where she got to spend every waking moment with him and felt whole.
He groaned loudly. “Don’t remind me. I still have nightmares of giggling girls with acne and braces chasing me down and trying to steal a kiss.” He gave her a mock shudder that earned a soft chuckle.
“See,” she teased, “I wasn’t that bad. I only demanded kisses when I had a boo boo.”
“That’s true. Even then sometimes you demanded extra kisses for all of your invisible injuries.”
She sighed dramatically. “I was a sneaky one.”
“Yes, you were,” he chuckled in agreement. She loved the sound of his laughter, absolutely adored it.
“I still remember the last time you gave me a kiss,” she said, smiling at the memory of her first kiss.
“Really?” he asked, stunned that she did. He remembered the last time, but for completely different reasons.
“Uh huh,” she said, stopping her massage to squeeze a little more lotion in her hands. Tristan’s eyes closed as he enjoyed her ministrations.
“How could I ever forget the kiss that made my life a living hell?”