by LP Lovell
I swallow the lump in my throat as tears blur my vision. It’s a small action, one that says a thousand words.
He rises from the bed and I think he’s just going to leave me here like this, but he comes in front of me and kneels. Resting his hands on my knees, he glances up at me, holding my gaze. “I am sorry.”
And with that he leaves me.
I stand at the door, my jaw clenched, my hands shoved in my pockets. I hear her and Caleb coming down the hallway and I inhale, closing my eyes momentarily.
When I open them, I see her walking toward me with a duffel bag hung over her shoulder. Everything she now has fits in that small bag. She has nothing, she has no one. She is leaving the only thing she had left—a fucked up life with the man who destroyed her. Her bloodshot eyes make it apparent she’s been crying, and that makes me feel even fucking worse. She glances at me, unable to hold my gaze. She doesn’t even acknowledge me when she walks past me and steps onto the porch.
Caleb reaches for the door and I grab him. “You watch her get on that plane, do you hear me? You watch it fucking take off.”
He nods, but looks utterly pissed at me. “You shouldn’t let her leave, Jude.”
“She wants to. I don’t own her.”
“She’s not safe.”
I shake my head. “She’s safer away from me than with me.”
He shakes his head again, his face growing red. “You’re fucking up.”
I look away because I know he’s right, but I won’t admit it.
He shoots an annoyed look at me as he walks onto the porch, the door banging closed behind him. I watch as he wraps his arm around Tor and leads her down the stairs.
I lean my arm against the door and inhale when I see Tor climb into the car. I press my lips together, my nostrils flaring. Why the fuck can’t I make this work? Why am I letting her leave? Caleb shakes his head as he opens the driver’s side door. The pressure in my chest builds. Just stop them. Go get her. My breathing grows ragged, my fingers pulling into my fists. It would be selfish to stop her. She doesn’t fucking belong with me.
Caleb glares up at me as he backs out of the drive. He’s pissed, but there’s no way he could understand any of this. I’m not going to lie, watching her leave and knowing she’s not coming back fucking hurts. My heart thumps hard in my chest, heat spreads all over me. I just let her leave, hurt and destroyed. Every muscle tightens, and my jaw ticks. The car disappears. “Fuck!” I shout as I slam my palm against the glass door.
I slowly walk down the hallway, lightly pounding my fist along the wall. I know if she had stayed here, she would have grown to hate me. I’d rather let her go now than have her one day realize that I embody everything that she hates. I can’t process shit right now, I don’t like the unsettled feeling consuming me. I need a distraction. Anything. I head to my office and sit in a daze.
Leaning over my desk, I stare at the wall. My gaze darts around the room and every damn thing reminds me of her. I stand and pace, rubbing my hand over the back of my neck. I realize I will never get her out of my fucking head. I take my arm and rake everything off the desk, my chest heaving. There is not one damn thing I can do to change this, and I can’t stand it. I grab the chair and smash it against the wall. I fucked up.
I’m wrong for what I’ve done to her, and I fear I’m wrong for letting her leave me like this, but the thing is, I've never known how to be right. This is all I know, and I know she doesn’t belong in the middle of it.
A few hours have passed, and I’m still just as angry as I was when she left, maybe even more so because I realize how fucked up this all is now. Caleb walks into the office and sits on the couch. He looks like he’s just been punched in the gut.
He shakes his head and sighs. “I can’t believe you let her go.”
“She doesn’t belong here.” I clench my jaw, the unsettling feeling tightening in my chest.
Caleb huffs and tosses his head back on the cushion, rubbing his hands down his face. “Fucked up. It’s just fucked up, Jude.”
The phone rings, and I ignore it. There’s no fucking way I can answer that right now without biting off the head of whoever’s on the other end. The machine picks up and my stomach drops the moment I hear Tor’s voice. “Jude!” she screams, and then, nothing. Silence. I snatch up the phone.
“Tor!”
A deep sinister laugh rumbles through the receiver. “You fucked up, Jude, and now...now I’m going to fuck her up, just like I fucked up your whore of a mother.”
Thank you so much for reading Wrong. You are the reason we write and without you we wouldn’t be able to do what we do, nor would we want to. We write books to immerse you in our world, and pull you out of your own for a few hours.
So thank you for reading. Thank you for taking a chance on Wrong.
We hope that you loved it!
If you would be amazingly kind and leave a review, then we would owe you a leg humping if ever we meet.
There are so many people to thank for helping us with Wrong, so here it goes.
Firstly, we have to thank Andi Truckle for being on the cover. We’ve had a lot of comments about his hotness, and we love the cover. Thank you to Uncovered Models for setting up our photo shoot.
Big thanks to SM Piper. She makes the best covers and trailers, and is infinitely patient with the chaotic disorganization that seems to follow us around.
Thank you to Ashley Mac Editing and Ellen Widom for editing Wrong, and to Kim Ginsberg for your hawk eyed proof reading.
Thanks to our lovely formatter Leigh Stone for making the book look so pretty.
Thank you so much to all the ladies on both of our street teams. You campaign endlessly to put our books in the public eye and it is so, so appreciated.
There are many blogs who have helped us both along the way, and you are all hugely appreciated, believe us. There are a few who are very special though.
Give Me Books and One-Click Addicts. We love you girls and we couldn’t do this without you. Thank you for your awesome PR and your mad organizational skills. Thanks to Missy and Devlynn for your fierce loyalty and your willingness to always help. Sarah-Jane, we love you and hope you will soon recover from reading a cliff-hanger…you will forgive us one day.
A particularly huge shout out has to go to TotallyBooked, thank you Jenny and Gitte for all that you do. You pimped Jag, like only you can, and I will forever be grateful. I love you!
We also want to thank The Rock Stars of Romance for reading and reviewing for us. You were kind enough to read Ruined and Besieged, and now Wrong. I hope you like it!
Two Unruly girls, what can we say, you brought us together. We love your crazy tug ways.
There are so many blogs and individuals who have helped us, far too many to mention here, but thank you to every single one of you. You know who you are. You guys make being an indie author possible, and we want you to know how much we appreciate everything you do.
We hope we haven’t missed anyone out. Just know that anyone who has ever written a review, posted a teaser, or read any of our books…Thank you. Your ongoing support means the world
LP Lovell
Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England. She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologise for afterwards.
She's a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy.
Other books by LP Lovell
She Who Dares series:
Besieged #1
Conquered #2
Surrendered #3
Ruined #4
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lplovellauthor
Twitter: @Authorlplovell
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7850247.LP_Lovell
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/LP-Lovell/e/B00NDZ61PM
Stevie J. Cole
Stevie J. Cole is a secret rock star. Sex, drugs and, oh wait, no, just sex. She’s a whor
e for a British accent and has an unhealthy obsession with Russell Brand. She and LP plan to elope in Vegas and breed the world’s most epic child.
Other books by Stevie J. Cole
Pandemic Sorrow Series:
Jag
Rush
Roxy
The Prophecy Series:
Bound by Sin
Bound to the Fallen
Bound by Prophecy
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorsteviejcole
Twitter: @steviejcole
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22680249-jag
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Stevie-J.-Cole/e/B00K9PK3EY
Table of Contents
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Dear Reader
Acknowledgements
The Authors
