Shadows of the Past
by H. M. Ward
BY NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHORS HM WARD & STACEY MOSTELLER
I've been running for four years, trapped in a past I can't forget. I'm unable to move forward and refuse to go back. The only way to dissolve the shadows is to begin again. So I try.
Tonight will be different, it has to be. Coaxed into a tight dress that's guaranteed to hit the floor after I find the right guy, I head out. My flatmate takes me to this new London pub that looks more like the New York clubs I'm used to, but it works. I can find someone to ease the pain for a little bit, even if it’s only one night.
When Hot British Guy spots me, there's an instant attraction. There's something about him besides the dark hair and beautiful body. He's pure eye-candy, but it's his sharp tongue and sad eyes makes me wonder. Something happened to him, I can tell. He's lived through Hell and showed up here tonight to forget. But I'm not supposed to ask. This is a one time thing, a hot night filled with lust that erases everything.
I can do this. I'm tired of crying, of feeling numb. This out-of-character conquest feels weird, but I go with it--until he throws me out. Shocked, I leave and cement my former hypothesis--guys suck.
The next day, he's there looking all sexy. Brilliant blue eyes blazing, his dark hair falls in his eyes and a wicked grin twists his perfect lips.
God help me.
I've been running for four years, trapped in a past I can't forget. I'm unable to move forward and refuse to go back. The only way to dissolve the shadows is to begin again. So I try.
Tonight will be different, it has to be. Coaxed into a tight dress that's guaranteed to hit the floor after I find the right guy, I head out. My flatmate takes me to this new London pub that looks more like the New York clubs I'm used to, but it works. I can find someone to ease the pain for a little bit, even if it’s only one night.
When Hot British Guy spots me, there's an instant attraction. There's something about him besides the dark hair and beautiful body. He's pure eye-candy, but it's his sharp tongue and sad eyes makes me wonder. Something happened to him, I can tell. He's lived through Hell and showed up here tonight to forget. But I'm not supposed to ask. This is a one time thing, a hot night filled with lust that erases everything.
I can do this. I'm tired of crying, of feeling numb. This out-of-character conquest feels weird, but I go with it--until he throws me out. Shocked, I leave and cement my former hypothesis--guys suck.
The next day, he's there looking all sexy. Brilliant blue eyes blazing, his dark hair falls in his eyes and a wicked grin twists his perfect lips.
God help me.