Love is a fantasy. Why do I say that? Because I learned it firsthand when my husband, the man I had trusted with my heart, was murdered by his lover's wife.
My name is Sam Lane. I'm an author with several books under my belt. Since David's murder, I've sworn off any sort of personal relationships. With men, that is. After moving over a thousand miles from where I lived, I adopted a pit bull mix I named Jazz who is my constant companion.
And then ... I met Noah.
Chapter 1By way of introduction, my name is Sam Lane. I’m an author with several books to my credit. I was working in my home office one evening, trying to rewrite a section of a story that had been defying every effort on my part to make sense of it, when I heard my husband scream, “No!” followed by a sharp bang which I knew immediately was a gun being fired. I was on my feet seconds later, racing down the hallway to the kitchen, just in time to see the backdoor slam closed. David lay on the floor, blood streaming from his chest. I grabbed a dish towel, kneeling to press it against the wound with one hand while ripping my phone from the pocket of my bathrobe with the other to dial 911. “It hurts. I’m f-f-freezing, Sam.” His voice was weak, barely above a whisper. “I know, babe. Hang in
Dreame - ขวัญใจบรรณาธิการ
In Bed With My Ex's Brother-in-Law
Bending My Straight Boss
Getting Back My Secret Luna
Claimed for Christmas
Loved by the Gamma
Addicted To Her: The Alpha's Irresistible Contract Mate
