BURN ME TWICE

When old flames return, they don't ask nicely. They burn...

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WICKED AND RUTHLESS
Wicked Lovers: Soldiers for Hire
She knows love is a fairy tale…until her ruthless operative ex steals her heart.

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Reed Family Reckoning
I discovered my ex’s secret. Now I’ll do anything to claim her for good.

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SEDUCED BY THE MAFIA BOSS
Forbidden Confessions: Protectors
He kidnapped me to keep me safe. But who will save me from him?

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Contains: Wicked and Ruthless, More Than Need You, Seduced by the Mafia Boss
Formats: Signed Collectors Hardcover
Word Count: 200k
Page Count: 614 pages
Prior Reading Necessary? No
Tropes: Abduction, Alpha Hero, Bad Boy/Good Girl, BDSM, Dominant Hero, Forced Proximity, Forced Seduction, Love Triangle, Obsessed Hero, On-the-run, Protector, Secret Baby, Single Mom, Suspense, Workplace Romance

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“Tell me…” I demand. “What did he say to you when he proposed? What did he do? How did he give you the ring?”

“He didn’t. We were talking at my house a few Sundays ago. While barbecuing in the backyard, he pointed out all the reasons we’re great together and asked me if I would do him the honor of marrying him.”

Hold up. She’s given me a wealth of information. First, why didn’t the loser make a big damn deal of proposing to her? It doesn’t sound as if he even got down on one knee, much less hired a skywriter or something awesome. It was like… Hey, since I’m in the middle of flipping burgers, I’ve got a minute to ask you if you want to spend the rest of your life with me.

Screw that.

The bigger nugget I got out of her speech, however, is timing. He proposed on a Sunday. When I barged into their impromptu engagement party, it was the following Thursday night. She said she’d just accepted his proposal four hours prior. So she made him twist in the wind for four days before answering?

I smile. I’ve got her. She’s telling me without telling me that she doesn’t love him. What woman whose heart is filled with devotion waits four days to decide if she wants to share the rest of her life with him?

None.

“What is that expression?” she demands. “Why do you suddenly look so smug?”

I weigh the pros and cons of keeping this revelation to myself. But if I want to stop her from marrying the wrong man, I don’t have time to play a long game.

Finally, I shrug. “There’s no way you’re going to marry this guy.”

“Excuse me?” She sounds shocked. “What’s your problem? You can’t have me, so you’re going to try and talk me out of marrying him?”

“I don’t hate that idea, but…” I shake my head. “He’s got everything wrong. He has no special endearment just for you? He doesn’t try to make you feel like the most amazing woman in the world?” I shake my head like he’s made huge mistakes because he has. “He didn’t do anything awesome just for you, or even give you a ring, when he proposed?” I scoff.

“We shopped for a ring together after I said yes.”

Because he wasn’t going to spend money on her or any gesture of emotion until he had to. Got it.

“When he proposed, I’ll bet he outlined all the reasons getting married made sense—you’re both responsible, have good jobs, handle money well, like the same movies, and his picture-perfect family adores you. Right?” She presses her lips together mulishly, and I laugh. “Right. Then he talked about your lives together with all the excitement of a pile of compost before waxing boring about the requisite ten-minute coitus you’ll share twice a week that he’ll find a perfectly adequate expression of your shared passion. Am I far off the mark?”

She sputters. “Miles off, in fact.”

“No, I’m not. That’s why it took you four days to decide to marry him.”

“You’re wrong. And that doesn’t mean I would ever marry you.” She rolls her eyes at me. “You know what? His proposal was way more romantic than yours because at least he asked. You and I were together for a whole year, and you never once broached the topic. You never even thought of it. So that puts him way ahead of you.”

I stand and glare at Britta. “Wait here.”

When I spin on my heel and head for the stairs, taking them two at a time, she calls after me. “Where are you going?”

I’m not answering. She’ll see soon enough.

Two minutes later, I return, yank her chair away from the table until she’s facing me, then I get down on one knee and open the black velvet box in my grip. She gasps when she sees the engagement ring inside.

“I bought this on March sixteenth, almost four years ago. I knew the moment I saw this ring that it was meant for you and that I was meant to put it on your finger.”

Britta presses her hand to her chest, mouth gaping like I’ve stunned her speechless, as she stares at the symbol of love I bought her years ago.

“Forget him. Marry me.”

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