London Bound (London Lovers #3) Release Date: May 14, 2015
***After
falling in love with "us" in the first two installments of the London
Lovers Series, now...it's Leslie's turn in this spicy series stand
alone.*** When Leslie Lincoln, a spunky, red-headed American, suffers an awkward moment with an arousingly-sexy British man—she thinks her life can't get any more pathetic. She's done with men. She doesn't need them. She especially doesn't need their muscular thighs. No siree,
she's going to forget all about the brooding, complicated, and
seductive "Theo" who captivated her on the dance floor of a London
nightclub. Keep telling yourself that, Lez..... Immersing
herself into a new type of romantic cleanse, Leslie thinks she'll never
lay eyes on Theo again. But somehow, he's managed to bulldoze his way
back in—her cheetah-print onesie pajamas be damned. He wants more. She wants to run. But he can’t seem to let her go. Both of them have a past—and neither want to share. How can love possibly survive in darkness?
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**CHAPTER TWENTY **
I
shake my head and turn toward the wall, feeling physically unable to
face Theo. All I can picture is his lips on that blonde bimbo, and it’s
nauseating. Not to mention, I’m certain I look like a hot mess of runny
makeup and tears.
“Leslie.”
He says my name softly. I brace my fingertips on the wall for support,
just to give me something to focus on besides Theo’s face. “Leslie,” he
utters again, reverently.
I
laugh pathetically. “You showed me,” I croak in a high-pitched tight
sound. “You said you’d show me ‘nice’ and boy did you.” I sniff loudly
and try to clear my gravelly voice.
“I
didn’t want to show you anything!” He presses his front to my back,
mirroring my braced hands on the wall, encasing me. I can feel the
intense rise and fall of his chest and I shiver at his close proximity.
“I just wanted to wake you the fuck up!” His breath tickles the hair on my head.
“I’m awake,” I giggle sadly, biting my lip. “Who is that girl?”
“No one.”
“You like kissing no ones, do you?" I roll my eyes even though he can’t see them.
“I like kissing you,” he says, slowly. “I more
than like kissing you, Leslie.” He removes his hand from the wall and
grabs my waist softly, turning me to face him. His rough hands on my
exposed torso send intimate shooters through my core. I look sideways,
unable to make eye contact.
“Can’t
you see this, Leslie?” he pushes my bangs away from my eyes. “Can’t you
see this as something more? Don’t you feel it?” I shake my head,
willing my chin not to wobble. I’m scared shitless right now. Scared of
what this could be. Scared of what it could turn into. Scared of letting
myself have hope.
London Lovers SERIES
Becoming Us
London Lovers # 1
The dreaded friend-zone... The last place I ever want to be with college basketball God, Jake LaShae.
I am losing my mind trying to figure out what this gorgeous and
confident man wants from me. I need to break through his walls. What is
it about me that makes him not go there? What am I lacking? When a
mind-blowing betrayal knocks the wind out of me, and I think I can't
feel any lower...Brody stumbles into my path-barefoot no less, and sexy
as hell. His direct and mouth-watering swagger is a breath of fresh air.
The feelings this man gives me are like nothing I've ever experienced.
But Brody has a past. A past that makes it nearly impossible for him to
trust me and let us become us in whatever capacity that may be. Just
when Brody and I truly connect, just when I think that finding my
soul-mate in college isn't a total joke, Jake comes back into my
life...and messes things up...possibly for good.
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A Broken Us
London Lovers # 2
The moment those words come out of the doctor’s mouth, I feel sick. So sick. The life I have dreamed of…obliterated. And Brody. God, Brody. How will he look at me? How can he accept me? He'll know what I hid from him. He'll know everything. It’s over. It’s completely over. I can't tell him "I love Us" anymore. Even though I do. Even though it will kill me.
I can't tell him anything. Everything is ruined. Pummeled. Broken.
I have to leave him. I have to give up us.
I know he'll come after me.
I just have to do something to make him not want to.
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About Author
Amy Daws
is a goof of epic proportions. She enjoys making dumb videos and
laughing at herself...a lot. It gets awkward. She thinks she should have
tried her hand at improv theater but figured she'd learn how life looks behind the lens of a camera first. She also thinks talking about herself in the third person isn't awkward at all. Amy
lives in South Dakota with her husband, Kevin, and their miracle
daughter, Lorelei. The long-awaited birth of Lorelei is what inspired
Amy’s first book, Chasing Hope, and her passion for writing. Amy's contemporary romance books are a part of the The
London Lovers Series and currently have two installments out with more
to come. Her writing style is emotional and self-deprecating with
awkward humor sprinkled in. Basically, if she makes you cry happy and
sad tears...she's achieved her goal. Extra points if you have to blow
your nose. Amy's
inspiration for writing is and always will be her six precious angel
babies and her daughter, Lorelei. On most nights, you can find Amy and
her family dancing to Strawberry Shortcake’s theme song or stuffing
themselves inside children’s-sized playhouses because there is nothing
they wouldn’t do for their little miracle.
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