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

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A Broken Us
London Lovers # 2

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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