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Carian Cole – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Fri, 15 Dec 2023 11:43:23 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Carian Cole – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 The Lovely Return Read Online Carian Cole http://www.books2020.com/the-lovely-return-read-online-carian-cole Fri, 15 Dec 2023 11:43:23 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-lovely-return-read-online-carian-cole Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Forbidden, Paranormal Authors: Carian Cole Advertisement

Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 162369 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 812(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 541(@300wpm)

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What if death doesn’t do you part?

They say be careful what you wish for. But on December 5, Alex Fox makes a wish in the midst of a devastating tragedy. Little does he know that his wish will come true.

Six years after that fateful day, a little girl wanders into Alex’s studio. With her quirky personality, endless questions, and adorable smile, Penny Rose becomes an enchanting yet bittersweet distraction.

Penny Rose is an odd girl—at least, that’s what her parents say. Penny herself doesn’t feel particularly odd; she simply feels misplaced. As if somehow, in some way, she is living in the wrong place... in the wrong life.

As the years pass, Alex and Penny develop a friendship. But it becomes harder and harder for them to ignore their undeniable chemistry, no matter how off limits it is. Alex believes he’ll never find love again, let alone fall for a girl half his age. But Penny is everything he could ever want or need. Not only is she caring, witty, and beautiful, but she accepts the past that haunts him.

Penny couldn’t be happier. She’s been head over heels for sexy, brooding artist Alex Fox for as far back as she can remember. But when her childhood dreams and visions start resurfacing again—dreams of a life with Alex way before they ever met—she starts to think they’re not dreams at all.

They’re memories.

Penny’s revelation to Alex threatens to tear them apart, making them question the impossible and unbelievable. Can love truly transcend time and death, giving them a second chance at their happily ever after? Or is Penny battling a broken mind that has led her down a path of heartbreaking delusion?

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Prologue

ALEX - 2006

Be careful what you wish for.

People say that all the time. A subtle warning, nudging you to wonder what would happen if you actually did get what you wished for.

Do you really want it?

Will you know what to do with it once you get it?

The same could be said for hopes. Goals. Dreams. Promises. All the elusive things we’d love to have in our grasp someday but usually are totally out of our reach.

Until they’re not.

As a curator of bad luck, I didn’t let myself think too far into the future. I didn’t make wishes; I didn’t ask for promises.

But on December 5, 2006, I did all those things.

It started just like every other day. With the promise of a new day, and a tomorrow, and a next year.

All lies.

I believed Brianna and I had an entire life stretched out before us, like a winding tree-lined road we couldn’t see the end of because it was so impossibly far away.

It wasn’t far away at all, though. In fact, it was less than six hours away.

I’ve replayed and overanalyzed every minute of that day thousands of times. Did I do something that day to set us off course, to alter the tick of time? To invite tragedy? If only I’d driven faster… or slower. If only I’d paid more attention.

If only. If only. If only.

Earlier that day, Brianna stood framed in the doorway of the old barn I used as my art studio, watching me quietly. She used to say it was her favorite thing to do, watching me create sculptures. She looked like an angel with her chestnut hair curling down over her white puffy jacket, snowflakes falling around her like confetti.

My muse.

My wife.

My everything.

As always, the sight of her made my heart leap into my throat. I wondered for the millionth time how, at only twenty-one years old, I was lucky enough to share my life with someone so incredibly good.

I saw Brianna for the first time during our senior year of high school in arts and English class. There was no way to miss her hypnotic eyes, but I was also captivated by how kind she was, how she smiled at everyone—even at me—the quiet loser sitting in the back of the room. Halfway through the school year, we were given the horrifying task of writing a poem and reading it aloud. I said fuck that and took the F. But Brianna strolled in front of the class and recited her poem from memory. She made eye contact with each and every one of us like she was injecting her words into our souls. Her poem was something about a butterfly falling in love with a snowflake. I wasn’t into poetry, but even I couldn’t deny how deep and magical it was. Her voice hiccuped with genuine emotion as she spoke, making me want to sit in the dark with her and hear all her secrets. The entire class was silent after she finished her poem, reveling in the finale, wishing for more. I think everyone fell in love with her star-crossed butterfly and snowflake that day.

Including me.

One day after school, I found her in the parking lot with her keys locked in her car, her hair frizzy from the misty rain. I used my unsavory yet useful delinquent skills to break into her car and retrieve her keys. I was embarrassed. She was impressed.

We became friends. Then became more.

I’ve felt like an impostor since our first date. I’d wake up every day thinking it was a dream or a sick joke. I kept waiting for her to dump me and I was shocked to see her every morning waiting by my locker. Getting into my car. Sleeping in my bed. Smiling at me. It made no sense to me. Why would someone as pretty, caring, smart, and popular as Brianna Brooks want to be with me? A scruffy dude living in foster care, driving an old beat-to-hell Dodge Charger, blasting grunge rock? She could’ve had anyone; hell, she deserved someone as amazing as she was.

But she picked me.

It was the biggest mistake of her life.

“I watched you for weeks,” she whispered in the front seat of my car at midnight on our third date. “Every day in class. You were so quiet and serious…so focused.” She stroked my cheek, her thumb moving over the corner of my lips. I froze under her touch. I’d never been touched so softly, so gently. My heart pounded until I thought it might explode. “Then I saw you smile for the first time—at me, no less—and I fell for you like a star falling from the sky.”

That did it. A girl as special as her spinning poetic words about me? Fuck. Sign me up for the rest of my damn life.

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Advertisement Don’t Kiss the Bride Read Online Carian Cole http://www.books2020.com/dont-kiss-the-bride-read-online-carian-cole Wed, 03 Feb 2021 06:27:52 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/dont-kiss-the-bride-read-online-carian-cole Genre: Angst, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance Authors: Carian Cole Advertisement

Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 151333 (not accurate)
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Read Online Books/Novels:	Don't Kiss the Bride
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I guess you could say I was a damsel in distress, and he was my knight in shining armor. But more accurately, I was a girl with a lot of bad luck, and he was a guy with a lot of muscles and tattoos. Jude “Lucky” Lucketti wasn’t just a sexy, brooding construction worker. He was my own personal hero who seemed to be in all the right places at the right times. Like when my car broke down and I needed a ride home, and when I face planted on the sidewalk right in front of him and had to be taken to the emergency room. Those weren’t exactly my best moments, but they were his. We became friends, and it didn’t matter that he was sixteen years older than me. We had a lot in common—like our love of old rock music and vintage fast cars, and our aversion to relationships. When he approached me with a crazy idea to help me out, I couldn’t say no. The arrangement was supposed to be temporary. A marriage on paper and nothing else. It should’ve been easy, but it wasn’t. Because here I am, eighteen years-old, still in high school, and married to a man I was never supposed to fall in love with. We had just one rule—no kissing the bride. But we broke that rule, and it sealed our fate forever.
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Chapter 1

Jude

The screech of tires and Meatloaf’s Two Out of Three Ain’t Bad blasting from tinny speakers pulls my attention from the blueprints I’m bent over. I frown at the silver ’75 Corvette speeding into the high school parking lot next door.

It’s one of my favorite songs, but not at seven a.m. on a Monday.

Until today, construction on this residential, two-story house has been quiet. No traffic buzzing by. No people milling around. Zero distractions. Exactly the way I like it. But that’s all gonna change now that summer break is over and kids are back in school. Rowdy and giggling teenagers have been traipsing past the job site for the last hour.

“Hot damn,” my foreman Kyle mutters under his breath and lets out a long, low whistle.

“What?” I follow his gaze to the school parking lot as I roll up the blueprints and snap a rubber band around them.

A young girl steps out of the ’vette, pushing aviator sunglasses up on top of her mane of wavy, waist-length blonde hair. She nudges the driver’s side door shut with a casual sway of her hip—a move that instantly makes my mouth go dry. The door hinges squeak from decades of rust, but she doesn’t seem to notice.

I push my hair out of my face, mesmerized by the fringe of the moccasins sashaying around her jean-clad calves. A black tee with a red kiss mark stamped across it peeks out from under a matching suede jacket. She struts away from the car with the attitude of a movie star who just stepped out of a limo and not a rusty old sports car that’s more than twice her age.

Did she fall into a time portal that sucked her out of the seventies and dropped her straight into today?

“The things I’d like to do to her…” Kyle says, licking his lips like she’s about to be his last meal.

My gut burns with a twinge of disgust and guilt as I tear my eyes off the girl. “She’s a teenager, man,” I say, giving his shoulder a hard shove. “Get back to work. I’m not paying you to ogle chicks.”

Laughing, he hitches up his tool belt and plants a hardhat on top of his head. “Teen my ass, Lucky. Girls sure as hell didn’t look like that when we were in high school.”

True. If they did, maybe I would have been more interested in sticking around. Instead, I dropped out six months before graduation to take a full-time job.

I glance at the darkening gray sky. “The clouds are rolling in. Let’s get some shit done before we get rained out. We can’t afford to lose any more time on this job.”

“You got it, Jude.” He leers at the girl one more time before getting back to work.

Grabbing my thermos of coffee, I scan my four-man crew and try to gauge our progress. We’re two days behind thanks to the homeowners’ asking for last-minute changes, but I think we can get back on track and move to the next job on schedule. Ending or starting a job late pisses off the customer, and I don’t need any ranting one-star reviews about my company plastered on the internet.

“Hey, Skylar!” a female voice yells. “The eighties called. They want their clothes and car back!”

I screw the lid back on my thermos as I’m sucked into the teen drama unfolding a few yards away. Three girls are laughing as they follow Corvette-girl to the rear entrance of the school. She suddenly stops, spinning around to face them in a whirlwind of blonde hair and suede fringe. They step back, bumping into each other.

“Wow.” She looks the girls up and down before zeroing in on the tallest and prettiest of the group. This one’s gotta be the head mean girl, based on all the movies I’ve seen. “Too bad your daddy couldn’t buy you some brain cells to go with that nose job, Paige. The car’s from the seventies.”

The girls glare at her, then simultaneously roll their eyes up to their eyebrows. She stays rooted to the sidewalk, forcing them to walk around her. A smirk tips the corner of her mouth.

As she turns to enter the school, she catches me watching her. Holding my gaze with her bright eyes, she flashes me a teasing smile, blows a pink bubble of gum at me, pops it, then disappears inside.

I quickly wipe the silly grin off my face with the back of my hand and refocus my attention on my job. Distractions aren’t a luxury I can afford. Especially feisty, cute ones with trouble stamped all over them.

“You need anything before I head outta here?” Kyle asks, glancing over the blueprints that are spread out on a table in the middle of the framed-in addition. We’ve known each other since high school, and he’s worked for me since I started the company ten years ago. He’s always the last of my crew to leave.

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Advertisement Tied Read online Carian Cole (All Torn Up #2) http://www.books2020.com/tied-2-read-online-carian-cole Sun, 22 Dec 2019 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/tied-2-read-online-carian-cole Genre: Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Romance Authors: Carian Cole Series: All Torn Up Series by Carian Cole
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Total pages in book: 107
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Read Online Books/Novels:	Tied (All Torn Up #2)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Carian Cole
Language:	English
ISBN/ ASIN:	1548839132 (ISBN13: 9781548839130)
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Two hearts tied together by hope and tragedy.An unexpected smile. A touch on scarred flesh. A kiss on waiting lips. An undeniable love that overcomes all doubt...My childhood and innocence were stolen when I was kidnapped at five years old and held captive for eleven years. Now, at eighteen years old, I don't know what love, happiness, or hope feels like anymore. I'm numb and lost, clinging to a childhood fairytale of a happily ever after with the prince I hoped would someday save me. I had no idea my prince would come in the form of a scarred recluse, covered in tattoo's, who won't-or can't-speak a word. The moment our eyes met I knew he was the one. My prince. The one I knew would save me. He's possibly as lost in society as I am, scarred just as much on the inside as the outside. Just like me. Haunted by his tragic past, he's sentenced himself to a lifetime of loneliness. He saved my life that day he found me in the woods, and although he doesn't speak or smile, I can't stop thinking about him. I ache to hear his voice and see him smile. And I want nothing more than to be the one to break through his walls. Together, we found love, happiness, and a closeness that once felt impossible to have. But can I save him from himself, and the twisted past that ties us together?
Books in Series:	All Torn Up Series by Carian Cole
Books by Author:	Carian Cole

Prologue

Once upon a time…

I watch as the flames crawl across the pages of the pink bound book, obliterating the tiny words until that very first sentence goes up in flames and smoke.

One by one, I toss all my childhood fairy-tale books into the fire and watch them get eaten by the orange flames. Tears spill down my hot cheeks, and strong arms embrace me from behind, pulling me back against his chest before I can fling myself into the fire to save my precious books. Those worn pages, and the stories they hold, once saved my life.

It’s more than just the books, though. I want to feel the searing burn of flesh like he did. I want the smoke to seep into my lungs and suffocate me like it did to him.

“Let it all go.” His warm lips brush against my ear as he pulls us backward, his arms tightening around me.

He always knows what I’m thinking, what I need to hear or feel from him—often before I do. He understands the aches of my heart and the memories that lurk and claw at my soul. He’s the only one who knows how to chase it all away.

When the last page has burned, and there’s nothing left but ash and memories, we turn away. He drapes his arm across my shoulder, presses his lips to the top of my head, and leads us from the fire as wisps of smoke trail after us like ghosts not wanting to be left behind.

This is where it ends.

Exactly where we began.

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Tyler

The stillness of daybreak has been my favorite time of day for as long as I can remember. That short span of time between dark and light, when the day is slowly awakening, has always felt surreal to me.

And quiet. So very quiet, with the exception of chirping birds and other woodland creatures. But I don’t consider that noise.

Sunbeams peek through the trees, and morning dew glistens over the mossy forest trail beneath my boots as I walk through the woods, barely making a sound. I’m not an intruder here, among the lifting fog and the faint chirping of birds—this is home. I’ve walked this path hundreds of times.

I am daybreak and dusk. I’m no longer light or dark, but some vague, fucked-up place in the middle.

I’m the gray area.

Pausing, I tilt my head at the odd sound coming from my left, recognizing it as the same noise I heard out here yesterday but didn’t have time to check out. I push the hood of my sweatshirt off my head, straining to hear the sound again, but all I hear is my own breath for a full minute.

Urgh! Urrgh!

At first, I think it’s a deer huffing, but I’ve never heard one sound like that before. It seems to be making the sound too often and too frantically. Veering off the trail, I make my way through the trees toward the sound. It could be the lost dog I’ve been trying to find for the past week, possibly hurt or caught in a trap. Dogs get lost up here in the woods all the time, usually with hikers who think their dogs would never run off chasing a squirrel and not come back when called.

So I, Tyler Grace, the alleged small-town psycho, lure and catch the lost dogs and bring them back to their owners. Actually, that’s not true. I don’t bring them back myself. I let someone much more sociable do that part. I let them play the hero. I just like the thrill of chasing and catching things. It satisfies my inner stalker.

Urgh!

The tortured, haunting sound makes my neck hairs stand on end, and an uneasy feeling settles deep in my gut. As I walk deeper into the woods, the noise grows louder until it sounds as if I’m practically right on top of it, but I see nothing.

Urgh!

Fuck. I am on top of it. The sound is coming from somewhere beneath me.

What the hell?

I kneel and run my hands through the layer of dead leaves covering the ground, confused and not sure what I’m looking for until my hand catches on something hard that feels like rusted metal. I brush more of the leaves aside, and a chill settles in my bones when I realize what it is.

Nestled into the dirt is a round wooden door. I grasp the rusty metal knob and slide a heavy wooden door to the side to reveal what may have been a well or shelter at one time. I blink and stare down into the dark hole, thinking the scene in front of me is going to disappear, but it doesn’t.

There’s a teenaged girl down there, staring back up at me with sheer terror in her huge eyes, rocking back and forth. She’s huddled against the earth wall clutching a small white dog, and it makes that horrible sound I now recognize as the sound of a dog with its vocal chords severed. A child’s purple backpack is on the ground next to her, torn and dirty, and it reminds me of one my little sister had when she was young. It’s cool out here in the woods, especially during early fall in this part of New Hampshire, so she must be chilled to the bone down in that hole.

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Advertisement Asher – Ashes & Embers Read online Carian Cole http://www.books2020.com/asher-ashes-embers-read-online-carian-cole Tue, 03 Dec 2019 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/asher-ashes-embers-read-online-carian-cole Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Romance Authors: Carian Cole Advertisement

Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 149606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 499(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Asher - Ashes & Embers
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I should have died. I should have been forgotten. But I didn’t, and I wasn’t. Living the life most women only dream about, I was madly in love with my soulmate—Asher Valentine—amazing husband, loving father, and rock’s favorite kick-ass frontman. A man who loved me every day, in every way, since we first met as teens. We were blessed with a beautiful daughter who was the light of our life. My all-female rock band was tearing up the charts. Then tragedy struck, and I lost it all. Now all I have is a stack of journals, an antique key, and a big black void where my memories should be. Used to be. And I have him—this man with wild hair, tattoos from head to toe, a soft voice, and an even softer touch that gives me butterflies. He’s clearly hopelessly in love with his wife. I’m told that’s me. But that wife is gone, and she took everything they once had, leaving me in her place. A broken replacement. A new version that doesn’t quite fit. I’m slowly falling in love with him, but will he ever truly love me? Or will he forever be in love with her, the phantom woman who haunts us both? ________________________________ Asher can be read standalone! There is NO cheating in this book. The Hero stays 100% faithful to his wife from the time he meets her at 15, all through her 8 year coma, and forever after. This is a story of what marriage and true love is.
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Prologue

“You brought me all the way up here to my favorite place to distract me, didn’t you?” Ember squints against the rays of sun slicing through the trees.

I grab her hand and link our fingers as we walk along the steep, rocky path that runs the length of the waterfall. “Is it working?”

She mimics my playful grin. “You know it is, Valentine, and it isn’t fair.”

My wife only calls me by my last name when she’s teasing, flirting with me, or when we’re having a rift. Sometimes a mix of all.

When we reach the small lookout at the top of the falls, I pull her close, squeezing her hand so she can’t walk away to stare at the water. Her cheeks are flushed pink and damp from the hike up the mountain, her lips slightly parted as she catches her breath.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She smiles at me with that twinkle of playfulness in her green eyes I’ve been crazy about since I met her.

“I just love you. That’s why.” I lean down and touch my lips to hers, lingering for a few seconds, sharing the same breath.

“I love you too.”

We sit on a boulder covered in soft moss near the ledge and admire the view of the falls and clear water in the river below. Autumn in New Hampshire is our favorite season, and this is our special place. It’s the spot where we said “I love you” for the first time. It’s where I asked her to marry me. It’s also where she told me she was pregnant with our daughter. We’ve written songs here. Made most of our life decisions here.

A lone cloud drifts across the sky, dimming the brightness of the sun, leaving us in a moment of unexpected grayness. Much like this morning when over breakfast she blurted out words that nearly made me choke on my coffee. Unfamiliar words like unhappy.

And lonely.

I told her I didn’t understand. And I don’t. I still don’t.

Her words seeped into my chest and settled there with a persistent burn. Now, hours later, that ache endures, plaguing me, and I want it gone. Stat. I know deep down that her words this morning weren’t merely words. They were stepping stones thrown down a path that would take us to a place we’d never been before.

A crossroads.

My hope was that she wouldn’t be able to think about being unhappy in a place that holds nothing but precious memories, which was why I suggested we get on my motorcycle and take a ride here.

“Ash, I don’t think I want to live like this anymore.”

The soft sincerity of her voice cuts through my thoughts like a dagger slicing a ribbon, leaving my hope frayed and tattered.

The cloud moves, and the sun’s warmth and light return, but it doesn’t diminish the chill of foreboding still rooted in my gut.

Is she thinking of leaving me?

“Define this.” I nod at a hiker who smiles in our direction as he walks by on the path a few feet away. My fingers twitch, itching to hold a cigarette and bring it to my lips, even though I haven’t smoked in more than four years.

“I don’t want this crazy rock star life anymore. I miss you. I’m lonely. I hate that we’re both constantly in a state of utter exhaustion. I’m worried about us. All I want is calm and quiet. Some normalcy. To be home more with Kenzi. It hurts me so much to say it, but I’m not happy with how things are. It’s too much nonstop stress. Too much time apart.” She stares at the water tumbling down the rocky mountainside. Her top teeth dig into her glossy lower lip, something she does when she’s worried or lost in thought.

Every word feels like a brick, each one stacking up to create a wall I’m not sure I can climb. I rub my hand across the stubble on my chin, hoping the noise of the rushing waterfall has affected my hearing and my wife isn’t telling me she’s unhappy with our life.

Our hearts and happiness have always been perfectly in sync. Our goals, our dreams, our desires have always been parallel. Solid and unwavering. We’ve been called a power couple in the music industry. The fans even gave us one of those smashed up stupid couple nicknames: Ashber.

We’re happy. Aren’t we? We send each other sexy and mushy texts day and night. We still kiss like lovestruck teens. We talk on the phone for hours when we’re apart, chatting about life, music, Kenzi, and our future. We can’t keep our hands off each other when we’re together. We live in a never-ending honeymoon phase.

“I thought you were happy with our life,” I say, terrified of where she’s going with this, and even more terrified to admit that I’ve been feeling the same way.

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Advertisement Torn Read online Carian Cole (All Torn Up #1) http://www.books2020.com/torn-1-read-online-carian-cole Tue, 20 Aug 2019 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/torn-1-read-online-carian-cole Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Erotic, New Adult, Romance Authors: Carian Cole Series: All Torn Up Series by Carian Cole
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Read Online Books/Novels:	Torn (All Torn Up #1)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Carian Cole
Language:	English
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When I was five years old I told Toren Grace I was going to marry him when I grew up. When I turned eighteen I made it clear I still felt the same. The problem? He's fifteen years older than me and he's my father's best friend. Toren Grace. My father's best friend. My pseudo-uncle. He's always been my rock. The one I should never, ever want. But I do want him, and I love him. I always have. He loves me too. Tor's one of the good guys. Loving. Devoted. A strong moral compass. One kiss between us rocked him clear off his axis. Now we can't forget how that kiss felt, and what it changed. Nothing will ever be the same between us. I know he's struggling with his feelings, but I'm determined. I'm not a little girl anymore, and we can't deny we were meant to be together. The heart wants what the heart wants, and it doesn't care about age or how we met. My father cares, though. And he's the one person neither one of us can stand to hurt. We're all being torn apart, and I don't know how to make everyone see that the wrongs are actually right. * Torn can be read as a single book.
Books in Series:	All Torn Up Series by Carian Cole
Books by Author:	Carian Cole

Prologue

My love,

Walk in the rain with me. Kiss me in the misty fog.

Let me hold you all night under the hush of the wind.

I'm waiting for you. Throwing pennies...making wishes.

I'm wishing only for you. Always for you.

Come back to me.

I'll fight for you. I'll fight for us.

Wish for me, too...and I'll make it come true.

The frayed parchment paper is soft in my fingers, perfectly worn and aged, and I'm very aware that he chose this texture of paper, this color of ink, with careful consideration. Because he knows how much it means to me. Because he knows me. Like no else ever has or ever could.

I read his words over and over again; long after I have them memorized and they're burned into my heart and soul, yet I still hold the handwritten note and stare at the words until they blur. I can hear his voice saying them; deep, yet soft and sensual. Raw.

I like touching the paper that I know he held in his hands. The hands that had once held me, caressed me, ignited passion and desire in me so deep that I still can't forget. And I don't ever want to.

The faint scent of his cologne drifts from the paper. Or maybe I've just wished for it so much that I've imagined it. Either way, it's comforting and stirs memories.

Reading his words, all the feelings rush back like acid on a wound that won't heal. He's my other half; the one who makes my heart beat. The man who makes me feel every feeling that could possibly be felt - and then some. The man who held me and loved me through almost every moment of my life. I have no past without him, and no future without him. Quite simply, he is my world. There is no way I will ever move on from a love like ours. We belong to each other. I've always known it, and I am utterly exhausted from fighting it, denying it, keeping myself from it, and hiding it - as I'm sure he must be, too.

And now after the silence...he still loves me. He still believes in us, and his words assure me he's willing to take on the world for me. For us.

It’s time for me to go back home to my love and to my heart. Time is precious, and I don’t want to give any more up.

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Tor

Kenzi ~ one day old

Toren ~ fifteen years old

"We want you to be her Godfather," Asher says as he gently lays his newborn baby into my arms. I have to tear my gaze away from her spellbinding eyes to look up at him from the chair I'm cradling the baby in.

"Me?" I repeat, glancing over at Ember in the hospital bed, who beams back at me with a tired, yet genuine smile.

"Yes, you," they both say at the same time. "If it wasn't for you, we probably never would have met," Ember adds, grabbing Asher's hand. "And we wouldn't have this beautiful little baby. We know you'll always protect her."

"That's right, man. You're Uncle Tor now."

I'm an uncle. And my two best friends are parents. And we're all fuckin' under sixteen.

But Kenzi Allyster Valentine would change us all forever. She needed us.

"Wow. I'm honored, guys. No doubt, I'll always be here for her."

I kick back the pang that hits my stomach. I didn't get the girl...but I got something better that I never expected. A gift in the form of a little tiny hand wrapped tightly around my finger, huge eyes like gems staring up into mine like I was the most amazing person in the friggin' world, and the first glimpse of what I could already tell was going to be a heart-stopping smile.

At that moment, a connection was born.

That was it.

She owned me.

My niece.

My goddaughter.

The love of my life.

Kenzi

I hop off the back of the motorcycle and run my fingers through my shoulder-length hair, trying to detangle the mess. The wind is brutal on my hair and turns it into a tumbleweed in less than five minutes of being on the bike. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me against him and plants a dry kiss on my lips that tastes like dirt from the road.

"Kenzi!" A deep male voice bellows from the top of my driveway, making us both jump. "If I see your ass on the back of that bike again, we're gonna have some fuckin' issues."

Jason quickly pulls away his hands that had inched their way down to my ass. "Holy shit, is that your father?" he asks under his breath.

I let out a sigh and shake my head. My father is not one to raise his voice. Unless he's singing on stage, of course. But never out in the driveway. And never at me. "No, it's just my uncle."

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I suggest reading blind if you want all the feels! The people we love are thieves. They steal our hearts. They steal our breath. They steal our sanity. And we let them. Over and over and over again. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * They say you never forget your first time. Mine was with a homeless musician who effed my brains out under a bridge. He was my first love. And fourteen years later, I still can’t get him out of my head. He broke all my rules. He also broke my heart. I watched him climb to stardom, cheering him on from afar. But I was never a fan; just a girl in love. Like a tornado, he spiraled, leaving a path of destruction in his wake. But love conquers all, right? It has to. Because here I stand, ravaged and ruined, needing it to be true. You can’t go back, but I want to. Back to the bridge. Back to when he sang only for me. Before he was famous. Before he shattered my heart. I thought I knew everything about him. But I could not have been more wrong. He promised me every tomorrow. And here I am, waiting. And hoping. Again. **there is no cliffhanger and no cheating in this book
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Chapter One

1998

A menu sails across my desk and knocks over my paperclip holder.

“Earth to Piper Karel,” my co-worker Melissa says, ignoring the destruction she just caused. “How interesting can reception work really be? I’ve said your name like three times! I’m calling in a lunch order soon and going to pick it up. Do you want anything?”

It’s 10:30 a.m. and I’m still nursing the tea I made earlier this morning. I’ve been too buried sorting out my inbox to even touch my granola bar, let alone to think about what I want for lunch. I wonder what’s going on in Melissa’s inbox that lunch is her priority.

I hand the checkered menu back to her and return my paperclips back to their little rectangular magnetic house. “No, thank you. I’m good.”

“Maybe if you ate lunch once in a while you wouldn’t be such a stick, Piper.”

“I do eat lunch, Melissa. I just like to eat at the park and get some fresh air instead of being in this office for nine hours straight every day.”

“You miss all the fun leaving the office for lunch every day. All the good stuff happens in the lunch room in this place.”

Ah, yes. The office gossip. Just last week I missed some drama. If I’m ever up for a promotion, I can guarantee I wouldn’t congratulate my competitor by dumping my salad into her lap.

“I just like some quiet time to myself sometimes,” I reply.

“Right. Enjoy your quiet lunch then. All by yourself. As usual.” She tosses her hair and flounces away with the menu tucked under her arm.

At twenty-one, I’m the youngest person in the office. I work for a small fashion design firm. Our activewear line is really popular nationwide and two seasons ago we partnered with a celebrity designer on a pair of yoga pants that put the company on the map. I started working here as a receptionist and general office assistant part-time my senior year of high school and was brought on full-time after I graduated. Answering phone calls and typing letters isn’t exactly my idea of a career, but it pays the bills. The company is growing steadily and there are always openings for new positions. I’m just waiting for the right one to pique my interest, hopefully in marketing or product development. For now, I’m happy learning as much about the products and the company as I can.

When I took this job, I hoped it would be a new start for me across the board. I was looking forward to being around people who didn’t know how awkward I had always been, and I thought I’d make new friends.

I was the girl who puked on the first day of first grade and who tripped wearing black pumps and a mini skirt on the first day of high school. I fell like a baby deer, legs sprawled, and flashed my panties with little kittens on them to half the school. They never forgot I was the puker, and they sure as hell didn’t forget I was the one with the kitten panties. The boys purred and meowed at me for months, and the girls nicknamed me Pussypuker.

Fun times.

I had such high hopes for joining the working world—a real professional atmosphere. I didn’t expect to be surrounded by married men who flirted with all the women. Or stressed-out coffee addicts who screamed about their spreadsheets. Or women who gossiped and stirred drama like they were paid to.

Welcome to adulthood.

And I certainly wasn’t expecting Melissa, who graduated from high school the year before me, to start working here a few months ago. She was one of the elite popular girls in school. She had the nicest clothes, the nicest car, friends who hung on her every word, and all the most attractive guys panting after her. My awkwardness and random mishaps were a great source of amusement for her back then. She’s much more subtle about mocking me now, but she’s still just as annoying.

Just before noon, I take two steps into the courtyard of the office building when something smashes into the side of my head. Hard, soft, and…flapping? I reach up and touch a small sore spot above my temple. A small blue bird flutters haphazardly on the ground next to my feet before it flies off into a nearby tree.

What the heck? I scrunch my eyes against a dull pain in my temple, wondering what it says about me that a bird flew into my head.

Laughter erupts from my right. Melissa and a woman from accounting are smoking and shaking their heads at me. I’m pretty sure I heard the word birdbrain thrown in my direction.

Shaking off my embarrassment, I retrieve a compact mirror from my purse. The quiet park is just a few blocks away, but I want to make sure I don’t have a gash on my head, which would only renew my humiliation. What I assume was the point of beak impact hurts, but after inspection, I see no blood—only faint redness… and a tiny blue feather stuck to my forehead.

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