To Be Claimed Series by W. Winters

To Be Claimed Series by W. Winters – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Wed, 25 Oct 2023 18:31:46 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png To Be Claimed Series by W. Winters – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Under His Reign (To Be Claimed #5) Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters http://www.books2020.com/under-his-reign-to-be-claimed-5-read-online-w-winters-willow-winters Wed, 25 Oct 2023 18:31:46 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/under-his-reign-to-be-claimed-5-read-online-w-winters-willow-winters Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dragons, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: W. Winters, Willow Winters Series: To Be Claimed Series by W. Winters
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)

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From USA Today Best Selling author Willow Winters comes a steamy paranormal romance with fire play, fated mates, and a war brewing... Mine to have. All mine. My dragon is desperate. I crave to be fated to her even if it costs me everything... Chapter by chapter, enjoy this paranormal romance as I write it. It can be read as a standalone although it does connect to the Wounded Kiss world.

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PROLOGUE

Alec

At the Estate of the Authority

A small knock on the door makes my pen slip on the paper. I tap it against my desk as I watch the door part and open. I knew she wouldn’t wait for me to answer. My love, my beautiful little love. She pushes the door open with her gorgeous backside as she steadies the tray in her hands. An asymmetrical grin pulls at my lips. “You’ve brought me tea again? It’s nearly midnight.” I click the home button on my phone to double check—1:34 a.m. I close my eyes tightly and sigh in irritation. Time has gotten away from me yet again.

“It’s chamomile, Alec. You need to relax”—Isabella gently places the silver tray on the edge of the desk before slipping her petite frame between my legs—“and come to bed.” Her wide brown eyes find mine, as she lifts herself up to sit her lush ass in the center of the desk. I settle my forehead on her chest and wrap my arms around the small of her back. She runs her small hands through my hair and whispers, “Why don’t you come to bed with me tonight?”

I pull away from her warmth to look into her gorgeous eyes. “You know why.”

“But they’re going to find out regardless of what we do. You can’t stop it, Alec.”

“They’ll take you from me if they know how much you mean to me.” My blue eyes plead with her to understand. I kiss the dip in her neck, just below her throat. We’ve had this same conversation over and over. Sighing deeper, I sit back in the leather seat, readjusting. A frown mars my face. As a sorcerer, I am never to love or have companionship. It clouds the visions and intentions. Never in my life did I feel tempted…until her.

“They’re going to take me, Alec.” Her tone is mournful but absolute. With her hand slipping over mine, she adds, “You are not taking advantage of the time we have now.” Even as she states the tragic truth, happiness is evident on her face. She doesn’t fear her death, but I do. I can’t allow it to happen. I will do everything to protect her. Even if that means denying what I desire most.

“I can’t risk you.” I take her small hand in mine and kiss the gentle pulse of her wrist. She maneuvers herself and settles in my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing my cheek. Suppressing a groan of want and temptation, I resist moving at all. Not to pull her in closer and certainly not to push her away.

“It’s not up to you. The seers are never wrong.” I refuse to look at her as she speaks, so I stare at the back wall. It can’t be true. I won’t allow it to be true. The antique clock seems to tick louder and louder as I watch the time pass. There must be something I can do to prevent the fate the seers gave her. There’s always a way.

Loving her is a death sentence. One we both knew when temptation beckoned us.

She tilts my head with her small and dainty fingers on my chin so I’m forced to look into her eyes. “They’ll come for you once the war starts, and they’ll find me.” Her gaze searches mine. “You can’t stop it, just like you can’t stop this war.”

My response is harsher than I intend. “I won’t let them find you. I won’t.”

“So you’ll keep me locked away?” Her warm breath and sultry voice harden my cock instantly. Her fingertip plays along my lips before traveling down my chin and throat until it reaches the dip of my throat. She leans into my ear and whispers, “Will you keep me chained, Alec?” The image of her naked and bared to me is my undoing.

“Do you want me to chain you, Isabella?” My tone is smooth and teasing, although my heart beats faster with lust.

“I want you to let me love you while I can.” She scoots off my lap and onto the floor, settling between my legs. I place my hands on my thighs, my fingertips dig in, holding me still while she runs her hand over the bulge in my dark gray pants. Her firm breasts are pressed together, barely covered as the thin cloth of her linen robe slips down. Isabella is relentless in her need; she pushes my thighs farther apart.

“Bella.” There’s a trace of a warning in my voice, but she rises on her knees and places a gentle kiss on my chest just as the word leaves my mouth. The love in her action makes her name sound like a prayer as it passes by my lips.

When my eyes slowly open, I find hers still on me. “Please love me.” Her bright eyes are filled with a sadness that’s never there. My heart sinks and I immediately push the chair back, the legs grating on the old wood floors of my office. I get on my knees, carrying her with me, then cradle her face in my hand.

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Advertisement Broken Fate (To Be Claimed #4) Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters http://www.books2020.com/broken-fate-to-be-claimed-4-read-online-w-winters-willow-winters Thu, 14 Sep 2023 21:22:32 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/broken-fate-to-be-claimed-4-read-online-w-winters-willow-winters Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Suspense, Vampires Authors: W. Winters, Willow Winters Series: To Be Claimed Series by W. Winters
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Total pages in book: 56
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One glance at sweet, gorgeous Lena has my fists clenched and my wolf snarling… she’s mine, even if she bears the enemy’s claiming mark.

Full blurb reveal to come… The To Be Claimed Saga continues with Jude’s story.

This standalone novel contains a growly alpha werewolf that’s just as hot as he is protective. Guaranteed happily ever after.

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Prologue

Jude

Even if my heart is racing, I blend in perfectly, just as I’ve been trained to do. The mud masks my scent and they have no fucking clue I’ve been watching them for hours. All the while an anxiousness fights against my instincts. Devin, my Alpha, tasked me with recon to get a good look at the enemy and their defenses. They targeted us first, threatened the Alpha mate… so they have this coming. I had my suspicions, but I never could have known how damn weak Shadow’s pack is. It’s unfortunate that addiction has destroyed their wolves. It’s more than obvious with their lazy sparring in between swigs of whiskey and snorts of cocaine. The arrogance that is Shadow, their Alpha, finally surfaced a few minutes ago with his young mate, and I hadn’t realized I could be shocked further.

I anticipated feeling pity for this pack, like I have so many others that have young pups and difficulties my pack can only imagine. Until last week, we were only a small pack of males—not a single one of us had found our mate. With the damage fate raised us with before bringing the Shadow Falls pack together, I thought it best there was no one to share this life with. So when it comes to other packs, ones with children, I have mercy.

Not this time. The longer I observe, the angrier I become. It’s a little too close to what was once my home.

The Alpha mate, a petite and rather thin brunette with slicked-back hair, smirks as she kicks the two pups to the side. “Move and wait your turn,” she speaks loud enough for the entire camp to hear. Although, I’m unsure the pups understand. They’re both in poor health and have poor hygiene. As are the half a dozen adults sharing the charred meal of venison around the open flames. With torn jeans and simple shirts stained with blood and dirt, the elders of the pack pay no mind to anything apart from their meal. Merely pushed to the side, the two pups seem to gather up energy to continue their efforts, desperate to get at the bones the males are tossing to the side around the fire pit.

I would be shocked if the pups were hers, although no other adult seems to care. Two men glance back over their shoulder before scooting down the makeshift bench to provide a spot for their Alpha mate. The two other women don’t spare the pups a glance, even with the faint yelp from the smallest.

It’s sickening to watch. My mind races with possibilities that the two are runts and are practically abandoned, or that the mother passed bringing them here.

Taking stock of the women gathered around the fire, I’m not given any clues to the pups, only to their addiction and poor health. I’m surprised their bones aren’t poking through the thin flesh covering their frail bodies.

A strangled sob from a hut on the left of the clearing captures my attention. It also catches Shadow’s mate’s attention, and she rises instantly, standing so quickly five of the six pack members around the fire watch her carefully. Not the Alpha though. Shadow doesn’t bother looking up from his food. “Leave her alone.”

“Why is that bitch even allowed to breathe the same air as me?” she hisses at her Alpha. Shadow blended into the pack before, but her comment raises his hackles, his spine stiffens as he straightens his shoulders toward her. There’s a menacing dominance about him, and the other men still, waiting and watching.

His cold eyes finally meet hers as he sneers, “Because she’s pregnant with my pup.” My heart beats once out of turn as I take in the scene. My emotions are far too high from the sight before me.

Her nose scrunches in disgust. “That’s your fault for taking a mate that wasn’t yours.” I suppress the growl growing in my chest. A mate is for life, yet he’s taken two. One of which isn’t his true mate? As the scene unfolds, my wolf paces faster and presses against my chest. So much is wrong, but holding my wolf back has never been a challenge before.

Shadow rises from his seat on the log bench around the fire and stalks to his mate. She stands defiantly before cowering slightly, seeming to resign herself to her fate. His hand whips through the air, slaps her cheek, and busts her lip open. The smack makes one of the other women flinch, but the men don’t move. No one says a word as the Alpha mate lands hard on her side in the dirt. I feel bile rise up my throat, but I stay still and will my disgust down.

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Advertisement Primal Lust (To Be Claimed #3) Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters http://www.books2020.com/primal-lust-to-be-claimed-3-read-online-w-winters-willow-winters Sat, 15 Oct 2022 22:39:03 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/primal-lust-to-be-claimed-3-read-online-w-winters-willow-winters Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Authors: W. Winters, Willow Winters Series: To Be Claimed Series by W. Winters
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Total pages in book: 49
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From USA Today best-selling author, Willow Winters, comes a tempting tale of fated love, lust-filled secrets and the beginnings of an epic war.

Never in my life could I have prepared for what fate had in store for me. Or for any of us.

Our tales are intertwined and destiny saw fit to give me to a beast of a man who would die for me. He longs for me and I for him, but my past is riddled with a darkness and our present with deception and the whispers of war.

Everything warns me that my life will change forever. That the world will crumble and burn. I don’t know what will happen or what will become of us. All I know is that, in his eyes, I belong to him.

This is book 3 of the To Be Claimed Saga. Wounded Kiss is book 1 and should be read first.

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PART I

SCARRED MATE

GRACE

My palms and knees roughly scrape back and forth against the grass, my nails digging into the dirt as my body pushes forward with every pleasure-filled thrust. Every nerve ending in my body is sensitized and even the moans that slip from my lips seem to add to my insatiable desire. My head hangs low, then rises with a desperate need to cry out as I take the punishing fuck. Devin’s grip on the curves of my ass is so powerful that I wouldn’t be surprised to find bruises later. His sharp fangs graze the tender skin on my neck, causing my blood to heat and rush through my veins with intense need. Arching my neck for him, I give him easy access to bite me, to claim me as his.

Every move is achingly natural and primitive; dark and seductive under the full moon.

“More,” I say, whimpering my plea. His hips pound against mine as his pace quickens. Devin’s thick girth stretches me fully, giving a hint of pain to the waves of pleasure crashing through me. It’s instantly forgotten as overwhelming heat builds in my core. It spreads slowly through my body as my toes numb. Yes, yes!

As he slams into me, the force of his powerful thrusts pushes my body forward, nearly knocking me to the ground. Strangled moans escape me as he continues to pound into me without holding back, the beast in him taking over, fueled by the full moon. It’s all so intense and my head thrashes as I fight the urge to pull away.

Too much. Too much.

I almost cry out for him to stop but I hold myself back, clenching my teeth and submitting to the overwhelming and all-consuming haze of passion, loving his fierce desire to claim my body with his.

Devin gently kisses my back, a move that’s at odds with his forceful motions. Again his fangs glide across the skin of my neck, threatening to pierce me, to mark me and scar me forever as his. I groan in approval at the thought. I desperately want to be his. I need to be his. I moan my pleasure into the chill of the air, knowing I’m his to claim.

He owns me: my body, my heart, my future.

The unrelenting heat threatens to burn me as he pistons his hips harder and faster. I whisper the words “I can’t,” as he nips my ear, sending a fresh wave of pleasure to my throbbing core. Refusing to slow his pace, a low growl rumbles in his chest. I gasp for air as my body gives out and he slams into me to the hilt. His fangs finally give me what I’ve been wanting. They pierce into my sensitive skin, and I let out a scream at the agonizing sensation.

A sharp pain attacks my body, making every inch of me shake violently. Fire courses through my veins, blistering my skin and threatening to choke me. Just as I register the pain, a soothing wave of unmatched pleasure rocks through me, easing the burn and forcing me to tremble with sated desire.

“Mine.” Devin licks the deep marks on my neck. Devin’s hot tongue soothes the claiming bite. The intensity subsides as the cool wind caresses my exposed skin. “Mine.”

“Yours. I’m yours.” I say the words quickly as I try to catch my breath. His long, warm exhale against my skin causes goosebumps to flow down my shoulders as he licks his mark again and then nuzzles into the crook of my neck. His strong arms pull my feverish body into his muscular chest.

“I love you, Devin.” My eyes refuse to open as I nestle into his embrace and sigh with contentment. I am his mate. Feeling overwhelmed with the emotion consuming my every thought, I leave kisses on his chest, his neck—every inch of him. I don’t know how it’s possible to feel this kind of love so quickly, so assuredly.

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Advertisement Gentle Scars (To Be Claimed #2) Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters http://www.books2020.com/gentle-scars-to-be-claimed-2-read-online-w-winters-willow-winters Tue, 05 Oct 2021 20:22:45 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/gentle-scars-to-be-claimed-2-read-online-w-winters-willow-winters Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Shape Shifters, Vampires Authors: W. Winters, Willow Winters Series: To Be Claimed Series by W. Winters
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From USA Today best-selling author, Willow Winters, comes a tempting tale of fated love, lust-filled secrets and the beginnings of an epic war. There was never a question of whether or not I would be his. It’s simply what fate demanded. There’s a knowing when the werewolves find their mates. It’s an aching need, a desperation… one they would die for. But for their mates, it’s a trance, a pull, a submissive desire that’s at odds with the shadows of my past and how I’ve learned to survive. I didn’t know how hard I’d fall. I didn’t know what destiny would bring. I didn’t know it then that I would die for him as he would me. This is book 2 of the To Be Claimed Saga. Wounded Kiss is book 1 and should be read first.
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Part I

Lost Puppy

Prologue

Veronica

* * *

No one is meant to live forever. Even immortals. As a vampire, I knew one day my life would be over. I imagined it would be due to violence.

Not because I fell in love.

“Promise me you won’t take the drug anymore.” Vince’s voice is tight, his plea desperate. The bloodied tears that stain my cheeks fail to stop.

I chose this. I did it for him. For us. If there’s a chance for us to have a real life together, one where I won’t grow old … One where I could possibly have a child … it’s for love. I never asked for a mate. In all my decades, I never felt this deep need.

Just as I never asked to be immortal, and now …

“Promise me, Veronica.” All I can do is slowly nod my head.

I’ve turned into a fool for him. Become weak for him. I would do anything for him.

“I promise.” I whisper the words I know are a lie. No one is meant to live forever and this had to be done.

“I will give you everything you need. I promise you, my love. It could kill you.” I sniffle and kiss the crook of his neck. His gentle embrace brings a warmth to my chilled blood. “I would die without you.”

He says that, but expects me to live when he’s gone from this world. He’ll understand. He must. He’s my mate and he’ll forgive me.

“I love you, Veronica.”

“I will love you forever, Vince.”

Our forever.

Vince

Weeks before

The first moment I felt my mate

* * *

How the hell did Devin do it? How could he leave his mate after feeling this?

My fingers ball into fists as I stand on the stage, stiff and all but snarling.

A burning shock lingers in my blood, chilling my skin with a cold sweat and willing my limbs to go to her. To my mate. My heart races, adrenaline coursing through me as the pull to go to her is overwhelming. By order of my Alpha, I’m ignoring the instinctual demand, just as he did last year. With every second my feet stay planted on this damn stage, the pit in my stomach grows larger, twisting and churning. My dry throat closes, threatening to suffocate me. The aching need devours me. I’m practically fucking weak and useless.

I need her.

How the hell did he ever wait for the offering? How could he resist when she was so close and he felt this?

“You will wait.” Devin’s command rings loud in my mind.

My wolf whines, but settles. “It hurts.” My teeth grit as another wave of stinging heat rolls over my body, punishing me for disregarding her. My neck arches, straining against all reason. With my muscles coiled, I fight my instincts. I have no intention of going against my Alpha, but this is fucking torture.

“I’m trying.”

Our telepathic conversation pauses as the young women hesitantly walk across the stage. They reek of fear and anxiety, and the awful stench is a slap in the face. The reverberation of their shoes clicking against the metal stage continues to get faster and faster as more of them scuttle past us. The Authority demands the humans be deathly afraid of the paranormal species. Given my urge to howl in utter agony at this moment, I imagine I could reduce them all to nightmares and lasting trauma if I openly struggled to control myself.

Containing this visceral reaction is brutal. The fear it creates will be rewarded by the Authority, so perhaps there’s a silver lining. The humans’ fear is good for us; not so good for the Alpha’s mate, though. I can smell her dread from here. They call her Grace. Although I can barely focus on her, I’m proud to welcome her into our pack. If she knew more about why these treaties exist and what it means to be chosen, I’m sure she wouldn’t be so damn terrified. But then again, neither would any of the other humans.

A smirk pulls my lips up; I can faintly hear Dom and Caleb’s mate telling Grace something about us having sticks up our asses. The humor relieves the agony for a moment.

“She must’ve met Dom.” I stifle my chuckle at Lev’s comment. Grace’s friend, Liz, isn’t as scared as she should be. Either that or she’s putting on a front. I barely resist the urge to turn my head toward Dom to gauge his reaction.

Caleb snickers and says, “Our mate’s a little firecracker, isn’t she?” I can practically feel his grin. Ever since the two of them felt their pull to her, Caleb’s excitement has been radiating through all of us and his wolf won’t stop panting for her. If he were in wolf form, he’d be drooling with his tongue hanging out of his jaws. Dom’s enthusiasm is dampened by his reluctance to share his mate. I’m sure as hell not jealous of those fuckers. Especially not now that I’ve found my own mate.

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Advertisement Wounded Kiss (To Be Claimed #1) Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters http://www.books2020.com/wounded-kiss-read-online-w-winters-willow-winters Sun, 01 Nov 2020 20:22:00 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/wounded-kiss-read-online-w-winters-willow-winters Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Authors: W. Winters, Willow Winters Series: To Be Claimed Series by W. Winters
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Total pages in book: 48
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From USA Today best-selling author, Willow Winters, comes a tempting tale of fated love, lust-filled secrets and the beginnings of an epic war. His chiseled jaw and silver gaze, I’ve only ever gotten a glimpse of, haunts both my nightmares and my dreams. There’s a treaty between us and them; mere mortals and the ones who terrify but keep us safe. The contract demands that every year there’s an offering and this year I’ll walk across that stage presenting myself. We have no idea what to expect if they choose someone, they haven’t in generations. The only thing we know is that the ones they take belong to them forevermore. If chosen, you don’t come back, or so the story of the treaty goes. Gather and present yourself. This is the offering… … and I… belong to him.
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Part I

The Offering

Prologue

Their authoritative presence is felt before anything else. My heart skips a beat and my blood runs cold. They’re here.

The voluminous cloaks cover their bodies entirely and their faces are mostly concealed by their hoods. Standing with their broad shoulders squared and hands tucked behind their backs, they emanate sheer masculinity and dominance.

His baritone voice whispers, and his breath burns hot against the shell of my ear. His tone is gentle, but there’s no doubt in my mind that his words are a command.

Gather and present yourself.

This is the offering …

Grace

I can’t stop staring at Lizzie. She’s killing it with the look she’s going for but the hot pink dress she’s wearing is so tight her boobs are nearly popping out. I can’t be too mad at her for that—if mine looked that good, I’d put them on display every chance I got. But the hem of her dress ends about an inch below her ass, and that’s being generous. It doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Not that I’m judging. I’m just worried other people will. If she bends over even the slightest, everyone’s going to see all her goods. At that image, I scrunch my nose and a thought hits me.

“Are you even wearing underwear?” I try to keep my tone neutral so I don’t sound like I’m being a prude, but I can’t help asking since she goes commando all the time. Although I can’t imagine her risking a wardrobe malfunction considering where we’re headed.

She pauses her contouring and shoots me a naughty grin, then rolls her eyes. “Yes.” The self-assurance falters in her expression but only for a moment, and I think I may have imagined it. Confidence is practically her middle name.

“Thank God.” I breathe out a sigh of relief and watch as she sprays something in her hair and smooths out the ends. Her hands tremble just slightly and this time I know I didn’t invent what I saw. “You look hot,” I say in an attempt to calm her nerves. It’s not the dress that’s gotten to her. It’s what we have to do the moment we leave that’s got her on edge. I know this is true, because it has me shaken too.

“You’re just saying that,” she says sweetly with a simper that doesn’t look at all innocent on her. “It’s the blond hair,” she adds as she twirls a lock around her finger. “They have more fun.”

With only a huff of a laugh in response, I shake my head and ignore the churning in my gut that’s been bothering me all day.

She’s really nailing the blond bombshell look. Honestly, she pulls off every color she’s ever dyed it. Even last summer when she went purple. It looked fantastic on her, like she was made to have violet hair; I would’ve looked like a complete dumbass.

Touching up my makeup one last time, I stare back at the mirror before smiling and spearing my fingers through my natural brunette hair, giving it more of a relaxed appearance. Lizzie may have the sexy and seductive look down pat, but I’ve got more of a traditional beauty thing going on. I like my subdued look. It keeps assholes away. Lizzie can handle them, comically so … I cannot. Smacking my lips, all done with my lip gloss, it’s time to decide on shoes.

I’m definitely wearing heels. It’s a must when I go out with Lizzie. She practically lives in them since she’s short, but so am I. It took me a little while to get used to wearing heels all the time, but now they’re like slippers. For tonight, though … getting all dressed up makes the nerves at the back of my neck prick.

“New jeans?” she asks as she eyes the designer pair I bought the other day. I’m grateful for the distraction. No more thinking about that. The idea of being taken by anyone at all—much less the men who will stand on that stage today—is only a nightmare. It’s not going to happen. Not a damn thing is going to happen this afternoon, and then we’re really going out. That’s the plan, and we’re sticking to it. I need to stop thinking about the worst things imaginable. Sometimes my mind goes to the darkest places, but not today. Not now. Sure as hell not when Lizzie needs me to be levelheaded.

“Yeah, they’re like the best pair I’ve ever owned.” They fit my petite curves better than the rest of the jeans in my closet. I’m rubbing it in a little, but Lizzie knows I’m only teasing. Stretching a little in them, I turn to check out my backside. My curves are on the larger side, but I love it. I’ve got wide hips and small breasts, whereas Lizzie’s got a full-on hourglass figure.

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