Title: Broken Love and Forever Bound
Author: Layla Stevens
Release: May 1, 2014
Kayla Ashby is bound by her terrifying past, but what haunts her most is her dreams. Can Kayla's dreams be real? In her dreams, she can fulfill all her erotic desires; she has no boundaries, and can be anyone or anything she wants. She often finds herself with erotic clothing and using a whip and handcuffs.
Kayla has a problem in real life dealing with her demons but at night, while she is sleeping she is no longer the scared little girl she once was. Are her dreams telling her who she really is? And can she break away from her fears to become that person or will she be forever bound by her past?
Her heart is bound to another. She has loved him from the very beginning, but is she worthy of him and his love? Is it possible to overcome all those thoughts and dreams that hold her back and move on? Can Kayla overcome her abandonment issues and discover what it is like to truly love?
Garrett Winters holds his feelings close to his heart. Keeping his true feelings deep inside, hidden from those who surround him, including the one who he wants nothing more than to capture. Lovers come and go, but no one else comes close to doing what they do for each other their bond is immeasurable.
Will fate bring him to his true love or will he forever be bound to finding his heart? When they cross paths again, can their love overcome or will they both be forever, broken?
As I am finally outside I can still hear the low beats of the music and I know that I am lost in my own thoughts. I hear the doors open but never look over to see who it is. Like I care, because I don’t know anyone but VI and Wyatt and I am sure she is taking Wyatt to Heaven right about now. As I am caught up in my past life, I think to myself I have to keep my past to myself. I have not even told VI everything that happened or the real reason I am back home. I know the horror stories better than anyone. Hell, I lived them. VI has questioned me why I never wear shorts or skirts. I always change the subject because it makes me cry, and I am tired of shedding tears for my past. I hate that fucking Foster family. The damn Stantons. On the outside they were the perfect white collar family, had money, and had clout within this damned city. But when we were home it was far from perfect. The boys, or assholes as I call them, tortured me in all ways. Wow, big flipping deal. They took everything from me. I have the stupid ass scars to prove it. The bastards left me for dead. Sad thing is, I would not even spit on them if they were burning alive in front me. I’d let the bastards burn. I am still lost in my own thoughts, and I never even thought about looking around to see who was out there with me. I know people are around, as I can hear muffled conversations and even someone panting like they are having sex out here in the open. I would not doubt it, as it is dark enough out here and they would have the privacy, and it is turning me on like there is a damn fire burning on the inside. I have to get some damn relief and fucking soon I think to myself, but something still feels off. I still feel as though I am being watched. I shake my head from right to left to just shake the feeling I have, when all of a sudden I turn my head more to the left and there is he is. Garrett is standing right fucking there staring at me with a look of pure animal lust in his eyes. The things I want to do this man makes my insides tingle. What the hell? Why am I feeling like this? The next thing I know, I am pushed up against the side wall by the door and the railing that leads to the parking area. He is kissing me with all his might. I am trying to fight him for all of about negative 3 seconds. His hands are going all over my body and I am so stunned by the intrusion that I can’t do anything. My hands are not moving, but my body is betraying me in all aspects. I have a tingling sensation deep down in my deepest part of my core. He is like a fucking itch I can’t scratch. My nipples are so hard they are like diamonds. I can feel the wet spot on my jeans, and all he is doing is kissing me. I am kissed like I am the last woman alive. I see shooting stars in the back of my eyes. I feel myself surrender to his kisses. I want this man so fucking bad, but I know I am not worth his time. I never thought I’d see him again much less, kissing me like there is no tomorrow.. “Holy Hell,” I think to myself. I could die right now and be in heaven, but I have to fight it, because I can’t let him know he is affecting me the way that he is.
I am 34 years old and writing my first book. I am married to my husband David who is being very supportive of my choice to write a book. {I think he likes the fact that I run ideas off his head.} But he would never tell anyone that. I am blessed to be the mom of a little girl named Sage who is the light of my life. {I call her Olga, and she hates it} I did not give birth to her but I choose her. I am blessed with great friends who have always had my back. I have a lot to learn in this world of writing but, so far I am enjoying the ride. I am always willing to help out anyone who is in need all you have to do is ask. I can be reached anytime on face book https://www.facebook.com/tiffanisandersonn And my author page https://www.facebook.com/authorlayla.stevens?fref=ts https://www.facebook.com/pages/Layla-Stevens/697947530238039And of course twitter @authorLayla And I have also entered the blog world http://laylastevensauthor.wordpress.com/
I look forward to you all reading my book. I hope that it sparks something inside of you that says wow
Love Always Layla Stevens
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