Excerpt #1
“What am I doing?” he growls. “Shouldn’t I be asking you
that question?”
“Let go of me now, Cain. I’m not messing around, and to
answer you damn question, I’m here because I want a divorce. This was never a
marriage to begin with and now it’s in my way. Can you just sign the papers?
Please?”
All of a sudden I become all too aware of what kind of man
he has turned into when he switches our position, backing us up until my spine
is firmly resting against the wall behind me.
“It’s in your way?”
“Yes. I’m engaged,” I lie, hoping he can’t tell. It’s the
first thing that came to mind.
“You’re lying.”
He dips his face closer to mine. He still smells the same.
All man. Intoxicating. Addicting. I need him to get away from me. I’m on edge
and even quicker to defend myself while being trapped beneath his brute force.
Anger rears its ugly head.
“I’m not. It’s been six goddamned years, Cain. Besides, even
if I’m not engaged, what the hell business is it of yours, you son of a bitch?”
“I’m not signing, Calla. Never!”
On impulse my free hand comes up to push him back, but he’s
firmly rooted in place, not budging at all. He brings one of his legs in
between mine, nudging them apart. The slit on my skirt threatens to give way.
How dare he try to turn me on? How fucking dare my pussy
clench with a familiar ache? How dare my eyes want to divert down to his dick?
I’m just as mad at myself for being a disloyal little tramp as I am at him.
“You don’t know me anymore. I don’t know you. I never knew
you. You’re a cheat. A drug dealer. A gun smuggler. And a fucking coward. I
want nothing to do with you. I hate you. Goddammit, get away from me!” I
scream.
“Shut up.”
He gathers both of my hands in his and lifts them over my
head. I shake my head back and forth, my long hair flinging all over the place.
I’m about to go stark raving mad. It’s been so long since he’s touched me. His
rough hands feel the same. I’m on the verge of asking him to touch me here or
kiss me there. He threads our fingers together and I clamp down on my tongue.
Why after all this time is he doing this? Doesn’t he want his freedom, too?
“Calla.”
Excerpt #2
“Have you ever been spanked?”
I cock my head and glare at Cain, who is standing on the
threshold of the bedroom. I’m sitting cross-legged on the bed finishing up with
my list. I glance at it one more time before I answer him to make sure I have
all my sizes down. There’s a big star next to the lingerie shop in Birmingham
Hills that I know carries my favorite bras. I stick the pen behind my ear out
of habit.
“Are you cross examining me?”
“Cut the smart ass lawyer bullshit. I thought I made myself
clear when I told you to respect me in front of others. It’s a shame Bronzer is
one of the cool guys and doesn’t treat his wife like shit, because I want
nothing better than to turn you over my knee and crack that ass.”
I grind my teeth and shake my head at this fool.
“Look, respect goes both ways. I apologize. Give me a break,
would you? I mean, how was I supposed to know you would be having some man
meeting in the middle of your kitchen early in the morning?”
“You didn’t, and that’s on me, but you prancing around with
nothing covering your ass in front of my buddies really pisses me off.”
His muscles are tense as I stand and approach him.
“Whatever.” I wave him off.
“Goddamnit. I don’t care if it’s the pope who’s in this
house. I do not want anyone else seeing what’s mine.”
Now it’s my turn to shout. I’m livid as hell.
“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me! I didn’t do a damn
thing wrong. It’s you. All of it is you! The way I see it, this t-shirt covers
more of my body than the clothes some of those women had on last night at that
party. And I am not yours. I can show my ass to whomever I want.”
“Fuck. You are so stubborn. Those women’s asses weren’t
hanging out. I’m having Priscilla buy a gunny sack, granny panties, and a damn
muzzle for your mouth.”
I roll my eyes.
“Yeah, good luck with that one, buddy. You’d be better off
spanking me.”
“Oh, you’re going to get spanked, all right.”
“Ha! We’ll see about that,” I sneer.
“We sure the hell will!”
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Eloped at the age of eighteen. Separated at the age of
eighteen. Disappeared at the age of eighteen. This is what happened to Calla
Greer. Her perfect life was shattered on her wedding day when she caught her
husband Cain with another woman just hours after they said I do. With her heart
broken, she moves across the border to Windsor ,
Canada
After six long years of still being married, Calla returns
to Detroit
Only Cain has changed.
He’s bitter, angry and for a good reason.
At least that’s what he’s been telling himself for the past
six years.
Cain Bexley had fifteen minutes to destroy his marriage to
protect the woman he loved. He did the only thing he could think of to
make her leave. He jumped in bed with a woman. Life at home was a lie. Lives
were at risk.
People are not who they seem.
Not even Cain’s dad or Calla’s parents are who they say they
are. When Calla shows up begging for a divorce. He shows her exactly who he is
and no way in hell will he sign those papers.
What happens when six years later she returns? The only
woman he has loved. A woman who has changed herself! When all the lies surface
will she be able to forgive everyone she has trusted in her life or will Calla
turn to the man who destroyed her?
About the Author
Kathy Coopmans
Amazon Best Selling Author Kathy Coopmans, lives in Michigan
After raising her children she decided to publish her first
book and retiring from being a hairstylist.
She now writes full time.
She's a huge sports fan with her favorite being Football and
Tennis.
She's a giver and will do anything she can to help another
person succeed!
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