romantic-suspense

She averted his eyes, but not before he recognized the pain in them, a tormented and languished gaze, a stare preserved for people who were able to love deeply enough that they could be destroyed by it. For a moment, he knew that gaze intimately, remembering it from a time long gone. The ache of a shattered belief once known. He knew that feeling.

Because of that, he didn't know how to love someone who actually loved him. He had learned a twisted, tormented kind of love filled with pain and exploitation.

God is love. He who loves knows God.

Books are keys that open many doors.

Believe in YourselfWhy must we see something to believe in its existence?The wind itself cannot be seen by man, but all have felt it's gentle touch and watched the mighty trees bow as it swept past.We cannot see love yet its nurturing warmth is the essence of our being and sorrow can touch our very soul. For remorse is like a ripple on the ocean, once given it remains only in the heart of the receiver.Yet all of these cannot be seen only felt. Why then do you doubt your self-worth? For though it cannot cast a reflection in the mirror you have only to look in the eyes of those you love toSee it clearly.Prologue To Kiss a KingTo Kiss a King Copyright © 2017 by Julie Brookshier and Robin WoodsAll rights reserved. Except for use in a review, the reproduction or use of this work in whole or in part in any form is forbidden without written permission of one or more of the authors.This is a fictional work. Names, characters, places, and events are merely the product of the authors' imaginations or used fictitiously, purely for entertainment purposes. Any resemblance to actual persons, living, dead, or undead or any business establishments, events or places past, present, or future, is entirely coincidental.

One of the special teams turned sadistic in Kandahar and took out a village. The organization reacted swiftly by shutting down the program and denying any and all knowledge. Contracts were severed. Their service records heavily redacted. Overnight, the entire team was out. Out of the military, out of the war, out of the only life they knew. Team Fear took the fall.

Stick with me, kid. I__e got this._ His words were an echo of a promise he made long ago, not long after we first met. He always knew exactly what to say, to do, and that__ the reason I didn__ move away when he brought his lips down to mine. It__ the reason I let my hands slide over his bare chest. They mimicked the way his tongue slid along my lower lip when I sighed and melted into him.

Ryker smiled at me. __ou learn quick___ cut him off. __f you call me grasshopper, I__ going to slug you._ __adawan._ I shoved him. It was more like shoving a tree. He didn__ even flinch. __ou__e such a nerd.___eek, Millie. I__ a geek._ His lips twitched and it made me want to raise myself up on my tiptoes and kiss him. I shot him a grin instead. __nly a nerd would know the difference.

Not only were my nerves shot, but my body was a traitor. I didn__ want to melt against him. I didn__ want to enjoy the feeling of his lips sliding across my skin. I didn__ want to like the possessive way his fingers dug into my waist or the way his erection pressed against me.

There was no slow build. No peaceful meander to the summit. It was like sheet lighting stretching across a stormy sky__eautiful and blinding. I leaned forward and seized his mouth with mine.

She giggled. Giggled. Her cheeks pinked, and goddamn, if this plane didn__ get to the gate and un-board them, he was going to pull the emergency hatch.

God, woman._ He closed his fist, not bothering to count off the dozens of other things she shouldn__ do. __ou give me heartburn.___o. Those are orgasms I give you, baby.

My ex wants to come and rescue me.___oo late! I already rescued you. Who does this guy think he is?

You__e gorgeous. You__e sexy. You__e _ asking me to cut that dress off you? I__ praying for strength.

Chocolate cake and a diamond ring? In bed with the man of my dreams?

The man in 4B wondered if he could have your autograph. He told me his daughter is a huge f

Jacob being sensitive is an endowment. Think about all you'd miss out on if you didn't feel things so deeply, or see things so clearly." "But feeling good things deeply means you feel bad things deeply, too." "Would you rather walk around oblivious to the meaning of things hidden under the surface and the opportunities to feel wonder and joy? Would you want to miss out on moments that take your breath away?

Nothing looked the same, and everything looked the same.