Love Hurts
by Mandi Beck
Caged Love #1
Publication Date: January 18, 2015
Synopsis:
Even when she won’t fight for us, I’ll go to war for her…
Inside the Octagon, I have no fear. I’m at home, in my element, inflicting pain onto men trained to hurt me just as badly. Making them submit, knocking them out, maiming them, because it’s them or me. And I choose them.
Outside the Octagon, my only weakness is a five-foot-two, classy as fuck woman that I’ve loved for most of my life. She’s the one that brings me to my knees, fills my arms, my heart, and one day soon, my bed. She makes me reckless. Volatile. I drink too much and try too hard to fuck my way out of feeling—all because of her.
Frankie De Rosa is my girl, my best friend. I haven’t earned her yet, but I won’t stand by and let anyone take her from me. She will be the greatest fight of my life, but she’s worth the battle.
Love hurts, but anything worth having does, right?
I’m Deacon “The Hitman” Love — Welcome to the Cage.
Excerpt
“Tell
me one time I haven’t been there when you needed me, Princess. One
time that I haven’t dropped everything to be by your side, whether
it was a dance, a plumbing problem, a broken heart.” My voice is
controlled now, but breaks when I say, “Except for this one crucial
time, I’ve always been your go-to guy. I couldn’t save you from
him that night, but I’m doing my best to save you from him now. I’m
not here because I think it’s going to get me into your pants
quicker.” I’m disgusted with this whole conversation. I place my
palms on the table and lean toward her, forcing her to see me. “I’m
here because I love you. But I’ve always loved you. That hasn’t
changed. Only the way I love you has.”
She
holds my gaze for a beat before glancing down at the hands gripping
her mug, “Please, I just need time to figure out what I want. If
this—” she moves her hand in between us, “is what I want.”
Our eyes meet. I can see the affliction in hers and I need out.
I
straighten abruptly from the sting of her words and nod, letting her
know I hear her. Turning I stride out of the kitchen before I give
myself the chance to hurt either of us any more than I already have.
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