Share and enjoy! Stripped Series 1 - 2 by Jasinda Wilder Free Trashed book by Jasinda Wilder.. Free book Trashed by Jasinda Wilder. Download it once and read it on your Kindle device, PC, phones or tablets.. I'm nobody. I'm an orphan. A janitor. A college student. A virgin. And him? He's a god. One of the hottest action stars to ever… More.. It was a dam, stemming the tide of tears Full length 80, word New Adult Contemporary Romance.
Trashed I'm nobody. I'm an orphan. A janitor. A college student. A virgin. And him? He's a god. One of the hottest action stars to ever grace the silver screen, huge and muscular and gorgeous and famous. He could have anyone in the world. Yet, despite the chasm separating my world from his, I find myself in his hotel room, and he's acting like I'm the most beautiful girl in the world.
I'm not. He's everything every woman could ever want, and I'm just But for real, she's gorgeous. I've met some of the hottest women in Hollywood, and none of them can hold a candle to this girl.
I want her. And the fact that she's closed off and impossible to figure out only makes the pursuit that much more intriguing. The last thing I expect is for one night of pleasure to turn into something I'm unable to forget, even after she's gone her way and I've gone mine. I can't forget her, no matter how I try. And the next time we run into each other, I know there's no way I can let her go again.
No matter what it takes. Wounded War has taken everything from me. My family. My home. My innocence. In a country blasted by war and wracked by economic hardship, a young orphan girl like me has very few options when it comes to survival. Thus, I do what I must to live, to eat, and I try very hard to not consider the cost to my soul. My heart is empty, and my existence brutal. The one impossibility in my life is love. And then I meet HIM. It takes a chunk out of a man's very soul to do the kinds of things war demands of you.
You live with fear, you live with guilt, and you live with nightmares. If you haven't been through it, there's no understanding it. War leaves no room for love, no room for tenderness or softness. You gotta be hard, closed off, and ready to fight every moment of every day. Lose focus for a split second, and you're dead. Now the only thing that can save me is HER.
Big Badd Wolf Lucian Badd saved my life. He jumped into the freezing water of the Ketchikan harbor after I fell in.
He took me to his room, stripped my wet clothes off, and wrapped me in a warm blanket. That should have been it. I should have hit the road as soon as I could, because I'm a vagabond, a drifter. A homeless orphan with no family and no future except what I create for myself.
Which is why getting tangled up with a guy--no matter how tall, dark, quiet, and sexy he may be--is a really terrible idea. I kissed him anyway. And that one kiss? It set my world on fire, turned everything upside down. I know I shouldn't get involved with him. I tell myself I won't. Yet, I still get pulled in by him and his seven brothers and their wives and girlfriends--by the concept of family, something I haven't had in a very, very long time.
Something I never thought I'd have again. Every moment I spend with Lucian turns my present into perfect, and puts my future at risk. Even my younger brother, Xavier, finds a way to outshine everyone in the room with his unassuming charisma and dizzying intellect. More and more lately, I've been asking myself where I fit in. And then Joss Mackenzie fell into the Inside Passage in the middle of a freak snowstorm, and in so doing, fell into my life. I saved her from the icy water, but can I can I save myself from falling for a girl I know is only going to end up doing the one thing she does best--leave?
It's evident from the first kiss what the answer is--there's no saving myself, not from the magnetic appeal of her wild, untamable spirit, or the exotic allure of her caramel skin and long dreadlocks and golden-brown eyes and perfect body.
A run might do me good. Xavier only nodded and accompanied me back to my room, waited in the living room watching Corin play PS4 while I changed into running shorts and shoes, and then we exited through the studio. We stretched out on the sidewalk together, and then trotted off down the docks at a swift jog.
The pace Xavier set was punishing, a six-minute mile at maximum, if not faster. We ran together in silence for a while, maybe through three or four miles, and then Xavier slowed to a stop on the outskirts of town, at the bottom of a short, steep hill.
Big Badd Wolf by Jasinda Wilder. I was too late. Sometimes you gotta talk about it. I bent over, hands on my thighs, gasping.
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