Series: Wesson Rebels M.C. Series Book One
Author: Shyla Colt
To Be Published: August 29th, 2014
Publisher: Hot Ink Press
Word Count: approx. 55,000
Genre: Erotic Romance
Content Warning: Graphic language, violence, and sexual/erotic material
Age Restriction: 18+
I never understood the phrase there’s a thin line between love and hate, until Dallas Wesson and I, became us.The beautiful green-eyed biker with the broken soul tantalizes me with glimpses of the man behind the vest. He‘s gravity. I have no choice but to return to him, regardless of what it costs me. Our story is messy, unconventional, uninhibited, and insane. Still, it’s real, and until now it’s always been more than enough. I’m broken, bleeding out, and completely wrecked. I walk away. Yet, he refuses to let me go. Because no matter how much I resist him we both know what lies between us is for always.
I loved Dallas Wesson my entire life in some form. My earliest memories are of me toddling around after him at family picnics, and the old ladies homes. They were our surrogate mothers, and babysitters when our fathers were gone on those long rides. I think I cried when he started school and left me behind. So I suppose, it was no surprise when that love took on a mature tone. I never saw anyone else. What chance did a high school boy have when I grew up with a green-eyed Greek god who protected me from everything? None.
When I hit womanhood at thirteen, and the estrogen began to flow liked popped champagne, i began to see him in a whole new light. Watching the endless parade of women he had hurt. Each one was a tiny slice to my heart and a knock to my self-esteem. It’s messed up what your mind can do when you’re a pre-teen with a case of unrequited love like whoa. I was desperate to grow up fast. If I’d known then all the things that came with being Dallas Wesson’s woman, I would’ve pumped the brakes. But it wouldn’t have mattered. Fate has a way of bringing us together no matter what bullshit life threw at us. Each crisis averted and overcame bound us tighter, until eventually, I understood for me it would be Dallas Wesson, always.
Love is a funny thing. It doesn’t guarantee happily-ever-after, or an easy way to go. Soul mates mean even when you should hate someone you can’t give up on them. Even if it’s what’s best for you. It makes you stupid, and more giving than you could ever imagine feeling. It’s the spell that falls over you and makes you do things you swore you never would. I never understood the phrase, there’s a thin line between love and hate, until Dallas Wesson and I became us.
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