HERO by Hayley Faiman
Series: Unfit Hero #2
Publication date: June 28th, 2019
Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
Defeated. Coward. Gutless. Weak.
Perception define the man that I have become on the inside. The world may not see me this way, but this is who I am.
Sullied. Contaminated. Worthless. Masked.
The way I perceive myself affects every aspect of my life. The world may see a perfectly clean person, but on the inside, I am nothing but dirty and scarred.
The world sees us one day.
We see ourselves another.
Perceptions are what we've given ourselves.
Perceptions of what we think we deserve.
*INCLUDES THE SHORT STORY: SAVIOR
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Excerpt
"I thought we were eating?" I ask breathlessly.
He lifted his eyes, a smirk planted firmly on his lips. "I'm fixin' to, sugar."
I didn't think it was possible, but it is, my nipples harden even more at his words. Pressing my thighs together, I exhale a shaky breath as I attempt to alleviate the ache growing at my core.
Wyatt reaches for my leggings and tugs them down, groaning when he realizes that I'm not wearing panties. Shifting, I step out of the stretchy fabric. Standing completely nude before him, all of my dips, curves, and rolls on display. Yet, still, I don't feel anything but beautiful.
"That coffee table strong enough to hold a person?" he asks, lifting his chin toward the makeshift coffee table that I built out of crates that I bought on sale at the craft store.
"Yeah, it'll hold me," I whisper.
"Sit," he grunts. "Spread."
He sounds almost animalistic, but it isn't a bad thing, no, it makes me shiver with desire that much more. I want him, i want all of him and I want to do whatever he wishes to do to me, I welcome it. Slowly, i lower down onto the coffee table, spreading my legs once I'm perched on the edge.
"Show me," Wyatt murmurs.
He lifted his eyes, a smirk planted firmly on his lips. "I'm fixin' to, sugar."
I didn't think it was possible, but it is, my nipples harden even more at his words. Pressing my thighs together, I exhale a shaky breath as I attempt to alleviate the ache growing at my core.
Wyatt reaches for my leggings and tugs them down, groaning when he realizes that I'm not wearing panties. Shifting, I step out of the stretchy fabric. Standing completely nude before him, all of my dips, curves, and rolls on display. Yet, still, I don't feel anything but beautiful.
"That coffee table strong enough to hold a person?" he asks, lifting his chin toward the makeshift coffee table that I built out of crates that I bought on sale at the craft store.
"Yeah, it'll hold me," I whisper.
"Sit," he grunts. "Spread."
He sounds almost animalistic, but it isn't a bad thing, no, it makes me shiver with desire that much more. I want him, i want all of him and I want to do whatever he wishes to do to me, I welcome it. Slowly, i lower down onto the coffee table, spreading my legs once I'm perched on the edge.
"Show me," Wyatt murmurs.
About the Author:
I was born and raised in a small farming town in California. I met my husband when I was 16 and he was 19. We married four years later and have two little boys! We lived in Oregon for a few years while he served in the US Coast Guard.
Texas is now where we call home, where our boots rest, and where we're raising our two little boys and a chocolate lab named Optimus Prime.
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