The Love Letters

I’m the businessman everyone wants to be and the man every woman wants to tie down. They say I reek of old money and I’m sexy as sin. I’m not looking for love but when Hadlea Lloyd books me to renovate her new place, all I can think about is becoming a sinner. She's hotter than hell and tough as nails.

I told myself I'd never allow this to happen. All I wanted was some fun. I never expected that meeting her would turn my life upside down.

Change. It's change and how well you handle it which defines a person. Three times in my life, I have been faced with such changes. Once when I was 14. Again, at 18. And now again at 28.

Have you ever wanted to go back? I’ve contemplated it every day, for the last six years. Knowing that once I did, I’d wreck everything all over again, but still - I dream. Until last night. My past came back to me. As I finished my set, looking through the smoke and flashing lights, I see him. The wreckage still written on Chord’s face tells me hell’s coming.

Lachlan Daly makes me feel everything I swore I never would. One glance into those whiskey-colored eyes and I’m lost. His on-again, off-again desire for me has my head spinning and my pulse pounding. The minute I think I have it figured out, I find myself making decisions that we both will regret. Ink and whiskey have a way of making the truth come out.

When Lachlan Daly forced himself into my life, I fought like hell to keep him at a distance. He invaded every part of my being with his rugged good looks and charm. I wish I would’ve known the secrets and lies that laid behind those whiskey-colored eyes. Because the minute I let him in, betrayal wasn’t far behind. Between his deception and his brother lies, I’m not sure who I fell in love with. I can’t decide if we’re worth the fight or if it was ever love at all. One thing I do know, it’s time for a rebellion. There’s something to be said for shots of whiskey—straight.

A love of a lifetime is hard to come by these days. We all chase that ever-elusive happily-ever-after. But when that love is written in the stars, you’ll find yourself falling faster than a comet from the sky. Valentine’s Day shouldn’t be just one day—love should be celebrated forever and always. No simple roses or violets will do; my special someone deserves the stars and the moon, too. A compilation of love letters from my alphas to the loves of their lives.