Meeting via kidnapping, good girl, Theadora, falls for inked Atlas.
Read T.L. Smith's new release Heartbreak Me
to see if Theadora is able to stop her racing heart and goosebumps.
Read T.L. Smith's new release Heartbreak Me
to see if Theadora is able to stop her racing heart and goosebumps.
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Excerpt from Heartbreak Me
“Atlas.” His name leaves my lips as I turn to face him, and when I do, his jacket is no longer on his body, and he’s standing there in a white singlet and his dark jeans.
“Theadora...” My name slips between his lips, almost in a whisper.
“We don’t like each other,” I murmur, stepping closer to him.
Atlas’s hand moves up under my breast, and my skin breaks out in goosebumps. He pushes the door behind him shut with his foot and brings his free hand to touch my face. “We don’t.”
“You should leave,” I tell him, but his hands remain on my body. His thumb rubs along my bottom lip.
“I should,” he replies.
“But you aren’t going to, are you?”
“No. And you really don’t want me to either. You need me to help you forget.”
“Forget.” I say the word as if it’s a drug.
Maybe it’s him that’s the drug, and I could possibly be high right now. Because I don’t like him. How can I like a man like him?
“Yes, I’m going to help you forget.” Then he does what I never expected him to do, he reaches down and cups my ass, picking me up and walking with me to my bedroom while my legs wrap around his waist. The door is open, so he steps inside and lays me gently on the bed, and my legs ease away from around him. Atlas reaches for my heels and slips them off, then skates his hands up my thighs until he reaches my panties, slipping them down my legs until they’re off.
My eyes follow each of his movements, and even though the light in the room is poor, the light from my living room makes it so I can still see him. Atlas pulls his singlet off, and his chest is all I can see. My eyes drink him in, and I wonder how on earth a man like him is in my bedroom.
Men with ink have never interested me.
I have quite possibly stereotyped them.
Men who are assholes have never interested me.
I, for sure, have categorized them as bad.
Yet, here I am, in my bedroom, heart pumping hard and wondering when his hands will skim me next. When will his lips make me quiver, now that my breathing is hot and hard?
No man has ever done that to me before.
Not until him.
“Atlas.” His name leaves my lips as I turn to face him, and when I do, his jacket is no longer on his body, and he’s standing there in a white singlet and his dark jeans.
“Theadora...” My name slips between his lips, almost in a whisper.
“We don’t like each other,” I murmur, stepping closer to him.
Atlas’s hand moves up under my breast, and my skin breaks out in goosebumps. He pushes the door behind him shut with his foot and brings his free hand to touch my face. “We don’t.”
“You should leave,” I tell him, but his hands remain on my body. His thumb rubs along my bottom lip.
“I should,” he replies.
“But you aren’t going to, are you?”
“No. And you really don’t want me to either. You need me to help you forget.”
“Forget.” I say the word as if it’s a drug.
Maybe it’s him that’s the drug, and I could possibly be high right now. Because I don’t like him. How can I like a man like him?
“Yes, I’m going to help you forget.” Then he does what I never expected him to do, he reaches down and cups my ass, picking me up and walking with me to my bedroom while my legs wrap around his waist. The door is open, so he steps inside and lays me gently on the bed, and my legs ease away from around him. Atlas reaches for my heels and slips them off, then skates his hands up my thighs until he reaches my panties, slipping them down my legs until they’re off.
My eyes follow each of his movements, and even though the light in the room is poor, the light from my living room makes it so I can still see him. Atlas pulls his singlet off, and his chest is all I can see. My eyes drink him in, and I wonder how on earth a man like him is in my bedroom.
Men with ink have never interested me.
I have quite possibly stereotyped them.
Men who are assholes have never interested me.
I, for sure, have categorized them as bad.
Yet, here I am, in my bedroom, heart pumping hard and wondering when his hands will skim me next. When will his lips make me quiver, now that my breathing is hot and hard?
No man has ever done that to me before.
Not until him.
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MORE ABOUT HEARTBREAK ME
He kidnapped me.
That was how I met Atlas Hyde.
A man known by many names and admired by all.
But most didn’t know he was ruthless, conniving, and always got what he wanted.
No matter the cost.
I was a good girl.
Never in trouble with the law.
Never took drugs.
Always did precisely what was expected of me.
Even with his hand around my throat and words that cut sharper than knives, I couldn’t help but wonder what happened to this beautiful man to make him that way.
That wonder disappeared when he threatened to kill my sister if I didn’t follow his dark demands.
The good girl I once knew had now been buried alive beneath this game of hatred and lust.
And I had a feeling Atlas Hyde never lost.
He kidnapped me.
That was how I met Atlas Hyde.
A man known by many names and admired by all.
But most didn’t know he was ruthless, conniving, and always got what he wanted.
No matter the cost.
I was a good girl.
Never in trouble with the law.
Never took drugs.
Always did precisely what was expected of me.
Even with his hand around my throat and words that cut sharper than knives, I couldn’t help but wonder what happened to this beautiful man to make him that way.
That wonder disappeared when he threatened to kill my sister if I didn’t follow his dark demands.
The good girl I once knew had now been buried alive beneath this game of hatred and lust.
And I had a feeling Atlas Hyde never lost.
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MEET AUTHOR T.L. SMITH
USA Today Best Selling Author T.L. Smith loves to write her characters with flaws so beautiful and dark that you can’t turn away from. Her books have been translated into several languages. If you don’t find her in her home town of Queensland, Australia you can usually find her travelling around the world to sitting on a beach in Bali, to exploring Alcatraz in San Francisco or walking the streets of New York.
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USA Today Best Selling Author T.L. Smith loves to write her characters with flaws so beautiful and dark that you can’t turn away from. Her books have been translated into several languages. If you don’t find her in her home town of Queensland, Australia you can usually find her travelling around the world to sitting on a beach in Bali, to exploring Alcatraz in San Francisco or walking the streets of New York.
Follow her on Amazon
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