Leah Morgan grew up cloaked in riches. Only she and her sister were kept locked away until a turn of events thrusts Leah out into the world where she’s a lamb primed for lions to pounce. When Allister saves her from the clutches of those sworn to care for her, she finds herself swept away by this monster of a man who is obsessed with making sure the rest of her life is filled with happiness and a few million orgasms.
Can this brute of a virgin man manage to overcome sweet Leah’s distrust of nearly everyone? When Leah once again disappears, Allister comes to grips with just how far he will go to bring home what is his. Only, will the forces at work to tear Leah from her first glimpse of true happiness be more than Allister can overcome?
Authors Note: The Forever Collection is all virgins, love-at-first-sight, indulgent fantasy. Each book a standalone. It’s fall hard, fall fast and get right to the sticky bits. If you want to lose yourself for a while with a happily ever after, no cheating and all wrapped up with an obsessed, alpha hero who will stop at nothing to make babies with his woman, then step inside, it’s steamy.
“You are not dying.” Her voice is playfully irritated, like she’s explaining to a five-year-old why he can’t open his presents before Christmas. “I came twice for you this morning. My fingers did that new thing you told me last night. It makes me cum in like three seconds. Thinking of you doing it to me is the best.”
Holy mother of God. If I don’t get my cock inside my girl soon I do think I might actually die. I’ve never ached like this before. Never. I got up this morning covered in cum from my dreams about her. The damn hotel in Indianapolis must think I’ve got a fucking badge from the Spunk Delivery Overachievers Club. The damn sheets practically crack in half from the amount of my sleep jizz that covers them. The first time I cum inside her, it may just drip out the corners of her mouth, she’s going to be so full.
“No, I’m dying. Actually dying. Trust me. I’m a fucking virgin who’s found his one and only and I can’t touch her? Only listen to her touch herself? That’s the most exquisite kind of torture. Listening to you do all the filthy, amazing things I want to do to you is the sweetest form of execution. Just be ready when I get home, that’s all I’m saying, because I’m going to be a man on the edge.”
She giggles. “I’m ready.”
“Okay, let’s change the subject before I jizz in my pants. The disaster contractors are supposed to be here in a minute, so I might not have much time. What are you doing today?”