Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 12, 2016
*CAN BE READ AS A STAND-ALONE*
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Model: Jacob Rodney
Cover Design: Blue Sky Design
Whoever said love isn’t easy wasn’t kidding. Love grabs hold, shapes you, and takes over until you are no longer in control.
At five foot two, Stacy stands tall in her designer heels—accessorized with a no-nonsense attitude, off-color sense of humor, and a sharp tongue.
Big Dax is larger than life—a sasquatch of a man with the soul of an artist, the heart of a Viking, and eyes for just one woman.
Stacy’s life is just fine as is—great sex, stiff drinks, and wins in the courtroom. She has her brother, somewhat-friends, and the best shoes money can buy. What more could a girl possibly want? She has everything she’s ever dreamed of, and doesn’t need a man to “complete her” like some cheesy rom-com. At least, that’s what she tells herself when her head hits her pillow at night.
Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. And it was sooo not worth the price of admission.
Dax has thought of nothing the past year except getting Stacy into his home, heart, and bed. Nothing, that is, except finding his daughter and bringing her home. He’s a man with two missions and both seem impossible. Everything is conspiring against him, and he’s had enough. His daughter will come home, and Stacy will be his, come hell or high water. Either that, or he will become a tatted-up, over-pierced, and heavily bearded monk.
It just goes to prove the old saying, the bigger they are, the harder they fall.
Anything worth loving is worth fighting for.
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Verlene was born and raised in the south. Thanks to the military, she’s traveled the US, but now calls Sin City home.
Self proclaimed zombie apocalypse enthusiast, word porn peddler, human canvas, Manowarrior, serial grammar killer, rabid Bama fan, accidental dust bunny population specialist, and abuser of the word f*ck.
She’s thrown live grenades, survived the tear gas chamber and forced road marches, but still thinks writing is more brutal.
Lemmy said it best, “Born to lose. Live to win.”