Kate Stewart’s Flock caught my attention. Except it wasn’t an erotica romance book that I picked up. Like REAL HOT romance a.k.a erotica romance. I wanted hot, spicy, romance that keeps you on the edge of your seat. When I was finally ready to pick up another book again, I decided I was in the mood for something… steamy. I was experiencing a book hangover, which took me a couple of weeks to get out of. That book did something to me and the characters stayed with me for a while. I had to take a break after the Stay with Me series. Looking back, I’m convinced I willed my story into existence due to my illness. At least that was the case for me and the men I trusted my foolish heart to. You can’t re-live your own love story, because by the time you’ve realized you’re living it, it’s over. That’s the novelty of fiction versus reality. Secrets that cost us everything to keep. But in order to keep them, I had to be in on their secrets. Triple Falls wasn’t at all what it seemed, nor were the men that swept me under their wing. I gave into temptation and fed the beating beast, which grew thirstier with every slash, every strike, every blow. When I lived this story, my own twisted fairy tale, it was unbeknownst to me at the time because I was young and naïve. I grew up believing that real love stories include a martyr or demand great sacrifice to be worthy.īecause of that, I believed it, because I made myself believe it, and I bred the most masochistic of romantic hearts, which resulted in my illness.
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