Title: Shattered Love (Shattered Series #1)
Author: Ivy Rose
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 12, 2018
I’m Avery Carmichael.
This is my story and how I fell in love with a man who only knew how to love fiercely. So fiercely you had to feel it to believe it. He let his guard down with me. I was his sun, his star, his home…only I made a choice that shattered him more than life ever could. The worst thing is if you asked me if I would do it again, my answer would be yes.
Don’t judge me until you know my story & know I will always love Dominic Stone.
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About The Author
Coming from the land of myths and legends, where the mountains and valleys pass down their stories.
Ivy Rose fell in love with beautiful words and adventure of stories.
Ivy is happily married and mum of 3 amazing girls. Ivy has been writing for years but finally took the plunge to publish this year after two close author friends gave her the much needed push she needed.
empire and came after her, intent on vengeance.
tragedy in her eyes…then made an unexpected, gut-wrenching move that left me
romance, which started in The Billionaire’s Claim: Obsession.
keeps the stakes high and the sex hot as Dominic and Elizabeth work for their
beautiful happily ever after!” – Selena Laurence, USA Today Bestselling
chair up to Elizabeth’s bed and start to read. The first book is about a couple
that almost has sex—but doesn’t—with the girl hoping to never run into the guy
again because she lied and then felt awkward about the relationship. So of
course they run into each other again. I could’ve guessed that.
reach the first sex scene, I stop. “Well, here comes the good part. If you want
me to continue, open your eyes,” I say softly. “Or else you’re going to miss
You know you want me to keep going.” I skim a few paragraphs to see if the
scene’s worthy bait. “Oh, look at that. He’s going down on her. Very dirtily,
rise and fall of her chest answers my futile coaxing.
put the book down. “All right, fine. You aren’t going to wake up for this. The
scene’s okay, but you know what? You and I have had way better.”
have. We might have difficulties, but a lack of chemistry has never been our
problem. Our issue was more about trust…and an inability to see the full
picture, because I’m starting to realize Elizabeth and I each hold five hundred
pieces of a thousand-piece puzzle.
and cradle her hand in my palm. “We had better from the very beginning.” My
voice grows hoarse, and it isn’t from reading. “A fifth of a second. That’s all
the time it took for me to fall for you when you first showed up at the bar. My
head was wiped clean of everything except you.”
stays quiet, and somehow her silence urges me to go on, makes me feel like I can
open up and tell her everything in my heart.
probably wondering why I’m here. After all, you gave me the portrait—the thing
that matters the most to you. And I swore I’d take it from you. Call me
perverse if you want, but I need to know why you gave it to me.
you fight for it? I expected you to. Part of me wanted you to…so I’d know I
didn’t misjudge you when I thought you were an angel who could make Lucifer
shaky breath. Jesus. This is hard. Is
she not going to wake up at all? Dr. Raydor swears there’s nothing physically
wrong with her. Cold fear slithers in my chest, and I start talking faster.
that once I found out about the crazy deal surrounding the portrait, I went to
see Julian? Since there are rumors of how much he doesn’t like his children,
including you, I thought I could make him give me the portrait to spite you.
Instead, he taunted me, saying Nate Sterling was there first. And I thought
perhaps he came to see your father on your behalf.
obvious your father doesn’t care about you, and he refused to hand it over. He
didn’t believe I would use it to spite you, because I apparently owe you one
for what happened ten years ago.” I lean closer, staring at her, desperate for
any hint of acknowledgment. Don’t people usually respond in some minute way,
even deep in a coma? An eyelid flutter or something? Or is that all just
Hollywood bullshit? “I was too furious to notice the subtle nuance, but I
realized later that he meant you did something for me for which I’m still
quiet, her eyes closed.
palm down my face. “Yu-Jin told me what happened ten years ago. Why didn’t you
break my nose when I showed up at the charity dinner and said all those
abominable things to you?”
twitch in my grasp. Hope and despair war within me. Hope because maybe she’s
waking up. Despair because I thought she moved yesterday only to realize I was
bent, I bring her knuckles to my forehead. And I pray with what depraved soul I
have left that she wakes up.
I’ll donate however much you want to whatever cause you want. I swear I’ll be
so faint, at first I think I imagined it.
snaps up. Elizabeth is looking at me, her eyes winter gray, just like ten years
ago. My heart hammers, and I blink a few times, wondering if I’m hallucinating
possible. I haven’t had a decent meal in almost eight days.
she says again.
a second, then jump to my feet and bring her a glass of water. I help her sit
up a bit and drink.
movement of her throat is precious, and I exhale softly. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
small sips, she pulls back a little, her shoulders rolled inward. She looks at
me, her gaze wary. “Thank you. I guess?”
the shard of pain at the added “I guess.” Even now, she has doubts about my
mess of the situation.
head hurts.” Frowning, she looks around the room. I’m glad I ordered some
orchids and lilies. It looks slightly livelier than it would have otherwise.
“Where am I?”
a hospital. There was a concussion…some other injuries.”
She slowly raises one hand and touches her temple. Her expression grows
thoughtful for a moment, her brow furrowing. Then she turns to me, her gaze
roaming over my face as though she’s seeing me for the first time.
churns. Did she actually hear what I said earlier?
question that slips from her lips blows everything away.
emotional contemporary romance. Born with a love for excellent food, travel and
adventure, she has lived in four different countries, kissed stingrays, been
bitten by a shark, ridden an elephant and petted tigers.
trees in Japan with her husband and son. When she’s not writing, she can be
found reading books by her favorite authors or planning another trip.
Author: Skye Warren
heiress without a cause.
Two billionaires determined to claim her.
And a war fought on the most dangerous battlefield–the heart.“What an incredible book! Survival of the Richest has everything —
Skye Warren’s beautiful writing, a sexy, compelling story; intricate
characters, and a provocative love triangle that will captivate you until the
very end.” ~ New York Times bestselling author Nina Lane
My story starts with a plunge into the cold water of Manhattan’s harbor.
A strong hand hauls me back onto the deck of the luxury yacht. Christopher was
supposed to be my enemy. Instead he protects me with fierce determination.
That should have been my happily ever after, but then Sutton appeared–ruthless
and seductive. He doesn’t care that my heart belongs to someone else, because
he’s determined to win. No matter the cost.
It’s an impossible choice, but I can’t have them both.
heats at the words, at the remembered pleasure of Sutton’s mouth on my sex.
Christopher looks down at me, as if he can feel the heat emanating from between
my legs. His expression turns stark, as if he’s in pain. That’s only fair,
because I’m in pain too.
deserve better than that,” Christopher says, but there’s no way to pretend he’s
talking about Sutton. He’s talking about himself and we both know it.
me what I want, which is something you might try next time you like a girl.”
that,” he says, harsh again.
step forward and place a hand on his chest, feeling the way his heart beats
strong and fast. He may want to be unaffected by me, but he isn’t. I tilt my
face up toward him. “You didn’t imagine me naked in the cabin later?”
a breath. “You were too young then.”
come out as a whisper. “What about now? Will you do what Sutton said—imagine me
in this dress when you go home after this?”
fucking decent,” he says, even though the silk covers every part of me. It’s a
perfectly respectable dress, when it’s not hitched up around my waist.
thank Sutton for this,” I say, because it’s true. He’s the only reason I lean
forward and place my lips against Christopher’s, touching them in some terrible
attempt to show him what he gave up, to prove to myself that I don’t care about
either of them.
sucks in a breath. For a second I think he’s going to pull away. He stiffens
and grasps my hair with his fist. Easy enough for him to stop the kiss. Instead
he dips my head back and deepens it, exploring my mouth with his teeth, his
tongue. Opening me wider until I whimper. Pulling me close until I can feel how
hard he is beneath his slacks.
hand fists in the gauze of my dress, and I realize he’s holding me with both
hands clenched—one in my hair and one in my clothes. I don’t know whether he’s
doing it so he doesn’t have to touch me or because it’s a way to control me
without bruising me. He uses both hands to tug me closer; I’m pressed so
tightly I can’t imagine getting away.
Sutton had been raw sensuality and playfulness, Christopher is pure
determination. He kisses me like he’s a conquering army, like I’m made of gold
he has to grasp—or lose forever.
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