MEAGAN: He's a pressure valve set to explode. A little steam and I wound up scalded. What's gonna happen when he blows? It's ok. I can handle this, cause I want to handle him. But don't I deserve more? Don't I deserve a man who won't hurt me? He can't hide me from the light forever. One day I'll wan
Big White Lie (Storm's Soldiers MC)
β Scribed by Notaro, Paige
- Book ID
- 108102470
- Year
- 2015
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 84 KB
- Series
- Storm's Soldiers MC 4
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
ROSA: I've always been attracted to rough men. Men with that sexy swagger, men who know how to fight whatever the world has to throw at them. Thatβs why all my relationships end in thunder and heartache. This guy that just walked into the ER could be different. Heβs gorgeous: strong lines, blue eyes and high features. His body stands rippling, powerful, erect. Ok, fine, heβs also been shot in the leg. But heβs no madman; heβs a soldier, strong and silent. He protects the people around him. And he canβt stop looking at me. There something keeping him away though. Is he lying about the bullet? Or something deeper? I could keep his lie. If only heβd let me inβ¦ CALIX: Once, I stood for my beliefs proudly. I endured the names people threw my way: Fascist. Racist. Asshole. They just couldn't understand the truth that illuminated my life. The cause that drove me to enlist, to learn to fight. But the family I swore to support have become something else in my absence. Iβm lying for them, even after taking the hit for their mess. Iβm starting to forget the truth altogether. Itβs all because of that nurse. That woman with the tight little body, the soft touch and a fire sheβs never afraid to unleash. The girl with skin so soft and shimmering that I don't even notice its color. There's no future for us. I can't live a lie that deep. Unless the real lie is the one I tell myself.
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