Fair warning; this is bonkers. No two ways about it. It's a paranormal fairy tale, so you're going to need to leave logic to one side for a bit. Until you reach the end. Maybe until well after it's finished. I do love these two though. Strength through adversity. And love as a well deserved reward. Most of all, Kent is NOT boring!!
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Auden
Garceau is a musical beast in a golden cage. As the son of an aged rock star,
to anyone else his life has always looked perfect. Decorated with awards and
accolades, the shiny exterior doesn’t compare to the grim reality. He is
without family, money, or even control over his life. Permitted a reprieve from
his curfew, he’s booked to play at an employees’ only retreat just with the
expectation of being paid at the end.
He
never for a moment believed that he’d meet a woman like Dr.
Helena Sarpong, who gate crashes her sister’s work event. One kiss with the
beautiful doctor is enough to make him want not just more kisses, but
everything she can possibly give him. As a man used to being told he has an
addictive personality, he is more than willing to start a new habit -
Helena.
Essence of excerpt
He
lifted the jumper from her torso and gave pause to admire her, briefly wishing
he lived in a time of the Renaissance artists who would have fallen to their
knees in gratitude for a muse such as her. They would have been allowed to
look, feast their eyes, but never, ever allowed to touch. Only him. His hand
slid inside her jeans and he hardened instantly at his discovery. Scalp
tingling at the tug she gave on his hair when his fingers slid inside her, he
curved them with insistence. His mouth touched her neck, the swell of her
breasts and back to her lips. She tasted like ecstasy, he thought, his mouth
trailing to her earlobe, biting down as she began to tighten around his soaked
fingers.
“Auden,”
she gave a gasping cry.
Satisfaction
pulsed through his sex at the need in her voice. He wanted her to give herself
completely to him, like she had only a few hours ago.
“Auden,
stop.” She pushed at his shoulders, her eyes round with surprise, looking just
beyond his shoulder as her orgasm took her. With Helena still shaking beneath
him, his fingers caught in the grip of her body, he turned his head. His heart
froze. Romely stood there, her mouth parted in horror.
“What
are you doing?” Romely whispered.
Helena
struggled from underneath him and righted her clothing. “What’s going on?”
Auden
opened his mouth to speak, and found his throat closed up. Goddamn you, Romely!
She
turned to Helena. “Do you know he’s in a relationship? With me? We have been
for years.”
Helena
looked at Auden, her eyes narrowed. “Is that true?”
No! He wanted to scream.
Not a sound emerged from him.
Romely
spoke again. “We’re trying to work things out. At least I thought we were. Do
you like stealing other women’s men?”
“Wait
a minute.” Helena got to her feet. “I didn’t know. I’m not psychic. I didn’t
see or hear anything from Auden that you even exist.”
“But
I do,” Romely said. “He can’t get away from that simple fact. I do exist. He
and I are meant to be together.”
“I’d
dump him if I were you,” Helena said harshly. “He obviously didn’t think about you
once.” She turned back to Auden, her palm connecting painfully with his cheek,
the sound echoing in the hallway. “You don’t seem like a coward. But I know
better than anyone how appearances can be deceptive.” She started up the
stairs. “I’ll just get my things and leave.”
Romely
inclined her head. “I think that’s best. I can give you a lift to the station,
if you like.”
Helena’s
mouth parted in surprise before she said, “I’ll be all right. Thanks.”
As
Helena hit the top step, Romely spoke. “Well, that was really inconsiderate of
you.”
“Fuck
you, Romely.” Auden blinked the water from his eyes, caused by Helena’s slap.
She had a right to be angry; he wished he could correct her. He wanted to
change her mind so badly. This was such bullshit.
Romely
snorted. “If you had, it’d be a different story now, wouldn’t it?”
Furiously,
he got to his feet, fully intending to strangle the life from her.
“Ah
ah!” she held up a hand—preventing Auden from moving any closer. “You still don’t
understand, do you? Even after all this time. You are mine. Just as I’m yours.”
“I
don’t want you!” he shouted.
“I
don’t believe you. We can do this dance for eternity, or you can start thinking
smart. No more girls like that.” Romely gave a sneer. “She seems scared of her
own shadow. Why would you waste your time?”
“You
wouldn’t understand.” He sat back down on the step in defeat. “You’re a sith.”
Her mouth tightened in disapproval. “We can carry this on as much as you like.
I’ll still hate you.”
Her
eyes danced with joy. “You know where that comes from, don’t you? It’s only the
other side of love.”
He
sent her a look he prayed conveyed how fucking stupid he found her. “It comes
from the fact you have stolen everything good in my life because I don’t see
you as anything more than a spot I could bleach out. You’re strong, but you can’t
change our rules. You can’t make me love you.”
“I’m
leaving you alone to get there by yourself.” She sighed. “You will. Just,
focus.”
“Lift
the curse.”
“No,
Auden. It’s for your own good.”
“What
do you know about what’s good for me?” he asked, perplexed. “That’s the
problem, Romely, you don’t know me. You just have this fanciful idea about me
that isn’t true.”
“It
is! You just won’t admit what you are. I know you deep down. I saw it all those
years ago. I saved you from a life of waste.”
“And
keeping me a prisoner in my own home isn’t waste of life?”
Romely’s
temper flared. “If you weren’t fucking strange women, you’d be meditating on
how to make yourself a better man, the man that deserves me!”
“Oh
Jesus Christ, no!” he bellowed.
Romely
watched him, wide-eyed. He hadn’t displayed that much emotion to her in years.
She gave a small shrug. “Then we’re back to the beginning.”
Helena
hurtled down the stairs. “I’ll post the clothes back to you,” she said, barely looking
at him.
No, don’t leave, please!
“Helena,”
he started, before Romely locked his jaw with a single look. Helena murmured an
apology to Romely.
“How
will you get back to the house?” he ventured.
Still
not looking at him, she indicated the door. “I’ve called a cab. It’s waiting
outside.” Her gaze lifted, connecting with his own. “Oh… Go to hell.”
There
was his salvation, walking away from him. Romely closed the door behind her and
turned back to him. “How shall we work through this?” she asked with an expectant
smile. “I mean I’m upset, but I forgive you.”
The
lights inside the house dimmed, the clouds darkened the sky. Every single piece
of furniture in the vicinity rose from the ground and launched toward Romely.
With a scream, she held up her hands as the furniture exploded into dust.
Covered in powdered wood and grit, she heaved at him, “You did this to
yourself!”
“Get
out.” Not waiting for further argument, he trudged upstairs to his bedroom and
closed the door. His hand tightened on the handle and he slammed the door into
the frame again and again and again until the wood splintered and the handle
came away from the door altogether. He threw the handle to the carpet and lay
down.
Closing
his eyes he envisioned Helena, looking like a fairy princess, hunting for
rosemary. No. He wouldn’t allow this. There was no way he’d give her up. He’d
had the briefest taste of freedom on Helena’s lips, and he wanted it all.
Now
was not the right time to defy Romely’s curfew and get up to London. But he
absolutely would. Find Helena and try to get around the impossibility of his
situation. He had to.
