Bøger af Nancy Henderson

Love at first sight? Most would say yeah right. It's bullshit, especially for a kid in high school. But for me, it was real. I met her at a rock concert. There I was lost in a crowd, hands in the air and listening to my favorite band, when suddenly all I could see was her out of hundreds of people as if she was standing under a spotlight. I'd never seen anything like her. I knew in that moment I wasn't leaving that place without at least hearing her speak. So I broke the ice with something we obviously had in common-music.I never expected for it to lead to parking in the backseat of my truck on a backroad late at night. One thing led to another, and the next thing I knew I owned her virginity. She was mine for a night. Then the summer. And before I knew what was happening, I couldn't stay away. I kept her to myself. Not even my bandmates knew who the girl was that was taking up all of my time.Then school started back and I found out her real age. I was fucked. Because by that point I was in love. No one could know. Sneaking around was better than not having her at all. But the thing about high school-secrets don't stay secrets for long. Parents have a way of finding out things. And statutory rape charges become very real. My life went from a dream to a nightmare in less than twenty-four hours. Two options were on the table. Either way ruined my life, one just worse than the other. Both drove us apart. I chose the lesser of two evils. I left town. She was off limits in every aspect of the word . . . forever.Now, years later, I'm still not over her, regardless of how many girls I've been with. Haven't heard from or seen her since the day I left. And with my best friend moving on it's getting harder not to think about her. But true love is like a boomerang-regardless of where you let it go, it always comes back around.NOTE: PLEASE READ BOOKS 6-8 BEFORE THIS TITLE.

I've known what it's like to be at the top of the world looking down.I had the girl, the band, fans, and a deal on the table. It was the opportunity of a lifetime, and not many get to experience it. I knew what I wanted and was unstoppable. No one was going to stand in our way. She supported me. She had an undying love for our music. And I was all in. Being a tattoo artist was just a paid hobby I was more than happy to lay down.We were going to make it-all of us. I could already feel the heat from the stage lights, see the sold-out venue with hands in the air as the crowd chanted our name and sang our lyrics. I could imagine our songs playing on the radio. Music videos, success, fame, Grammys-I wanted it all. We were chasing a dream. Billboard was my target. And we were days away from claiming a tour bus.Then she died.A musician without a muse is nothing. She was mine. I wanted none of it anymore. No friends, family, nothing. I just wanted her. Drugs became my lifeline. Didn't matter the kind. It all served a purpose. An effort to make me forget what I'd done. My desire for music laid six-feet under just like her. And as much as I wanted to die, God wouldn't let me. Living was a greater punishment.When I was as low as I could go, the stars aligned, and suddenly I was around people I couldn't escape, being forced to face things I never had. Fresh out of rehab and halfway across the country and I laid eyes on her-hot, younger, and an itch I was going to scratch.Only it wasn't. She changed everything. Things I didn't want changed. She stirs emotions I'd laid to rest. She sparks behavior in me that's never existed. She surfaces a form of desire I've never known. Her immaturity leaves me raging mad. Her tantrums make me crazy. And the jealousy over her I can't handle. Yet I can't leave her alone.And when the supernatural has a hand in matchmaking, the only thing left . . . is recovery.Note from the author: It is imperative to read "Fated for You and Fated for Me" prior to reading Fate by Forgiveness, as Riggan and Sayler's story starts there. 18+ due to content.

I hate him.Someone I've loved my entire life hurt me deliberately. I never thought it'd be him that would destroy my heart out of all the guys on this planet, but he did. At one time he was one of my best friends. Where his sister was shy he was more like me, and it made things between us easy. From secret forts made out of chairs and blankets to pretending we were pirates on our parents' yacht, I always thought he'd be the one. We'd grow up and he'd realize how perfect for each other we are. Our pretend weddings still live vibrantly in my mind. Every old notebook has doodles of our names in hearts scribbled on the pages. But then the inevitable happened.We grew up.Things didn't turn out the way I thought they would. Another girl caught his eye and suddenly I was just his little sister's best friend. I've been trying hard to get his attention ever since. Makeup. Revealing clothes. Hair always perfect. Hook-ups with guys I care nothing about. None of it works. He walks right past me as if I'm just a body occupying space. And to me, he was everything. Even the current version of him-heartbroken. One night over Christmas break everything changed. For the good. For the bad. One night of my existence all of my dreams came true. But just like in the fairytale it came to an end. I was left with nothing but a gaping hole in my chest. It changed me. Then graduation came. My plans changed. You know what they say-to get over someone you get under someone else. That's what I intend to do.College is here. Destination-Miami. South Beach-here I come. A place where the parties never end and there is never a shortage of hot guys. But the thing about fairytales-they tend to end exactly where you started.

We've known each other our entire lives. Presley Dunagin has always been my girl in ways. I held her when she was born. I played with her when we were kids. I protected her. She snuck in my bed on nights she stayed over when she was afraid. We were virtually inseparable in every way. She was my best friend just like she was my sister's, but her and me-we were closer. Then we got older. A kid goes through a lot of changes in middle school, especially for a boy. Our bodies start changing, we notice girls in a different light, and we mentally advance in many ways. The way I looked at her changed. The way I felt about her was stronger. She wasn't just my friend anymore. It got to where I wanted to see her in the stands with my parents on days of my football games instead of expecting it. Things between us were changing. I could see it in her too. At least, I thought.They say a single moment can alter your entire life. That moment for me was the day I lost her to someone else, so I gave my heart away. If only I could go back and erase it, because now, years later, her and me aren't so easy anymore. Something more still lies beneath the surface, but I'm broken, she's bruised, and we have too much history to pick up where everything went wrong. What I didn't realize-we would hurt each other far worse before we'd finally get it right.Note from the author: This is a compilation of Fated for You and Fated for Me, as well as chapter one of Fate by Forgiveness. PLEASE READ THIS TITLE BEFORE ANY OF THE FOLLOWING BAND MEMBERS, books 8-11. It is a continuing storyline.

I'm Kambry Rivers, famous for . . . holding onto my V-card? Ha! Just kidding. Okay, maybe I'm not. I have to find humor in my current predicament, otherwise, I'd cry. My parents would be so ashamed. The very thing I hated holding onto put money in my bank account. Ironic, isn't it? I've been a lot of things in such a short time. Alabama good girl, yes. Runaway, again, yes. Virgin, well, not anymore. Porn star . . . I'm still letting that sink in. Eh, adult film star sounds classier. In my head, it makes a difference.It all started with a guy. Doesn't it always? There I was, working in the VIP section of the nightclub and he ended up at my table. Rule number one: serve them like VIP while pretending they're ordinary people. Yeah, okay. Try telling that to a shy girl. He was cute. I didn't notice. At least that's what I kept telling myself. He couldn't be too famous if I didn't recognize him, right? The most dangerous predator moves under the radar. Shark. They find amusement in the weak. His teeth were in me before I saw him coming. Or maybe it was a tongue . . . Okay, so, maybe he was a lot hotter than I remembered. And funny. And interesting. And, it gave me a rush, okay? I wasn't used to so much freedom. Before I knew it, I had signed my name to a legally-binding document and found myself with a new roommate. And maybe it stated somewhere that we were supposed to have sex with hidden cameras in the room. Just pretend they're not there. How easily he could make me forget . . . We only live once, right?I was never paid to fall in love. Or raised to like having sex with my well-known porn star boyfriend for anyone with a readily available internet connection to watch. Whoops. Now we wait for our next instruction. New York here we come. He may have wanted a virgin. He got so much more.

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