Bøger af T L Smith

She was everything, yet she was nothing. She was there, then she wasn't. I didn't expect her, never wanted her. But there she was, everywhere yet nowhere. She drew me in with her looks. Locked me with her first words, then stole me with her lust. She was everything I didn't know I was searching for, yet nothing I needed. She was a conundrum, difficult and confusing. One who was impossible of staying away from.

I met Marcus at a crematorium. That should have been my first clue to keep away. He was nothing I wanted. Yet, everything I needed. He was dark, dangerous. And I couldn't stay away. Even when I wanted to. We made a deal-just our bodies. But lines got blurred. I asked for more than one night - I ended up asking for forever. What a mistake that was. What a mistake he was. Sometimes love burns.And sometimes kisses and lies are all you get.

A heart is something that should not be entrusted to me. I will tear, crush, and destroy it with my very own hands. Then back away with a smile on my face. It's who I am-a killer, a player, a joker. But hers, I'm unsure about. Do I want to rupture and rip it from her chest? Or do I want to hold and capture it with my own?

Sojourn to Dezitence book 3 of the Flip and Ace series

I loved him from the age of sixteen. Hated him from the age of eighteen. He disappeared at the age of nineteen. We started off as enemies, then fast became lovers. But our story isn't a happily ever after. It was a story of a king and a peasant. Can you guess which I was? I knew we weren't meant to be. You see, he fell in love with her first. He loved me last. I'm not someone's second choice. Not even for the boy who stole my heart. I'm someone's first. Now, I just have to remember that.

To break a heart is easy. All you have to do is reach in, wrap your blood covered hands around it, and pull. This happened to me. Two hands, both red as my hair, did this exact thing. Tore it away like it wasn't made for me. Maybe it was his to take? Because years on, with those same blood red hands, he still has it. In his hands. And he won't give it back. But the real question is, do I want it back. He is dangerous, uncontrollable, and downright sexy. I fell for it all, but in the end, he didn't catch me he let me fall.

She was a ghost, in heels. She was there, then she wasn't. She would play with my emotions like a well-played guitar. Then she would disappear. Making me want to strangle her. Maybe she wasn't a ghost, maybe she was the giver of sin. Because we sinned every time we touched, every time she was near. Her lips were shaped like a heart, deceiving you at every word. Her body was created straight from my fantasies, one I craved to bend to my will. Her heart, well, who the hell knew. She kept that shit locked tight. And I couldn't find the key.

Lurking in the woods was an evil most would pray they never meet. Years ago, a young family had the misfortune of crossing its path. One survived. Her life will soon change in a way she could never imagine.Luke watched her from a distance, waiting for the time she would need him. He knew it would be soon. Would he find the one responsible for her fate in time, or would trying to save her turn into her destruction?Levi has longed for a second chance for years, but doubts that he even deserves it. Could fate turn things around and smile on him, or is he destined for an eternity of loneliness and despair?Only time will tell. . .

This story is not one of rainbows and happily ever after's, so if you're looking for that, stop reading. My story is fucked and deluded, just like the person telling it. You see, I'm a trafficker. I traffic gorgeous young men for my clients. The lonely old women whose husbands are more than likely off cheating on them. You're not going to like me; I'm not going to lie. I'm a bitch, a manipulator, the type of girl your mother warned you about. *This book can be read as a standalone*

He kidnapped me. That was how I met Atlas Hyde. A man known by many names and admired by all. But most didn't know he was ruthless, conniving, and always got what he wanted. No matter the cost. I was a good girl.Never in trouble with the law.Never took drugs. Always did precisely what was expected of me. Even with his hand around my throat and words that cut sharper than knives, I couldn't help but wonder what happened to this beautiful man to make him that way. That wonder disappeared when he threatened to kill my sister if I didn't follow his dark demands. The good girl I once knew had now been buried alive beneath this game of hatred and lust. And I had a feeling Atlas Hyde never lost.

I forgave him for the lies he told. And I forgave him for breaking my body with his touch. But I couldn't forgive myself for staying. Until I met you... my antidote. I knew I couldn't keep forgiving him, when I could be safe in your arms. With your touch, there were no tears. With your kisses, I could finally breathe. You might be the villain in everyone's story... But not mine.

Ariel I would like to say we were old lovers. That once upon a time he was my everything, and I was his, but that would be a lie. He may have been mine, but I wasn't his. I was his sister's annoying little friend who he didn't even know was in love with him. Years later, after seeing him again for the first time, nothing has changed. Except now he notices me, and I will do everything in my power to avoid him. Because Falcon is the most conceited man on this planet, and because when he looks at me with steel eyes, my heart still misses a beat. FalconI get what I want, and I'm never denied anything either. It's my charm. It's hard to say no to something you never knew you desired until I'm standing in front of you. That's not just who I am, it's what I do. I help men achieve everything they have ever wanted. Most people would go to great lengths to be near me. Yet, my sweet Ariel, I can't even get her to stay in the same room as me. Maybe it's because I told her I would be the best lay of her life-that has to be it-and once I'm finished with her, she's avoiding being disappointed by every other man for the rest of her life. It couldn't possibly be anything else, because let's face it, I'm perfect. *Can be read as a Standalone*

I wanted what she had, she had what I wanted. With her long blonde hair and her legs that never ended, she had him, but I wanted him. We can't always have what we want, and sometimes that's the way life is meant to be. Sometimes destiny places other people in our path, a path that should not be mixed. But also sometimes, just sometimes, the paths cross, causing an explosive reaction. Tanner was my crush. A crush that I've had since I first laid eyes on him. But now he's dating my friend... my beautiful, flawless and perfect friend. Then out of nowhere, Kyrone bursts into my life, taking me over bit by bit. I don't know how to feel about that. I don't know what to do. He frustrates me. He annoys me. But most of all, he makes me smile.

Everything changes, in seconds, minutes, hours. I know, it happened to me. It wasn't for the better, it was for the worst. I am broken, no that doesn't sound right, I am chipped. Pieces of me have been chipped so bad that it's impossible to claim them back. Even if I want to, even if its for her.

George and Joanne McCallister are finally on vacation and now planning to take the kids camping in the local State park. Joe Warner, Senior Forest Ranger, co-worker and long time friend, warns him of trouble in the park Both are confident of George's skills, so they ignore the warnings issued by officials.Levi is losing time and finding himself in places he'd never choose to be. Signs of violence seem to follow him and he wonders if he is somehow responsible. If so, can he be stopped?George and Levi's paths will cross with terrifying consequences, to one more than the other."Evil is not something super human, it's something less than human." Agatha Christie

What if I was to tell you, you're all evil? In some shape or form, you are. What If I was to tell you, I was the worst kind of evil? Would you believe me? I did not believe that there wasn't anyone who didn't contain evil. I was proved wrong, and it stumped me. I became obsessed with her, someone of pure goodness. And couldn't get enough. I needed to see her insides because that's what I do. Tearing people apart, I have to prove my point. I wanted to split her apart, to find any trace of bad. It was wrong of me to think like that. Though if death is all you know, is it so wrong? My name is Death. Her name is Pollie. And I want to see her insides. Just to understand if she is as pure as she makes out to be

Welcome to Crimson Elite, the most exclusive sex club in the world. Enter at your own risk, and always remember our number one rule-You must never speak of Crimson Elite-the punishment is severe. Creed 'Too Hot for Words' Christopher If God created the perfect man he would closely resemble Creed, on the outside that is. He's as cavalier as they come. Unconcerned. Cold. Dismissive. I wonder if he has any feelings at all. And when his lips touch mine, everything goes black. He takes me into his world, and it's the most magical thing I've ever experienced. And I'm sucked in time and time again. Like a moth to the flame, I am ready to be set alight. Elicea 'F*cks With My Head' BeckhamElicea is a firecracker. She has piqued my interest, and no one piques my interest anymore.Beautiful women are what I do-it's my work. Not one of them has managed to get their claws into me the way she does. It's as if she's seeing my icy heart and trying to melt it, set it alight with each touch of her sinful lips. But that can't work, it won't work. Not in my world.*Please note all books can be read as a standalone*

He was forbidden, my boss and incapable of loving me. People talked about him, whispered about him in passing. He was the king of his town. And I was a visitor. I was by no means a smart girl. Never loved with my head, always with my heart. That fact alone almost killed me once. I should have listened the second time around. But the king of this small town, had me starving. Had me craving his taste. My name is Kandi, and he called me his Kandiland. The king declared I was his medicine, and with each dose, he became better and better. He was the perfect liar. And I was his perfect Kandi. Together, we were explosive, and toxic in every way.

Death slays me, and I let him... Kingdoms are broken.The world has shifted.We are not the same as we once were.The queen is no longer the queen, but I am expected to take her place. The tricky part is I'm not sure I want that responsibility. My heart screams for Death while he stays as far away as possible, believing in the prophecy, whereas I believe in us.But sometimes, that simply isn't enough.The real question now is... what do I do? Cruel Queen is the second installment in the Crystal Castle series.

Every woman has a little girl inside that comes out at the most inopportune moments. If given enough credence, the voice of this little girl can resonate louder than the mature, rational woman that she has worked to become. The Girl at the Window is the story of how the author, T. L. Smith, learned to recognize the emotional triggers that often resulted in the reappearance of this vulnerable, immature version of herself. It describes her journey in recognizing just how powerful she had allowed the little one inside her to become, documenting the steps she took in confronting the little girl within and the repercussions for allowing a portion of her soul to remain unhealed for too long.

I couldn't do broken. Broken is what he was. Broken is what I will always be. To his eyes, that held so much despair, I couldn't look for long. To his fist, that clenched so tightly, like he was locking away the sorrow. To his lips, that never uttered a word, from the years of heartbreak. And despite it all, I couldn't stay away from him. It was like he was drowning in an ocean, and I wanted to grab his face, and whisper to his lips, "Don't forget to breathe." This was how I fell for a man. A man who was so lovesick, I was afraid he would drown me in that same ocean he was lost in.

Our love wasn't enough.He had demons.I had hopes.Together we were never meant to be.That didn't stop us, though.Even when it should have.Even when I saw those demons loud and clear.I should have stayed away.Should have never looked back.But love, it's a fickle thing.And sometimes...You need to embrace the darkness.Or let it destroy you.I was drunk once.Now, I'm sober.

A wound to the heart, a hole so deep. Can it be fixed? Or simply replaced? People lie. Those closest to me, tell the most lies. Do they not know who I am? What I'm capable of? Sometimes I wonder if they do. Because when I unravel their lies, they will be delivered to the hell I once visited. And it won't be pleasant.

His lips told me he knew me. His hands touched like we were old lovers. His eyes held secrets of a past I'd never known. I was lost, you see. Lost as the flowers that grew in the meadow. The devil told me he knew me. But lies had a way of unraveling, even if we didn't want them to. The devil had a trick, for his love was full of acid. Acid that burned at every touch, every linger, and I let it scorch me to my core. A devil made you sin. And my devil was the worst. But now that devil wanted my last kiss, and it wasn't one I was willing to give. He could take the acid and leave the burn behind. I was keeping my heart even if I died trying.

Vengeance has a name, and her name is mine. My role is to take action against the darkest men I've ever come across.To kill them one at a time. Until my list is complete. And in doing so, I'm going to use my most powerful weapon-my body. They ruined my life, and now it's my turn to destroy theirs. Even if it means a death sentence for me, each drop of blood will be deserving. Each kill will be worthy of the price I may need to pay. My name is Isadora, and my target is the Moretti Mafia.

ZekeOne rule, only one rule women need to follow when they're with me.Don't ask for more.This rule is in place for a reason, you won't get more of what's not there to give.BexleyHe is striking, and he's all man. He is also the devil, or so I believe him to be. I gave him my heart, not realizing I was doing so. He likes to break me down, so I'm a shell of the person I once was. He's chipping away at me, bit by bit. Though I'm not as weak as he thinks, and when I can't handle it anymore, I will come back swinging.

He was a drug I couldn't kick. I'd overdosed on him before. It didn't turn out well. I was stupid enough to let him crack my heart, in hopes we would fall off the same cliff together. No matter how much my idiotic heart wanted to love him, my head knew better. He didn't choose me. He chose her. That's where the problem started. Maybe that's how it should end.

A kiss could bond you, taint you, claim you. If you let it, it could own you. A kiss from a stranger was highly unlikely. A kiss from a man who hid himself from me, yet slowly tormented me, was unlike any other kiss. It was the kiss of death. It was my hands in cuffs chained to his waist. And only he could set me free. How could I be so blind? How could I have let a man that was delicious as sin take a grip on me? No matter how hard I tried to pull, those cuffs stayed glued to him as the wall that stood between us. I had to smash that wall, I had to see the truth. Even if we collide. Even if he's my own savage collision. I have to be set free.

The woman he loved died.And I'm what's left standing. I didn't know I would fall for him. He is, after all, my enemy. I set out to break his heart. And that's what I plan to do. Splatter it into a million pieces.He's an asshole, you see. He runs this town. And he thinks he can run me too.Well, he can't. And he can think again. Most women don't fall at the feet of a man like him. No, they grovel. Except, I can't. Because I hate him. Even with his rugged good looks and a demanding presence, he can't win me.Because I've played this game well. And I will win.