Breesan Maxwell - If you lose every person that loves you, if you feel unloved by your one remaining family member, and if you know giving your heart away will absolutely crush it to oblivion losing it, will you risk it? Will you break down the isolation wall you spend years building and fortifying for that one thing? Will true love be enough to shut out the demons that convince you that you are not worthy of love?
It will if you choose correctly.
Morgan Walker - Does one woman hold the key to your heart without you even realizing it? Does past love seem like the logical choice for your business affairs? Or does another woman’s appeal outshine all because your brother may be falling for her? Does real love exist for you?
It does if you choose before it is too late.
Marcus Walker - Can you ever love again after your brother’s twisted betrayal? Can you trust your heart with a woman who is the next target of his desires? Can you allow her access to your secrets without sacrificing the lives of friends and family? Can her love be enough to heal you?
It can if you choose it before her past destroys everything.
Will the one thing they deny be all they need? Twisting together through a lifetime formed from pain, heartache and lies Breesan, Morgan and Marcus will face down their individual downfalls. You only get one life and one real love. How will you choose?
That which is broken must shatter if it is a Be All and end all kind of love.
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New Adult Author of the All Series (four book series), book one Be All released July 2013. Marie Wathen is a wife, mother of two, and when she isn’t writing her other career is in law enforcement. Marie is a fourteen year veteran dispatch at her local Sheriff’s Office, it is also where she met her husband Barry. Born and currently living in Central Alabama, she enjoys a serene life in the country, but lives for the excitement of large cities. Besides writing some of Marie’s other passions include reading, traveling, family time with home cooking and an admitted addiction to the reality show Big Brother. Although Marie has been a storyteller her entire life Be All is her first publication. Marie’s genre includes, but is not limited to, Romantic Suspense. She is currently collaborating on a Romantic Paranormal Thriller series that will release in 2014. Marie welcomes you to connect with her through her Facebook page, Twitter or via email.
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“Breesan fucking Maxwell has wrecked my whole damn world. Everything in me is demanding that I stay as far away from her as I can get. Given my dual role with surveillance on her, for The Witch as well as the team, I pray our contact will remain at a distance.
Climbing into my Jeep, I lean my head back against the headrest. I scrub my hand roughly over my head and force it through my hair. Slowly dragging it back down my face I inhale deeply and her sweet scent assaults me. I must have rubbed some of her perfume from her back onto the sleeve of my coat. I slide my nose along the length of the arm remembering how I held her securely in it just an hour ago. Now I need a fucking cold shower.
I groan loudly, “I want her so fucking bad.’”
“‘Bullshit! You have been fucking with me since the night we met. You know what? I’m over this shit. You want me? Get over it because you can’t have me. I am not some stupid girl who will fuck some guy just because he confesses how badly he wants me in his bed. Why do you even feel the need to tell me this shit?” My voice is bordering hysterical. “Have I given you any reason for such a confession? No! Hell no I haven’t. Just leave me alone,” I growl. Stomping off, I leave his ass sitting on that fucking porch swing.”
“Blaming the daydreaming on the large amount of alcohol before dinner, I envision wrapping her coffee colored hair around my hand, yanking her against me, pushing my face into it and finding out how fucking soft it is for myself. I’m consumed with the thoughts of all the things I could do with that little body underneath mine.
Watching her relentlessly biting on that plump bottom lip, she’s just begging me to drag her out of that chair to me, so that she’s straddling my lap and riding me in front of everyone here.