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New Release ~ Marrying A Writer ~ by ~ Shani Haim

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𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚.

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨.

𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦.

𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘐𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘎𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘳. 𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺.

𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘢ç𝘢𝘥𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬.

𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚…

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To Read the First Chapter Click HERE!

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“Fuck it,” I muttered, my voice barely audible, raised the covers, and in I went.

At first, I mirrored her posture, lying on my side without touching her. My pulse quickened, my mind coming up blank.

In, out. In, out.

The familiar repetition dissipated my anxiety. The longer I repeated it, the slower my heart beat. Soon, my breaths synchronized with those of Justine, our shoulders rising and falling in tandem. Only then did I move, draping my arm across her pink nightgown, sheathing her waist, scooting closer to her.

Hate would make you forget a lot of things. It’d wipe out lazy afternoons of lying on the beach together. It’d box and store away secret moments you glanced at the girl you loved while she gave imaginary classes to her dolls, while you were supposed to be reading finance articles. It’d bury the time she caught you doing it and smiled at you as if she loved you too.

It could try to drown, by a small portion, the memory of how your love felt beneath your fingertips when you hugged her through days and nights, through tears and laughter in the intimate position you’d shared with no one ever since. It could try, but it would fail.

Because once reality kicked in, it didn’t stand a fucking chance.

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Shani Haim has been a romantic at heart for as long as she can remember.

One of her greatest passions has always been reading, and she devoured anything that swept her away to faraway places.

From reading she made the transition to writing, falling in love with her flawed, broken and full of soul characters one happily-ever-after at a time.

When she’s not swooning over book boyfriends, she’s practicing yoga, drinking unhealthy amount of coffee, or watching Netflix with her husband in their Tel Aviv home.

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New Release ~ Loving a Writer ~ by ~ Shani Haim

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𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀…𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁?

𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵.

𝘚𝘰, 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦. 𝘐’𝘮…𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘔𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘒𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

𝘈𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳.

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘚𝘦𝘦, 𝘒𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵? 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘰𝘰.

𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗜 𝗯𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗳 𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝗮𝗺, 𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲?

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“How are you, Els?”

That was a loaded question. Between the exposure he’d subjected me to, and the sexual tension that revolved being around him, I couldn’t say what or how I was. “I’m…okay?”

His lips twitched, a glimmer of mischief glinting in his eyes. “You haven’t fainted. Or fallen asleep.”

“Nope.”

My heart hadn’t slowed one bit. It galloped, springing forward like a racehorse; it threatened to break out of its cage, pushing against my ribs. And it was desperate to reach Kyle.

From where his lips met my knuckles, I pulled his hand lower. I removed my fingers from his, wrapped them around his wrist and pressed his palm beneath my throat, in the center of my collarbone.

He swallowed. “That’s fast.”

We were practically nose to nose, the invisible bridge between our eyes growing ever shorter. Not leaving my sight, Kyle mirrored my actions, lowering his sweatshirt so I could feel his pulse.

Combustion.

“Reading for you has been the single most exciting thing I’ve done in a long while, Miss Jenkins.” He flicked his tongue out, swiping it over his lower lip. “I hope I did you proud.”

“You did much more than that.” A tear stained my cheek at the memory of him sharing my work. His deep voice relaying the story I wrote, the sincerity in it. It felt like a box of chocolates detonated inside my soul. “You made me not hate it.”

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Read the FIRST CHAPTER today!

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Shani Haim has been a romantic at heart for as long as she can remember.

One of her greatest passions has always been reading, and she devoured anything that swept her away to faraway places.

From reading she made the transition to writing, falling in love with her flawed, broken and full of soul characters one happily-ever-after at a time.

When she’s not swooning over book boyfriends, she’s practicing yoga, drinking unhealthy amount of coffee, or watching Netflix with her husband in their Tel Aviv home.

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New Release ~ Kissing A Writer ~ by ~ Shani Haim

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“What an idiot I was.” She huffed a watery breath. “To believe you were getting the hint, getting why I had to do what I did. To believe a real happy ending could happen to me.” Her mouth pinched into a thin line before she mumbled, mostly to herself, “I was so naïve.”

I stared at her dumbly as she waited for my reply.

“Noah, I’ve been trying to talk myself out of misjudging you, of not giving you a fair chance.” She twisted her fingers.

“You made it feel so real, this affection for me.”

My fists clenched, the fingers digging into my flesh. With as much restraint as I could muster against these hurtful

accusations, I answered, “Alda, I think you should take a moment and listen to me before you say something both of us will regret.”

“Regret what? Saying to your face how you left me when I needed you?”

Evidently, grudges were indiscriminate and they dug roots down in both our souls.

She hid her face with her palms then raked her fingers through her hair, slowly moving her gaze from the covers to me.

“Why are we doing this, Noah? Huh? What am I to you? Am I a toy? A plaything to use and then write stories about?”

If words could kill, I’d be bleeding to death on the floor right then and there.

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Read the First Chapter HERE!

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Shani Haim has been a romantic at heart for as long as she can remember.

One of her greatest passions has always been reading, and she devoured anything that swept her away to faraway places.

From reading she made the transition to writing, falling in love with her flawed, broken and full of soul characters one happily-ever-after at a time.

When she’s not swooning over book boyfriends, she’s practicing yoga, drinking unhealthy amount of coffee, or watching Netflix with her husband in their Tel Aviv home.

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New Release ~ The Benefits of Love ~ by ~ Shani Haim

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𝙇𝙖𝙪𝙧𝙖 𝘔𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭—𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘡𝘢𝘤𝘩. 𝘡𝘢𝘤𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴. 𝘡𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘰’𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱. 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦. 𝘖𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱. 𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦’𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴? 𝙕𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘐 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘸 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘴…𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘳?

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Something in what I said triggered him and he pulled back. “No, I’m sorry.” Zach gripped my hips, lifted me as if I weighed nothing and placed me gently on the bed. “I can’t.” He sat up and kissed my cheek, so soft it almost hurt. “I’d feel like a tool for doing it. We’ll have other days.” I crossed my arms over my body, suddenly very self-conscious. “Hey.” Zach cupped my cheeks, encouraging me not to hide but look at him. His lips curved up in a kind smile. “You felt me just now, so you know how bad I have it for you. But if we fucked, you’d always have that doubt. You’d always question my honesty, and I won’t ever make you feel used like this.” His earnestness made my heart expand and strain against my chest. Zach acted like a real friend and it meant something to me. It meant a lot. Zach’s warm words and reassurance allowed me to relax. I became limp, sagging into the mattress as he covered my naked body, pulling the blanket up to my shoulders. “What’s funny?” he asked when I chuckled. “You, protecting my modesty.” His smile widened, and he kissed my cheek ever so softly that I barely registered it. A second later, he was next to the door. “You’re not staying?” “If I did, I can’t promise you there’d be no sleeping. I’ll see you, Tulip.” As soon as I heard him closing the door behind him and turning the lock, my eyelids draped over my eyes like a silk veil, smooth and soft. It didn’t take long for the peaceful sleep to arrive, when I was surrounded by the comfort of having another person in the world who cared about me.

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To Read the First Chapter Click HERE!

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Shani Haim has been a romantic at heart for as long as she can remember. One of her greatest passions has always been reading, and she devoured anything that swept her away to faraway places. From reading she made the transition to writing, falling in love with her flawed, broken and full of soul characters one happily-ever-after at a time. When she’s not swooning over book boyfriends, she’s practicing yoga, drinking unhealthy amount of coffee, or watching Netflix with her husband in their Tel Aviv home.

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