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311 pages, ebook
First published April 25, 2018
“This is going to change us.”
“We won’t let it.”
“You believe that?”
“No.”
We’re a feeling that goes beyond starts and stops. We’re stronger than hellos and goodbyes and deeper than beginnings and ends. We’re an existence that can’t be measured.["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>
“We’re knotted together, and damn if he doesn’t know how to tie a knot that withstands the test of time.”
I’m not an artisan. Just a girl who misses her cowboy
with every stitch and solder, every hour and mile,
every inhale and exhale.
I made this with all that I am, for the one I’ll never stop loving.
~C
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"I don't know how we'll come back from this."
"I broke her heart, because I love her."Jake and Conor have always been together. Both madly in love but too young to act on it, they always knew they were destined to be together. On one tragic night, everything changes. Jake and Conor or torn apart and their families implode. Separated and alone, Conor struggles to deal with the aftermath. With no support and feeling like she is all alone, she does her best to get her life back on track. She never forgot that horrible night or the love she has for Jake. When the time comes for Jake and Conor to seek revenge on those that harmed them, they are brought back together. Their reunion isn't pretty as Jake has much to make up for. Is Conor willing to forgive Jake for letting her go?
"I hold her soft strength tightly against me and mourn with her."Told in dual POV, Knotted is full of intrigue and suspense as the plot unfolds. The terror that Conor and Jake endured is heartbreaking. The time in which they were apart is full of pain and misconceptions. Pam is one author who doesn't shy away from exposing the deepest darkest pain imaginable. As Jake tries to help Conor overcome, I felt frustrated with his methods and wanted Conor to find her voice and yet, in the end, they were able to find their way and overcome.
We’re knotted together, and damn if he doesn’t know how to tie a knot that withstands the test of time.
She’s my past, my present, and my future. I’m everything when I’m with her and nothing without her.
He’s a mountain of a man, all shoulders and chest and powerful legs. And those jeans fit so low and provocatively around his hips I can see his religion.
She’s alive because I broke her heart, and she’s going to stay alive while I put it back together.
“I can’t talk about…” She grips the edge of the sink, trembling and wheezing. “Not the ravine. I can’t do this.”
“You can, and you won’t be alone.”
Her nails scratch against the counter, her breaths loud and fitful. “I can’t have sex from behind.”
“Every position, Conor.”
A shuddering sob escapes her lips. “I think… Maybe…” She gulps for air. “There’s medicine I can take for the anxiety. That would be better.”
“Medication is addictive and unnecessary. Lift your arms.”
She crosses them, hugging her waist.
I step back just enough to let my hand fly. The hard smack on her ass sends her up on her toes. Her hands drop to the counter, and she releases a half-cry, half-moan.
“Arms up.” I spank her again. “I’d love to spend all night reddening your ass.”
A deep, reluctant groan sounds in the back of her throat, pulsing a surge of blood to my cock. She loves when I spank her, so much so she’ll risk a panic attack just to feel the bite of my palm.
With a hand in my hair and the other on my hip, he bends me into his heat and sets fire to my world.
I made her believe I let her go. God, if I only could. Nothing will stop me from watching over her, but I can’t have her. I’ll protect her with my life, but I must forget her.
Something clicks inside me, like a turning key. I’ve been wandering aimlessly, so lost and far away from myself. But I just found the door the leads me back. He’s the other half of me, and he holds the pieces that will make me whole again.
This is us, wild and incendiary, dancing in the open air like a campfire. Galloping through the pasture against the wind. Soaring over the ridge with falcon wings and marveling at the glory of our life together.
The salt of his skin, the mint on his breath, the dark, predatory bite of his essence. I taste it on my tongue and feel it in my blood. I tremble through and through, drugged by his rugged beauty.
"You’re stronger, fiercer, and so goddamn ornery it makes me hard. Really fucking hard.”
He’s not safe. Not where my heart’s concerned. Of all the men who have hurt me, his cruelty was the most damaging.
“You were there, looking right at me, holding me with your presence. It made a difference.”
“I did the only thing I could to protect her. I broke her heart because I love her.”
“I’ve been wandering aimlessly, so lost and far away from myself. But I just found the door that leads me back.”
❝He's fire and ruthlessness, and I'm desperate to be burned and consumed. Together, we're a grunting, hungry battlefield, hunting and raiding, chasing and pillaging.❞
❝I'm still a virgin, because I love Conor Cassidy.❞
❝I broke her heart, because I love her.❞
❝I'll bleed for her, because I love her.❞
❝I'll kill for her, because I love her.❞
❝I'll make sure she realizes her dream, because I love her.❞
❝I'll hunt down her enemies. I'll protect her from afar. I'll let her believe I don't love her. Because I love her.❞
❝My girl is sunshine, rawhide, and pure fight.❞