THE IMPACT Tristan
hit rock bottom, and no one felt the impact harder than Danika. She was
forced to see, in the most brutal of ways, that love does not conquer
all. Bruised, bloody, and broken she had to walk away.
THE AFTERMATH Picking
up the pieces of your life after a tragedy is a daunting prospect, and
that’s considering you still own all of the pieces. But what if you
don’t? What if someone else owns those pieces, and those pieces are a
part of your soul? You dig deep and work with what you’ve got. That’s what Danika told herself and believed, every single day, for years. Tristan
and Danika’s love had failed every test that life had thrown at them.
She couldn’t forget that, not for one second. And if those tests had
been overly harsh, well, she wasn’t one to wallow in self-pity. The
failure was the thing she had to focus on. The failure was the lesson.
She had no intention of working so hard to make it out of hell without
learning that lesson well.
THE REUNION Over
six years after the night that changed everything, Danika finds herself
forced to spend the weekend constantly in Tristan’s company, as they
attend the wedding of two of their dearest friends. It’s been long
enough that she feels they can be friendly again without it destroying
her peace of mind, but just a small amount of time in his presence has
her remembering something she had forced herself to forget: There’d been
a reason she’d gone through hell with this man, for this man, some true
good to precede the bad. She shocks herself by quickly giving in to a hunger that she never imagined could still consume her. Even the best intentioned denial has a breaking point.
THE HARSH REALITY After
everything that’s happened, the rise and the fall, the pain and the
aftermath, can these two navigate the waters of acute regret, survive
the trials of coming face to face with all that they have lost, and find
the strength to try again?
From R.K. Lilley's blog: Mr. Beautiful will be a male point-of-view novel for the Up
in the Air series that tells the story of James, and Stephan, and their unwavering love of a
woman that would make the two men family.
WARNING: THIS TEASER CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE UP IN THE
I couldn’t sleep after the shooting.
Bianca slept like a baby, like she never had before, like every worry she’d ever had
had disappeared with the death of her father.
But not me. I was more restless than ever. A miracle had saved her, not me, and I
felt helpless because of it. That was not a feeling that fit me well. In fact, it made my
skin crawl in discomfort. In anger.
It had been months since the attack. She and Stephan were healed physically, and it
seemed, emotionally, but I felt the wounds as though they were fresh. What had almost
happened haunted me. I was a man that needed control, and I’d been shown, in the
starkest way possible, that I hadnone.
I sat scant feet away from our bed, watching Bianca sleep. She was nude, with not
so much as a sheet covering her. I’d seen to that. I watched her lithe form shift on the
bed, one long leg hitching up to give me a glimpse of the pink between her legs.
I felt like a fucking stalker. Truth be told, I was one, watching her for hours on end,
night after night.
I tensed when I realized she’d roused. It upset her that I couldn’t sleep, when she
deserved peace more than anyone.
She sat up, and I watched her heavy breasts swaying with the movement. “James.”
Her voice was the softest utterance.
“Love,” I answered, feeling the dark mood that had overtaken me lift in an instant.
Just having her eyes on me could do that.
She crawled across the bed toward me. She’d always had an uncanny ability to do
exactly the thing that would drive me the most wild, and she’d only gotten better at that
over time. She didn’t hide her body from me as she moved. In fact, she posed for me,
even the exposure of her body an act of submission. As though reading my thoughts, as
though even those were a command, she paused on the edge of the bed, parting her legs
to let me look my fill before she rose, approaching my chair.
I stood to meet her, my body drawn tight, my cock throbbing as though I hadn’t
come, buried inside of her, just hours before.
I was a statue as she leaned up to my ear, my brows drawing together in a question.
Her lips touched my ear as she spoke.
“Hurt me,” she whispered raggedly.
My eyes shut tight, my jaw went slack, and a shudder wracked my entire body. This
woman destroyed my self-control.
I’d avoided all of the rough stuff since she’d been injured, but God had I missed it.
“We don’t have to, Bianca. It’s not necess-“
She gripped my hair, pulling my face down to her injured cheek. She dug her jaw
into me so hard that I knew it must be hurting her badly.
“I need it,” she rasped into my ear. “I’ll never stop needing it. Please.”
I pulled back, and my hands trembled as I cupped her face in my hands, my eyes
searching hers desperately for what I wanted to see. Need. Yes. She needed this as
much as I did. Perhaps more so.
“Get on the bed,” I told her thickly.
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She's had a lot of interesting jobs, from being a first class flight attendant, to being a
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The fourth part in the New York Times bestselling series, The Blackstone Affair:
A bright beginning for two damaged souls fighting for their hard-won love, and the
promise of a new hope to secure their happily ever after.
Fresh from an idyllic honeymoon along the Italian coast, the Blackstones prepare for
the birth of their precious baby and the challenges of settling into a new home. But things
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to be complete, but learn just how "rare" their brand of love is when they have to risk
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“BELLA, you look magnificent, the glow in your cheeks, everything, is utter
perfection.” Marco, kissed me on both cheeks as was custom, then held me at arm’s
length for a thorough perusal. “Lovely dress. I can see that marriage and motherhood is
agreeing with you, darling.”
I felt Ethan’s hand at my back soften and relax at
Marco’s friendly, but appropriate greeting. Maybe he’d get over his paranoia that Marco
was trying to bag me every time he photographed me. Ethan just didn’t understand that
Marco wasn’t like that at all. He was a professional photographer doing a job with me,
and nothing more. Well, nothing more than a working, platonic friendship. He’d always
been kind to me, and I liked working with Marco Carvaletti very much. I hoped Ethan
could see it here tonight as we all interacted.
“It is, Marco, and I don’t think I
could be any happier.” I leaned into Ethan, nudging him to speak up.
Carvaletti, thank you for the invitation. We’ve been looking forward to this all day.”
Ethan lied smoothly, offering his hand, playing the social gentleman to perfection, which
he was well skilled at. I guess he did it out of love for me. I knew he didn’t want to be
here anymore than he wanted me modeling. I mouthed a thank you only visible to him.
He kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear, “Don’t forget about Simba, baby.”
Then he wandered off to get drinks for us.
Marco took me on a tour of his
elegantly restored 17th century villa as I marveled at all of the art. He had a whole room
set up as a gallery of his photographs. There were a couple of me in there. One where I
sat in a formal chair with one knee up, strategically placed, my expression far away and
pensive. The other pose was a side view recreation of a vintage Ziegfeld Follies girl with
a feather boa and some satin pumps. It was one of the first portraits I posed for and I
really thought it was nicely choreographed.
“It is a beautiful piece, bella. I
knew when we did that series you had the gift.” Marco stood behind me admiring the
image he had created with me as the subject.
“I was so nervous posing, but
you made me laugh when you told me to imagine Iggy Pop in a dress.” I shrugged.
“That broke the ice and I was fine after that.”
“That one works for me every
“Well, Iggy Pop in a dress is funny, so good job, Marco.” We
laughed together and made our way back to the main gathering.
Ethan with my drink? I scanned the room for sight of him, but didn’t see his tall form
standing out among the crowd anywhere. And I needed water.
“He is talking
to Carolina and Rogelio, my friends,” Marco said, correctly reading my quest to find
Ethan. “I believe they have discovered they are acquainted already.”
Ethan knew people at this party? I suppose it wasn’t as bad as he’d predicted it would be
after all. Couldn’t wait to bust him about his whining to come here.
well that’s great. I look forward to meeting them. But first, I need to get some water.
I’m really thirsty after spending a long time swimming in the ocean today. Must be all