There are three things I have to protect: My heart, my scars and my life. Even from my best friend.
Some secrets have the power to change lives.
Or ruin them.
What I didn’t expect was for my best friend to walk away when I needed him most.
I made the only decision I could.
And I have no regrets–even if Lars Trouble can’t handle that.
Now I just have to convince my broken heart it’s better off without him.
I don’t do secrets, I hate deceivers and I’m not in love with my best friend.
Or so I thought.
As the man in the shadows, the drummer of the Darling Devils, the person I rely on most is my best friend.
That is until I discover Naomi is a liar.
If walking away from her was hard, learning she isn’t mine to love feels impossible.
And just when I think it’s all finally coming back together, fate steps in and proves me wrong.
But when you love someone, you do the only thing you can. You fight for your love story to begin.
A friends-to-lovers romance to the beat of the Darling Devils – the legends of music.
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“What about this one?” Lars dangles the tiniest bikini he has found in the shop on his finger. It’s more a fingernail than a piece of clothing.
“Perfect, let me try it on first and walk around the shop to be sure everyone appreciates it.”
“No way, woman,” he grunts. “I want you to wear it inside.”
“Why would I wear this inside when I could be naked riding your cock?” I quirk an eyebrow.
“Because suggestive clothing is a veil to desire. I prefer to have a peek behind the curtain than being invited to a show with the curtain wide open,” he shrugs.
“I know. And that’s because you’re a man of the shadows, babe. Buy it if it rocks your world. I’ll wear it for you tonight. But for the beach, I need something covering a lot more.” I continue my search through the rack until I find a cute black bikini. I turn around to show Lars and find him scrutinizing me.
“I need to try on my bathing suit,” he says, zooming in on my breasts.
“So stop looking at my tits and go?” I point at the changing room. The shop is the typical surfer shop full of clothes and bracelets made from recycled plastic you find in the ocean. It’s tiny and has a hippie beach vibe to it no one can resist. It even smells like monoi and coconut.
“I can’t.” He smiles. I can see the glimmer in his eyes that it’s nothing serious. Probably, one of his stupid ideas like how he decided he always needs a couple of beers or he will get an earache. To this day, he still believes that if he has only one, his ear will not hurt.
“Why?” I roll my eyes not even waiting for his answer before knowing it’s stupid.
I don’t think it’s a good idea to try on a bathing suit with a hard-on,” he whispers.
“Because you can catch HDD?” I smile.
“I read it somewhere Lars. If you try on bathing suits with an erection, you might get Hard Dick Disease, and Mr. Selfish will stay in that state for your girlfriend to ride you whenever and wherever she wants. It’s scientifically proven.” I laugh at my own joke. Lars smirks.
“You’re a dork.”
About the Author
Gabrielle G will do anything for a hot cup of tea, still celebrates her half birthdays and feels everyone has an inner temptuous voice.
Born in France and having lived in Switzerland, Gabrielle currently resides in Montreal with her husband, three devilish children and an extremely moody cat.
After spending years contemplating a career in writing, she finally jumped off the deep end and took the plunge into the literary world. Writing consumed her and she independently published her work.
Gabrielle’s style is fiercely raw and driven by pure emotion. Her love stories leave you out of breath, yearning for more, while at the same time wiping away tears.