My Thoughts
Elma so tugged at my heart. She lost her brother who fought in the ring. She lost her mother who couldn't get things together to support her. That means she struggles to have the money for school. When she is faced with not being able to sign up for classes, Abel comes in to save the day and wants her help. Abel is such a lonely soul. His father is a monster. My heart broke for all that he suffered. Then came Elma.
There are twists and turns creating such a rollercoaster ride of emotions in their story. I loved every bit of it.
I give Paradise Fought: Abel 4 hearts!
About the Book
I'm not a fighter.
I was born into a fighting family. As the middle child, I was overlooked in favor of my older brother.
He took the negative attention, too. In comparison, there's nothing special about me.
I’m not as big as Cobra. I’m not as strong as Cobra. He's the alpha.
I'm a beta.
The second son.
The lesser one.
The one never encouraged to fight, never encouraged to do anything, but stay out of my father’s way.
I'm not a lover either - but I wished to be – that’s why I needed her.
I met a girl in the pouring rain.
Sounds cliché, but it's true. It changed everything.
Because of love, I learned to fight.
Betas come second, but in this fight, my story is first.
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Excerpt
If I thought I was going to make a speedy getaway, I was
wrong. My savior caught up to me, half way down the walk, outside the finance
building. He was quick and a large hand wrapped around my upper arm.
“Whoa, sister,” he said, slightly out of breath. “You almost
got away from me again.”
“What?” I questioned. I had no idea what he meant: again.
“Never mind,” he muttered, his hand still on me. I looked
down at it and he immediately released me. My eyes pinched as I realized I
didn’t mind his hand on my skin. There was something nonthreatening about him.
He seemed rather innocent, studious, actually. His shirt was buttoned almost to
the top and tucked into his pants. The sleeves secure at the cuffs. His jeans
were snug and hugged him well. He wore dark rimmed glasses that screamed smart.
Brown boots looked too new on his large feet. It was like he had the right
parts but the wrong combination.
His blue eyes were soft and easy to look into. They practically
spoke to me, but I had no idea what he was saying. His dark hair was
disheveled, a bit shaggy, but cool looking. He kind of looked like a pop star,
which was a little too sugar sweet for me. His form was questionable. It was
hard to tell what kind of body he had under those clothes. He looked rather
preppy, like half the guys at this university. I didn’t want to think about it.
I’d just sold my soul for another semester.
“So when do you want to do this?” I asked. His blank stare
told me he had no idea what I meant.
“Us,” I said, pointing between him and me.
“I…” His voice trailed off as he gawked at me. His
expression changed from confusion to shock.
“I didn’t buy you to sleep with you,” he said, a touch of
disbelief in his voice. His face turned crimson, then fell. “Why, have you done
that before?” It was my turn to be surprised and offended.
I turned on my heels and began stomping away from him. He
was too quick and he caught me again. His hand on my arm halted me. This time
he didn’t release me when I peered down at his fingers wrapped around my bicep.
“Look. I need help,” he blurted. His face pinked a little,
and it was sweet. “I don’t need help with sex. I need help with before.” His
tone dropped, and he looked side to side to see if anyone would hear him. I
took his meaning.
“You don’t know how to do foreplay?” I questioned in a loud
whisper, trying to hide my astonishment. How could anyone have sex and not know
a touch of foreplay?
His face pinked again.
“Not that,” he said, sounding like a child. “The flirting.
The dating. The…other stuff.”
I was stunned. I stared at him, taking in his features
again. He was kind of cute, leaning toward the potential for good looking. He
couldn’t possibly need help with this request. The confusion on my face made
him speak.
“I don’t know how to flirt.” The words swirled between us.
“I don’t understand.” I didn’t. I didn’t know what he wanted
from me.
“I need lessons how to be…cool: with girls. Call it a
tutoring session. I need to learn how to be…seen.” His voice took on a touch of
sadness. He couldn’t possibly be serious. I continued to stare at him. My mouth
might have actually dropped open a bit, and I noticed he was watching my lips.
It was a little exciting the way he stared at them. I licked them and his
pupils dilated, filling in more black over the blue. His expression changed.
Knowingly, he blinked when he realized I was teasing him. His lip quirked up
and a dimple showed in his cheek.
“I need to date you,” he blurted. “To learn how to do, what
you just did to me.”
About the Author
L.B. Dunbar loves the original legend of King Arthur. Inspired by this classic tale, she pulled over to the side of the road to take notes when it hit her that if King Arthur lived today, he'd be a rock star. A lover of fairy tales, myths, legends, and anything with happily ever after, she loves to read and write contemporary romance. Her Legendary Rock Stars series is complete with the final tale: The Trials of Guinevere DeGrance, but the story began with The Legend of Arturo King. She also wrote The Sensations Collection, which includes five stand alones based on the five senses in a small town setting near Lake Michigan. Raised on one side of that lake, she grew up in Michigan, but now lives on the other side, in Chicago. Mother to four, wife to the one and only, and teacher to hundreds of former students, she looks forward to sharing more stories in the future.
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