Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 47758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Landon stopped as he got to her face. He fucking froze.
Hell no.
It couldn’t be.
It was like staring into a nightmare.
Sarah, only it wasn’t her. No, this woman looked a little like Sarah but it wasn’t her. The hair was different, the only part of her that was. Her eyes were the same color, but these weren’t smiling or filled with humor and love. They looked angry, fierce, pissed-off.
His gut tightened.
His heart raced.
His dick fucking thickened.
This woman, whoever she was, it was like she awakened something in him.
Mine.
There was no stopping the need flowing through his entire body, and he was hungry for her.
Without thinking, he walked over to her and grabbed her arm. He didn’t wait for an invitation. Cupping her cheek, he sank his fingers into her hair, tilting her head back. He didn’t know how it was possible, but the feeling flooded his body.
This was his woman.
His love.
His everything.
As he slammed his lips down on hers, she cried out. He growled, plunging his tongue into her mouth and feeling her melt against him.
“Perfection,” he said.
She was everything.
He cried out as pain erupted from his knee.
“I don’t know who you think you are but you don’t go around kissing people without asking first. Who the hell do you think you are?” She tried to get away from him and in the process, she knocked the baseball cap from his head.
He turned his gaze toward her, and she paused.
“You’re him. You’re Landon.”
He didn’t have time for this. “Yeah, and this is going to be the one and only time for this. I really am sorry.”
“What?”
He hated himself as he knocked her out with one hit.
This was the last thing he wanted to do. Hitting his woman, or whoever this person was, made him feel sick inside but he didn’t have a choice. He had to get some answers.
He caught her before she landed on the ground.
Lifting her up, he grabbed his baseball cap and started back in the direction from where he came. He had to stop a couple of times, and he had no choice but to haul her over his shoulder and carry her.
“You’re going to be so pissed at me, but you know what? It’s going to be worth it. I don’t know who you are but we’re going to find out.”
His lips still tingled from where he kissed her. His body felt on fire and a surge of energy erupted within him that he couldn’t even begin to describe. He was going to take it though because right now, he had a reason to live and it made no sense.
Sarah died. He felt that pain. It was so acute that he’d tried to end his life. Only that feeling had been dwindling with every single passing day.
He didn’t want to die. He had a reason to live.
He had to figure out what all of this meant before she was taken from him. His uncle and brothers had a plan. He needed to figure out what it was before them.
****
For the third time in a matter of days, Tulip woke up in a different place, only this time, her face hurt.
Everything came rushing back at her. Running from Rick, the kiss, Landon, and the son of a bitch punched her. Oh, he was so getting kneed in the balls next time. How dare he hit her?
The kiss was out of order, but hitting her? Wrong, on so many levels, and it pissed her off even more.
“You’re awake.”
She looked up to see she was in some old house. There was a pine-fresh smell but underneath it all, the smell of decay and mold was easy to detect. She knew her gross smells and this place had seen much better days.
“No thanks to you. You know a single punch to the face can kill a person.”
“I was careful.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve got a really bad headache.”
“Who are you?”
“A woman and an earthling. Who are you?”
“Why are you working with my brothers and uncle?”
“Oh, yeah, that’s right, you’re Landon, right? Hey, Landon. Let me the fuck go.” She was tied to a chair. “What is it with you people and tying me up?”
“Why are you here?”
“That is a question humankind has been trying to figure out.”
“Stop trying to be cute.”
“It’s in my nature.” She wriggled a little more. “Let me go.”
Landon didn’t answer her. He grabbed a chair and dragged it across the ground. The sound only made her head worse.
“Great, you’re an arsehole just like your family.”
“You’re from England.”
“Ding-ding. Someone get this guy a chocolate bar.” She rolled her eyes.
“You’re not Sarah.”
“No, I’m not this precious someone.”
“Then who are you?”
“Why don’t you tell me?” she asked.
“I have no idea. You look like Sarah, but you’re not. You’ve got a mouth on you and you clearly don’t look happy to see me.”