On my twenty-first birthday, I did a dangerous thing. Something so reckless and wild it changed the way I think of myself. The only person who knows the whole story is a man with a gun and a thunderstorm in his eyes. A man I never thought I’d see again outside of my wildest fantasies and dirtiest daydreams. Now, three years later, I see him walking down the street in my hometown like he belongs here. I need to find him. I need to talk to him. I never even found out his name.
I’m not a bad man, but I’ve done bad things. Three years ago, I made a choice that changed the course of my life. A choice that made me drop everything and run. A choice with only one witness, a girl in a black dress and red f*ck me heels. A girl so beautiful, no woman has lived up to her since. When I see her again three years later, I know I should keep on walking. Danger is following me and I’d be a fool to lead it to her.
Turns out I’m a selfish bastard because nothing on earth could make me walk away without her.
- Original Title:Woodsman: A Bad Boy [email protected]
- Author:Abby Brooks
- Rating:7.88 / 10
- Publisher:Published October 2nd 2016 by Little Bird Publishing, LLC
The pounding bass, the lights strobing and pulsing around the club, the many conversations held at full volume and raucous laughter, it’s all too much for my whiskey-muddled brain. I need a quiet moment. Like now. Staggering to my feet, I grab my purse and twiddle my fingers at my surprised friends.
“I’ll be right back,” I slur, smearing a smile across my face and hoping I look polite enough.
Ali, my best friend in the whole wide world, lifts an eyebrow. “You can’t leave. You’re the birthday girl.” She sounds even further down the whiskey path than I am.
With a shake of my head and a toss of my thick, red hair, I saunter towards the front door of Tantra, the hottest club here in LA. And right now, by hot, I mean it’s sweltering in here. Too many people sucking up all the oxygen. Of course, the same could be said for LA itself. ...