Her love could set me free from the shadows...
Seeing Coco Becket for the first time, made my heart start beating again. It changed everything.
Before her I had no purpose, no reason to live.
She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met, I couldn't help but fantasize about kissing her plump lips or having those sky blue eyes staring back at mine, seeing beyond what I truly was. Broken and ashamed.
My desire for her ran deep, deeper than I expected it too. She was a Goddess and I was simply caught up in her glow, I couldn't say no. Not to her kindness, and not to my need to be near her.
Coco was the good in life where I was the bad. She became the sun to my never ending darkness.
When a mysterious situation brings us together, I discover that I'll do anything to keep her safe. Even if it means risking my own life, to save hers.
Because before her, love was just a word I'd heard in passing…and now I'll destroy anyone that tries to take her, or that love away from me.
Her love could set me free from the shadows...
Seeing CoCo Becket for the first time, made my heart start beating again. It changed everything.
Before her I had no purpose, no reason to live.
She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met, I couldn't help but fantasize about kissing her plump lips or having those sky blue eyes staring back at mine, seeing beyond what I truly was. Broken and ashamed.
My desire for her ran deep, deeper than I expected it too. She was a Goddess and I was simply caught up in her glow, I couldn't say no. Not to her kindness, and not to my need to be near her.
CoCo was the good in life where I was the bad. She became the sun to my never ending darkness.
When a mysterious situation brings us together, I discover that I'll do anything to keep her safe. Even if it means risking my own life, to save hers.
Because before her, love was just a word I'd heard in passing…and now I'll destroy anyone that tries to take her, or that love away from me.
“Have you ever thought about being a model?” I ask as he steps one leg inside the spa and pauses. After only a moment, he sits down on the other side and looks out at the city lights.
“When I lived in New York, I had someone come up to me and offer me a modeling job, but I thought they were only saying it to mess with me. I was the one perusing models to paint and not used to being on the other side. I didn’t…” He looks at me now, his eyes shadowed with an emotion I can’t name.
“Would you now? You’re still young and I don’t know what you looked like then, but you really are a beautiful man, Bodhi. Plenty of people will be knocking on your door now that I’ve given you a haircut and your beard is gone.”
Did he purposely keep his hair long to avoid people?
“You can ask. I see it all over your face even in the dim light.” He shifts a little to look out more at the city than me.
“You don’t have to talk about anything that makes you uncomfortable. Ever. All you have to do is say the word. There’s something about you that makes me want to know every little thing about you, but I can also tell you don’t like talking about yourself much.”
“Growing up we didn’t have much money, and I was alwaysgrowing too fast. My mother couldn’t keep up with my growth spurts, so my clothes were almost always too small for me.” He glances at me but goes back to looking at the lights. I don’t fault him. Sometimes it’s easier if you don’t have to look at the person you’re speaking to. “I’ve always been quiet. I guess too quiet because from the time I can remember kids were always making fun of me. Either for my clothes that weren’t quite long enough, not clean enough, or for not having any friends.”
I gasp and cover my mouth with my hand. Why are children so cruel?
“I got used to not having any friends and hearing all their comments behind my back. It got better for a little while in high school. I shot up again and started lifting weights which caught all the girls’ eyes. I know most boys don’t know how to talk to girls or women, but I wasn’t used to talking to anyone but my mom, and soon enough the girls who tried to talk to me or go out with me and use me started to whisper about me too.” Bodhi tips back his beer and finishes it.
“I have no preconceived notions about you. Show me who you are Bodhi, and that’s who I’ll believe you are. Can you do that?” Her hand rubs up and down my arm and, in that moment, I’d do anything for her even give my life if it came down to it.
The lump in my throat prevents me from speaking. All I can do is nod my head as I stare at the amazing women in front of me.
“Good. Now if you haven’t noticed I don’t live too close to town. Before I lived not far from the salon where I could easily stop and get something to eat on my way home or have it delivered. While I can still grab something on the way home, no one but pizza places deliver. I had pizza every night while I moved in so I’m over it for now. Having a guest though is pushing me to actually use that kitchen.” Her eyes shine with sincerity. “Plus, it’s healthier.”
“I know how to make spaghetti,” I blurt out making her laugh. “I can make dinner if you still want me to stay.”
“Oh, you’re not getting out of staying with me.” She points out the door. “Grab your bag so we can get home before it gets dark because while I was sitting here chilling out, I was daydreaming about ordering takeout from The Cheesecake Factory.”
I can’t help but laugh at her. “I thought you said you wanted to eat healthy and that’s not healthy.”
“What if I promise to eat healthy for the rest of the weekend?” She peers up at me, her big blue eyes filled with hope.
I play along because she can do whatever she wants. It’s her house and I won’t be there to hold her accountable if she slips up. “How can I deny you when you look at me like that?”
Somehow, she manages for her eyes to become bigger. Bluer. “Like what?”
Does she really not know? She has to.
“With cute puppy dog eyes filled with hope,” I answer.
“I wasn’t doing that, was I?” she asks, astounded.
She really doesn’t know. How has she made it this far in life and not know the power she holds with one single look?
I stand staring at Bodhi. If I were to try to dream up the perfect-looking man, I wouldn’t even come close to the man sitting before me. He’s smooth skinned and gorgeous. His hair is short on the sides and longer on top and curls in the cutest way when it dries. I didn’t want it to be too extreme even though it is pretty extreme from how long it was before he let me get my hands on it. He even let me hack off his beard and holy hell I didn’t know what was underneath all that hair. I let him shave the rest off and I can’t help but want to caress every inch of his handsome face.
Now that all the hair is gone, his hypnotic blue-green eyes stand out even more. They call to me on a level I don’t understand and when my gaze pulls away from his, I’m met with his soft full lips that beg to be kissed.
My trance is broken when the doorbell rings.
Title: Secret Admirer
Author: Harlow Layne
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Romantic Suspense
Release Day: September 20, 2019
Cover Designer: Harlow Layne
Her love could set me free from the shadows...
Seeing CoCo Becket for the first time, made my heart start beating again. It changed everything.
Before her I had no purpose, no reason to live.
She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met, I couldn't help but fantasize about kissing her plump lips or having those sky blue eyes staring back at mine, seeing beyond what I truly was. Broken and ashamed.
My desire for her ran deep, deeper than I expected it too. She was a Goddess and I was simply caught up in her glow, I couldn't say no. Not to her kindness, and not to my need to be near her.
CoCo was the good in life where I was the bad. She became the sun to my never ending darkness.
When a mysterious situation brings us together, I discover that I'll do anything to keep her safe. Even if it means risking my own life, to save hers.
Because before her, lovewas just a word I'd heard in passing…and now I'll destroy anyone that tries to take her, or that love away from me.
Only available at the following retailers until Sept. 20th
Harlow Layne is a hopeless romantic who writes sweet and sexy alpha males who will make you swoon.
Harlow wrote fanfiction for years before she decided to try her hand at a story that had been swimming in her head for years.
When Harlow's not writing you'll find her online shopping on Amazon, Facebook, or Instagram, reading, or hanging out with her family and two dogs.
“I’m sorry, Coco. Really, I am.”
Her grip on my hand tightens before she pulls me into her soft body. Her other hand reaches up and wraps around my neck, pulling me down until our lips collide.
Instantly all is right with the world.
Stars burst behind my eyelids as her soft lips move against mine. When her tongue slips inside and caresses mine, I pull her closer until our bodies are melded together. My fingers tangle in her long hair and tilt her head to the side to give me better access.
She tastes of something sweet and coffee, and something pure Coco. I sweep my tongue against hers, and they dance together as if we are made for each other.
She tastes divine and I’m going to devour her.
COCO
Panting, Bodhi pulls away keeping his hands wrapped around my waist. “What was that for?”
“You wouldn’t shut up.” And because I’ve been dying to kiss him for days.
“Is that the only reason?” He stares down at me intently.
“Of course not. If I wasn’t attracted to you, I wouldn’t have kissed you. I would have kicked you in the shin or something.” I run my hand up his firm bicep and cup his now smooth cheek. “I don’t kiss just anyone. Would you like me to do it again?”
His large hands tighten their grip on the sides of my waist pulling me closer. “I’m not good enough for you, Coco, and I never will be.”
“Let me be the judge of that. You see yourself too harshly in this desert sun.”
“The sun hasn’t changed my perspective on myself. I know who I am, and after seeing you for the first time, I want to be a better man. Make my situation better, and I am, but it’s never going to be enough to ever afford to give you this life.” He gestures around the kitchen and outside.
I was nine years old when I met Everett Cartwright and claimed him as my best friend.
I was sixteen years old when I gave him my virginity.
Now, at twenty, the lines of our friendship have blurred as our relationship shifts into something different.
𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧.
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
I wasn’t supposed to fall for my best friend.
He wasn’t supposed to fall for me.
And when we finally confessed our feelings, he wasn’t supposed to have a girlfriend.
𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮.
𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙨.
