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336 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 15, 2020
Derived from the Old High German Geretrudis, a compound name composed of the elements ger (spear) and trut (maiden, dear) or þruþ (strength). The name Gertrude was introduced to England in the Middle Ages by German immigrants.
tropes: H obsessed with h, age-gap (h is 24, H is 39), captor-captive (very, very very very mild), mafia (but even that is a stretch lol)
She's my match. The yang to my yin. The light to my darkness. She's what I didn't know I'd been missing all these years: a soft place to fall.
I'm not a wilting flower, or a weakling, or a damn damsel in distress. I'm the daughter of an iron-willed Southern woman who turns grown men into frightened children when she gets angry. I've got her fire in my veins, her pride and self-respect, and I won't be carted off like a bag of groceries and turned to mindless mush by a bossy Irish mobster, no matter how much I like the way he kisses. I push Liam away and slap him across the face.
After a moment, he says, "Just for clarity's sake, I'm not in the mafia." His voice drops an octave. "I am the mafia."
As I'm storming out of the bedroom, Liam calls after me, "What do you want for breakfast?"
"Your head on a platter!"
"You're wasting time with all this unnecessary outrage. Let's move on to something more important: how long are you going to be mad at me? My dick is aching for you, and I need to hear you scream my name again. Like within the next five minutes."
"Get used to disappointment."
He raised his head and stares deep into my eyes. "You could never disappoint me. Even if you don't let me touch you again for the next month, it will still be the best month of my life, because we'll be spending it together."
Don’t mistake me for something I’m not, Tru.”
“Like what?”
“A good man.”
I don’t know what kind of women you’re used to, but my mother didn’t raise a worker bee. She raised a queen.” I stare at him without smiling. “And I don’t give away the honey for free.”
My wolf. My deadly protector, dark knight in Armani armor ripping to shreds those who dare to harm me.
Good guy who does bad things…or bad guy who does good things?
She’s my match. The yang to my yin. The light to my darkness. She’s what I didn’t know I’d been missing all these years: a soft place to fall.
Goddamn bossy men. I should start a women’s group for survivors of alpha males. There are probably millions of us worldwide, nursing bruised hopes, hearts, and uteruses.