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Blackwood Series - Book 3

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Book 1 of 2 in Forever Yours Duet

Finally, freedom!
I, Valerie Blackwood, have the freedom to live my life the way I want.

No parents. No bodyguard.
Nobody to tell me what to do and when to do it.
Well, almost nobody.
My overprotective brother is still around to rain on my parade.
But I can handle him.

After making the move from New York City to Los Angeles,
I’m determined to succeed at making a name for myself—without using the wealth and connections of my family.

And nothing is getting in my way... except, maybe the most
infuriating and sexiest man I’ve ever met.

He’s everything my brother has always warned me against.
But I can’t help being drawn to him.
Something about the brooding bad boy has me going back for more.

A Reason To Leave is Book 3 of the Blackwood Series and the first book of the Forever Yours Duet. This book ends in a cliffhanger.

TROPES: Rock Star, Rich girl/Poor boy, College (Summer) Romance

Prologue

Liam Stone

I stared at her bruised face as she sat across the table from me looking on edge, void of all emotion, refusing to speak first. As much as I wanted to blame her for my being here, I couldn’t. It was my own fucking fault. Not that I regretted it. I’d do it again. The bastard fucking deserved it. I’d dreamt of doing it for years, and despite landing myself here, it was worth it.

“I’m not bailing you out.” She broke the silence between us, glancing at the handcuffs locked around my wrists.

“I didn’t ask you to,” I sneered.

“Well, just so we’re clear. You’re on your own. You shouldn’t have come back. You should’ve minded your own fucking business.”

Of course. Why would I ever expect her to thank me? Or, I don’t know, defend my actions against her fucking asshole of a husband? She was right. I shouldn’t have shown back up. For some reason, I thought she needed saving. I was fucking stupid for thinking I could do just that. She obviously didn’t want to be saved. And she obviously didn’t want me. She was choosing him. Again.

“When you get out, stay away. Don’t come back. I don’t need you fucking things up for me.”

“Fucking things up for you? I didn’t think that was possible.” I glared at her.

She slid her gaze from me momentarily. “I mean it. Stay. Away.”

A deep hate manifested inside me. I didn’t think it was possible for me to ever hate anyone this much, let alone her. But I was done—done fucking trying to be there for her, trying to help give her a better life. She was on her own. If she ended up dead, I’d no longer feel guilty. I tried. Fuck her and her fucking prick husband.

I leaned my forearms on the table, angling my upper body forward, letting my eyes penetrate hers, the hate and anger radiating off me. She shifted uncomfortably, but her stupid pride kept her from taking her eyes off me.

“Don’t bother ever coming to see me again. You stay out of my fucking life. I’ll stay out of yours,” I promised her. “You’re dead to me.”

She flinched with my words and her face dropped. I had no idea why. I was giving her what she asked for. The hardness returned to her face instantly. I didn’t wait for her response. I turned my head, nodding at the guard that I was ready to return to my cell. I was finished with this conversation. Finished with her.