Bøger af E S Carter

I am drowning in darkness. My limbs submerged in inky tar, my lungs asphyxiated by the stench of death's hold. My eyes see nothing but black. Yet I see him. And I am not scared. I should be. Don't look into my eyes, for my demons will eat you alive. My devil inside will feast on your soft flesh. His jagged teeth will tear the meat from your bones and drink the light from your soul. His scars will turn the innocent into sinful and drag you into his dark pit of hell. No light lives within this disfigured shell. I am a vessel for pain. Giving and receiving. It feeds me. It nourishes me. It holds me close like the arms of a lover and whispers to me in the twilight. They say the devil was once an angel. There is no angel inside me. I do not seek repentance nor forgiveness. I do not crave things as weak as love. My desire for her is purely selfish and once my appetite is sated she will be unlucky to leave with her life. When she looks into my eyes, my demons will eat her alive. *Book #2 of 'The Red Order' series. Can be read as a standalone, but to understand the full storyline consider beginning the journey with Feyness*

I'm sorry for your loss. Why do people say that? When someone you love is taken from you, when a part of you dies along with them, you haven't lost them like you would your car keys or mobile phone. They aren't stuck down the side of the sofa or left in the ignition of your car for you to find later. You haven't absentmindedly put them somewhere and forgotten. You will never lose them because they live in you. The soul crushing hurt that burns your lungs with every breath you take comes from knowing where they are and not being with them. The ugly and real definition of grief is being left behind. I'm sorry they left you. I'm sorry you are alone. I'm sorry it hurts to breathe. Loss; it doesn't even compare. She was my first love. She is my last love. I am an empty husk who pretends to be filled with enough love for those of us she left behind. Our little girl and newborn son need me. I am both mother and father now. I am hollow and empty. I am a shell. So why does the girl with the face of an angel and eyes that mirror my emptiness, look at me like I'm her everything? *Book #6 in the 'Love by Numbers' series. Can be read as a standalone.*

One click. One perfect frame. That's all it takes to capture an eternal moment; although most people let them pass by without acknowledgement. I don't waste any. Not a single one. If I see something of beauty, I want to experience it, feel it and immortalise it. If I see someone of beauty, I want to taste them, worship them and memorise them. I don't have a type, if I like you, I like you. I don't have a preference. My bisexuality is a gift, not a defect. It's the freedom to see beyond gender. One blink. One touch. One night. Life is filled with so many ones. One chance to get things right. One life to live as you choose. One decision that gives you acceptance. One person to fill the emptiness. Just one? Nah, like I said, life is full of ones. My camera lets me focus on the good times; I develop from life's negatives, and if things don't work out, I just take another shot. Who needs just one? Book #5 in the 'Love by Numbers' series. Can be read as a stand alone.

I am a son. I am a brother. I am an artist. I am a student. I am her student. She was my first. First infatuation, first 'real' kiss, first love, first..... heartbreak. I gave her everything, including my body and would have given her more. I gave her 'I love you' ....she told me her heart was filled by another, there was no room left for me. We could never be. What we did was wrong. It didn't feel wrong to me. The deepest hurt is a love that you cannot have. It will last the longest, cut the deepest and feel the strongest. It is an imperfect love; a disfigured circle that never ends. You cannot control it; it's as simple as blinking and just like blinking the more you try to stop it, the more the pain consumes you. This is book 3 in 'The Love by Numbers' series. Although it contains characters from the previous books, it can be read as a standalone.

Faith is for the foolish.Love is for the weak.Hope is for those with dreams.I am faithless.I am not weak.I am your every nightmare.I want. I take.You refuse. I take.You beg. I smile.You weep. I laugh.You deny.You die.Life is simple when you're faithless.Until the man who rewrites the rules, and the girl who is determined to break every one of them set their sights on me.They want. They take.I beg. They smile.They deny.Who dies?*Book #3 of 'The Red Order' series. Can be read as a standalone, but to understand the full storyline consider beginning the journey with Feyness*Faith is but a mask. Sin is what lies beneath.

Ellis Lo sento. Ancora prima di posare gli occhi su di lui, lo percepisco. L'aria nella stanza sembra carica, la consapevolezza della sua presenza è aumentata, ma è un estraneo per me. Sconosciuto, eppure familiare. Sconosciuto, eppure noto. E qualcosa dentro di me dice: Ciao, ti stavo aspettando. Macsen Lo vedo. L'ho visto centinaia di volte prima e so che questa non sarà l'ultima, ma ogni volta che accade, lo sento. Quel legame invisibile. Ricordo ogni cosa. Mi ricordo di lui. I suoi occhi si fissano sui miei e poi si spostano troppo in fretta. Non sono niente più che uno sconosciuto, un'altra faccia nella folla. Mentre lui è l'incontro più bello e l'addio più difficile.

One becomes two. Two become one. Should love be easy? Because, after all, love is love. I once thought I didn’t have a type.Man or woman, I didn’t have a preference. If I liked you, I liked you. I was wrong.I have a preference—a strong one. His name is Flynn. Flynn Phillips. Life is no longer full of ones but full of firsts.Can I make Flynn my last? Can one become two... forever? Book #7 in the 'Love by Numbers' series.The continuation of Iz & Flynn's story from One (Book #5 in the series).Not a standalone.

Faith is for the foolish.Love is for the weak.Hope is for those with dreams.I am faithless.I am not weak.I am your every nightmare.I want. I take.You refuse. I take.You beg. I smile.You weep. I laugh.You deny.You die.Life is simple when you're faithless.Until the man who rewrites the rules, and the girl who is determined to break every one of them set their sights on me.They want. They take.I beg. They smile.They deny.Who dies?*Book #3 of 'The Red Order' series. Can be read as a standalone, but to understand the full storyline consider beginning the journey with Feyness*Faith is but a mask. Sin is what lies beneath.