Bøger af Julie Bailes

***Contains BDSM material. Intended for mature audience. Not for the easily offended.*** The daughter of a house wife whore, and a screw-all-his-clients attorney, I learned early on that trust can't be given and love doesn't truly exist. Sure, maybe it exists in fairytales, but this is real life and it's ugly. Love, lust, anger, and joy, emotions, in general, are for the weak and I don't do them. I'm a hell-on-heels heartbreaker who can't be tamed, or so I thought. This dominating, possessive, and sinfully sexy piece of man storms into my life and his only mission is to break me down like a house of cards caught in the middle of a windstorm. Ryder is shaking my world, flipping it upside down, and stirring my emotions like a hurricane. I'm feeling things I've never felt before and doing things I normally don't do. His touch, his presence, they leave me drunk on sin and thirsty for more. This man, Ryder, he's the type of man who once you've met, there's no forgetting him. He's the antidote that gets me by. We have a fatal attraction, and nothing good can come from it. All good things must come to an end, and it's only a matter of time before we discover if what we're sharing is a blessing or curse.

***Mature Audience Only 18+*** Allie Anderson has encountered more heartache than any one person deserves. She's lost her father to cancer, her brother to war, and the love of her life -Wyatt - took her most prized possession and vanished without a trace. She's left crushed and heart-broken. Blake, Allie's best friend, is everything she needs; he'd give her the moon if she asked for it, but there's one problem - he wants Allie entirely. How can Allie give herself to anyone when she's not sure there's enough left of her heart to give away? Allie's life begins to fall into place. Her heart begins to heal. Being happy is no longer a foreign emotion. That is until the man who broke her years ago returns, shattering her fragile heart all over again. Allie soon discovers that hearts are like broken glass; you can put it back together again, but it will never be the same.

Fight. It's an action some encourage and others dissuade. Since the day I was born, fighting has been instilled into my mind. Regardless of your opinion, it's something we all do. At some point in time, consciously or subconsciously-either emotionally, physically, or spiritually-we struggle. Many will strive to withstand their battles, but only those who were born to fight will overcome them. A true fighter lacks weakness. They abstain from carelessness and refrain from trusting their opponents, but most importantly, they never accept defeat. I am a true born fighter. Each second of every day, I fight. Rip the ones I love most away from me, I kill. If I've learned anything from this life, it's to always expect the unexpected. As long as my heart continues to beat, and no matter the costs, I will be victorious.

My mind was made up and my decision had been made, but fate felt the need to rear her ugly head and demand control. Fate is guaranteed, not to be reckoned with, and she won't be defeated. You see, she's the author to our stories that have already been written; there's no editing them. Try as you might, but all you'll do is piss her off. When you fuck with fate's masterpiece, tragedy strikes, death occurs, and hearts get shattered. I've never been one to follow the rules. So instead, I stood with arms wide open and I challenged her. I knew the possibilities of her kicking my ass were high, but I refused to back down. I invited all the heat she packed, and quickly learned my lesson... You don't fuck with her.

Walking away from her was the hardest decision I ever made. Leaving her without an explanation broke us both. Our hearts have been left shattered. I could make excuses. I could lay the blame on others, but still I made the decision. I had to. It was the only way to protect the both of them.After all of Allie's loss, my thought was only on her and her happiness. I was replaceable, her brother wasn't. I wouldn't allow him to crush her heart with his death. I'd throw myself on top of bombs, in front of bullets, whatever it took to get him home to her, alive. I left her, yeah. But there are two sides to every story, and you've only heard one. Don't be so quick to judge. I hate myself for what I've done. But all that I did, it was all for Allie.Mature Audience Only

Fight. It's an action some encourage and others dissuade. Since the day I was born, fighting has been instilled into my mind; fight for what I believe in, never throw the first punch, just the last. Consciously or subconsciously-either physically, emotionally or spiritually-we fight. Each of us, at some point in time, struggle. Many strive to withstand their battles, but only those who were born to fight will overcome them. True fighters lack weakness. They abstain from carelessness, refrain from trusting their opponents, but most importantly, they never accept defeat. Every second, minute, hour and day, I will fight. We all fight for various reasons. My reasons? Life and love. Both are precious, often taken for granted, and can rip our hearts out in the matter of seconds. If I've learned anything from this life, it's to always expect the unexpected.

My mind was made up and my decision had been made, but fate felt the need to rear her ugly head and demand control. Who am I to fight her? After all, she's the author to my story, guaranteed, and not to be reckoned with. Fate won't be defeated. Try as you might, but beware... When you try to edit Fate's masterpiece, tragedy strikes, death occurs, and hearts get shattered beyond mending. Mature Audience OnlyMust read Shaken series books in order.

If someone asked me to describe myself using only one word, I'd tell them damaged. I'm completely broken, irreparable. On the outside I appear beautiful and bright, but on the inside, my soul is black and empty. I haven't always been this fragile, scared, and heartbroken woman. Nope, I had the life my peers envied; happily married parents, captain of the volleyball team, and a dangerously sexy and loving boyfriend. Then, faster than I could blink, my life went to hell. Cancer struck, the sting of death pierced my heart, and the one person I needed most left me. Wyatt shattered my heart into a million pieces when he disappeared. Little did he know, it wasn't just me he walked away from.My happiness was obliterated. Until him.Unlike Wyatt, Blake treasures my heart. He thinks he can fix me, but I know differently. How can you put something together without all its pieces? You can't. When Wyatt left, he took most of my heart away with him. And even if hadn't, it wouldn't matter. Hearts are like broken glass; you can put it back together again, but it will never be the same. I will never be the same. Mature audience only