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aren’t meant to fall in love with each other… From the time I was
five, Jesse Collins was my world. He was my partner in crime. My best friend.
inseparable. Soul mates. Forever hearts. But all that changed when he took on a
new role. Lover.
He told me to
trust. To have faith. To believe in our love.
And I did.
But we all eat lies
when the heart is hungry. And mine was damn hungry for Jesse Collins. I
couldn’t stop myself from falling for him, even if I wanted to.
This is our story.
The good. The bad. The heartbreaking.
But in the end,
will the thread that binds us together be strong enough to weather the storm?
I used to think so,
but now I’m not quite as sure… Forever Hearts is a
friends to lovers new adult romance. If you like sexy and sweet, hot and
handsome, mixed with a whole lot of spice, then you’ll love this steamy romance
by best-selling author CJ Martín.
two glasses of wine. My eyes find Jesse’s as Liza uncorks the first bottle. His
eyes communicate everything I need to know: I got you. You’re safe. Have fun
with your friend.
happen to me, I let myself indulge a little more than I should. And by the time
we’ve opened the second bottle, I’m feeling downright giddy.
attention and occasionally commenting on or laughing at something silly we say.
But then the conversation turns to sex. I’m not even sure how—well, that’s not
true—I know exactly how this conversation started: Liza.
to doing the deed, a trait that has earned her the reputation of slut, but
those close to her know the truth. She’s fairly conservative in bed, and has
had fewer partners than most.
chips. “All I’m saying is that if they made wax replicas of Chris Hemsworth’s
penis, you’d buy one.”
direction. My eyes plead with him to jump in and end the conversation, but his
head is bent in concentration over his phone.
their next hookup. He’s probably going to fuck her after he leaves tonight.
do I give a shit about who Jesse hooks up with?
a bestseller. Certainly better than the Jack Rabbit you have.”
preferred to use my vibrator, because it was quicker and more efficient than
any of the men I’d been with. It was silly girl talk, and I never imagined that
she’d share something so private.
me with sudden interest. “It’s not like he doesn’t jerk off.” She shrugs again.
“We all do it. It’s biology.”
table―“weren’t you the one who said…”
than I’ve ever heard before. “I want to hear this.” He pins Liza with his gaze.
“What did Ry say?”
wicked. “That she has more fun with herself than she ever has with any man.”
than a summer-ripe tomato. It’s like I have a motherfucking third-degree
hear the soft whisper of his words. “Holy shit.”
How do I get myself into these situations? Yes, Liza is my best girl
friend and Jesse is, well, my best, everything, but there are just some
things that shouldn’t be discussed. Masturbating habits or otherwise included.
topic, but my mortification doesn’t subside. The heaviness of Jesse’s stare
weighs on me all night, and every now and again, in a moment of bravery, I
sneak a glance his way. His blue eyes are round and dark, pupils dilated, lips
parted in the most enticing way, and for a crazy moment I imagine those full
lips on mine, on my breasts, on my belly, on my…. What. The. Fuck.
chuckle at the appropriate scenes, nod my head in agreement whenever Liza says
something that demands a response, but truthfully, I’m freaking the fuck out.
My mind is reeling, wondering if I read the heat in Jesse’s eyes correctly, and
if so, why the hell did I like it so much?
Pennsylvania with her wonderful husband and her adorable (sometimes
infuriating) dog, Albert. She is an avid reader and has been known to spend her
days ignoring her responsibilities while engrossed in a good book. She enjoys
traveling and yoga.
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