Redemption (Lions of Locust Falls #1) Read Online Jayda Marx

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Magic, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Lions of Locust Falls Series by Jayda Marx
Advertisement

Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
<<<<19101112132131>35
Advertisement


He was right; I needed Brandon. My soul would never be complete without him. All I could do was apologize and trust Fate. I wasn’t used to talking about my feelings. Hell, I wasn’t used to having feelings, but it was important to be upfront and honest with my mate. I gave a determined nod and spun on my heel, but Hunter grabbed my shoulder and spun me right back to face him.

“Oh, no you don’t; I’m not letting you approach him again without practicing what you’re going to say. You’re my best friend and I can’t let you strike out a third time.” I couldn’t be mad; it was obvious that I needed help, and I was grateful for his offer.

“Right. So, where do we begin?”

*****

Brandon

I peeked out of the crack between my curtains, looking for any sign of the man from the club. Half of me was scared that he would show up at my door, and the other half was scared that he wouldn’t.

He hadn’t left my mind since I pulled out of the parking lot the night before. The whole drive home, a quiet voice nagged at me to turn around and go back to him, but I wrote it off as guilt over hurting his eyes.

But then he visited my dreams. We were back in the club; the only two on the dance floor. I ran my fingers over his hard body and he whispered in my ear, calling me his sweetheart. I woke up in a pool of sweat and took a cold shower, yet I couldn’t rid him of my thoughts.

But why? I knew nothing about him; not even his name. Just that he was gorgeous, hung, and way out of my league. I witnessed him having sex with a man who was one hundred times hotter than I was. And why did that make me jealous? Why was I fantasizing about him? Why did I want to pepper spray him and kiss him at the same time? The man had my nerves wrecked.

Things only got worse when I saw his big body and heard his footsteps coming up my front steps. Why was he here? To get his revenge for the fire eyes? Was it possible that he wanted to see me again? Should I call the police or invite him into my bed?

I gasped when he knocked on my door, and his eyes snapped to mine. My asshole puckered and I jerked the curtains shut, even though I knew I'd been caught.

Silence stretched between us for several long moments before he asked cautiously, "Brandon?"

"How do you know my name?" I asked loudly enough so that he could hear me through the window.

“I asked about you at the club and Rowdy told me. I hope that’s okay.”

My heart pounded. “You asked about me?”

“Yes; I wanted to know how to get this back to you.” I peeked through the curtain again to see him holding up my sketchbook. “You dropped it in the bathroom.”

Oh. While I was pleased he wasn’t here to beat my ass, I was also stupidly upset that he wasn’t there for a more personal reason. "Thank you for returning it."

"Of course." I watched him chew his lip for a moment while wishing I was doing it. Then the man sighed and placed the book on the porch, leaning it against the door. My heart sank when he turned towards the steps, but leapt when he turned to face me again. "I'll go if you want me to, but returning the book isn't the only reason I came here. I was hoping that we could talk."

"Why?" popped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

"Well, the truth is...since I saw you last night, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. You were just so beautiful and I had to see you again."

Well that doesn't make any sense. The only logical explanation was that I looked a lot different to him when he was intoxicated. I'd heard around campus that beer goggles were a real problem.

"I think you'll be disappointed now that you're sober."

"I'm positive that's not true."

I wanted to believe him, but I braced myself for disappointment when I stepped over to the door and slowly opened it. I gulped as I inspected his body; he was twice as thick as I was and about six inches taller. His caramel skin was flawless, and his scruffy cheeks gave him an extra manly edge.

"Do I look how you remember?" I asked around the lump of nerves in my throat.

"No." My heart cracked until a slow smile crossed his lips and he added, "You're even more beautiful." Well, damn. He extended his hand and offered, "I'm Talon."

"Talon," I repeated as I slipped my hand into his. "I love your name." It was rugged and masculine, and suited him perfectly.



<<<<19101112132131>35

Advertisement