Pretend I'm Yours

Heartbroken, destroyed, and on the edge of despair. Thats how I felt for two years after my wife died, leaving me all alone with our baby. I sucked it up and kept going for my little girl but I wasnt living. I was only existing. Then I met Larkin, my gorgeous blonde neighbor. Shes got curves that my hands ache to hold, and toffee-colored eyes that beg me to do unspeakable things to her. I dont want to want her. I dont want to look at her, and I definitely dont want to long for her. I want to avoid her. Except I cant. Everywhere I go, everything I do, I am brought back to Larkin. And when we finally cave, falling into bed together... Its f**king explosive and passionate and deep. It feels as essential as breathing. Im starting to fall in love with Larkin but it was never supposed to turn into this. If I want a future with Larkin, I have to figure out how to let go of the past. And nothing has ever felt so good and hurt so bad.



Jessa James grew up on the East Coast but always suffered a severe case of wanderlust. Shes lived in six states, had a variety of jobs and always comes back to her first true love writing. Jessa works full time as a writer, eats too much dark chocolate, has an iced-coffee and Cheetos addiction, and cant get enough of sexy alpha males who know exactly what they want and arent afraid to say it. Dominant, alpha-male insta-luv is her favorite to read (and write).