How had I let myself get so deep so quickly that it could hurt this much?
I couldn’t have a real relationship with Patrick’s father, and if I tried for the few weeks I had left, I’d just end up falling all the way and get my heart broken. I didn’t want to hurt that way, and I was already terrified that if I let myself fall a little for Colin, I’d fall all the way. It wasn’t worth it. Was it?
But what would it be like to truly feel something for the man I was with?
I’d been nice. She was young and still innocent, and I’d done my level best not to push too hard too fast. I’d been patient. Again and again I’d let her back down, even when I saw the need which was consuming me mirrored in those incredible golden eyes. But when she came to my house and begged me, well, how much can a man take? I’d warned her.
Now I was going to make her mine, just as I’d promised.
21,000 words (approximately 84 pages). The next installment will be out in the second half of August.
Trigger warning: If you don’t like serials written in installments with cliffhanger endings and explicit sex, go find your safe space. Or you can just wait until I’ve finished all four parts and I publish them all as a single book in a couple of months.
Kelli Wolfe 
Just finished reading part 2. Love it.
Can’t wait for part 3!!!!
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We’re wrapping up the edits on it this weekend. It should go in tomorrow night or early Monday.
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Hi Kelli, I don’t know why I’m thinking you may pay attention to someone who’s nobody. But all of your books hint at a lot of things I missed. I’m a closet cross dresser who is going through all the battles your books talk about. If I could just believe and accept and know I’m accepted somehow I’d like to think I could be good writer worthy of a name…. Alone but grasping for air…. One….
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Hi, Cheyenne. You are what you are,, you feel what you feel. What’s important is who you are as a person. Beyond that it doesn’t matter, because regardless of what you are there are going to be people who try to tear you down for it. But you’re not living your life for them – it’s for you and you have to do what makes you happy. If you want to be Cheyenne the Writer then go for it. I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was in the 3rd grade, but I gave up on writing after high school because I didn’t think I was good enough. Now 40 years later I’m one of the lucky people doing it. as my day job because I finally decided I wanted it badly enough. And if you write good books, your readers won’t care if you’re a cross dresser or a small, furry creature from Alpha Centauri. They’ll just appreciate you for writing books that they love. 🙂
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