Once with him was never enough.
I am the girl you dislike. The girl you snub at parties. I am the one who flirts with men and knows no boundaries. I am the one you whisper about. The one who has no rules. I am the one who takes and uses without any regret or excuses.
On the outside I am perfect. I have money, looks, and a personality that makes people stand up and take notice, but on the inside I am broken and hurting.
Then I met Cash Marshall.
He wasn’t what I needed, but I wanted him anyway. It was Cash’s carved, muscular body I thought about. It was his cool, confident touch I craved. I swore he would only be a one-night stand, another distraction to take away the pain.
But then our world changed.
Our story is not about love. Love is pretty and sweet and full of niceties. Those no longer exist. Our story is about finding each other again in a world gone crazy. It’s about surviving the impossible when war ravaged our land. It’s about saving each other from the darkness and finding out just how strong we could be.
And maybe, just maybe, along the way, we’ll find love…
Once and for all.
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Review
I have to admit that I really didn’t like Cat at the beginning…her way of coping with the loss and pain makes complete sense to me, and I also understand that she doesn’t want to feel but boy did her actions rub me the wrong way. It may be because I already know the type of man Cash is and the way he protects, but it definitely took me a bit to warm up to Cat.
At first, I didn’t think I would like the big time gap between the two parts of the story, but as everything was explained and played out, it was made clear how much effort went into traveling even short distances, so it would definitely take time to get places.
Cash Marshall is a real life cowboy through and through, and even though he can tell that Cat Phillips is nothing like him, he’s drawn to her for some reason and wants to find a way to get through her wall regardless of how impenetrable she makes it. They share a few steamy encounters, but that’s all that Cat can give him because of her damaged heart and the guilt that won’t allow it…but more than that…the darkness that reigns down on the United States – the devastation that separates them and forces both Cash and Cat to fight and survive in ways that they never imagined makes what they’re dealing with on a personal level seem irrelevant, even though they’re never far from each other’s minds.
Catarina “Cat” Phillips is not a character every reader will love, maybe even like; she’s a bitch, and she uses men and alcohol so that she doesn’t have to face her issues. Cat does grow as a character, but, in a way, she’s forced to because of what she’s faced with at the hands of death and destruction. Would it have happened without an apocalypse ensuing, probably not, but that doesn’t mean her newfound understanding and growth isn’t real.
Cash and Cat’s story isn’t over at the end of Promise Me Once, but it stops in a place that makes sense and won’t leave readers too upset. It’s too soon to tell where Cash and Cat are headed as a couple or how the situation that surrounds them will play out given the chaos that still ensconces them. Their struggles are still their reality and the lurking dangers still threaten them.
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I licked my dry lips. “In me.”
With one hard thrust, he impaled himself into me.
I cried out, throwing my head back. Oh, Jesus. He was big and wide… Oh, god. His cock was so long and thick that I felt torn in half. There was pain and there was pleasure. I knew what we were doing might have repercussions I may not be able to handle later, but I didn’t give a damn. He felt good inside me.
He withdrew then thrust back into me hard. So fucking hard. It made me moan and whimper, hating the exquisite torture but suddenly addicted to it.
My body clutched his as it pounded in and out of it. I cried out as he moved faster, biting my lip until I tasted blood.
His hand snapped out and grabbed the back of my neck, yanking my mouth to his and silencing my cries. He started plunging into me, going harder and deeper. Picking up speed and destroying my pussy.
I whimpered and gasped, holding onto him for dear life. He held me tightly, controlling my body and taking what he demanded. His hips jerked against me, driving his hardness into me roughly. He wasted no time and he wasn’t gentle. That cowboy was gone. The man that was fucking me was brutal, passionate, and fierce.
And, god, he was killing me.
As if he could read my mind, he suddenly slowed down. He tore his mouth from mine, sliding his cock into me. “Open your eyes.”
I did, slowly lifting my eyelids. What I saw was the mirror behind him – the one on the opposite wall. I saw him between my legs, his jeans around his hips as he moved in and out of me.
“You see us, sweetheart?” he asked, pulling out then sinking deep inside.
I nodded, unable to talk. Unable to think straight.
“Good. Keep your eyes open. I want you to remember who’s in you. Someone like me.”
He slammed into me again, picking up speed. He took possession of my mouth once more. His kiss was hard and fast, matching his cock thrusting in and out me. He held me tight and drove into me faster and faster like he couldn’t get enough.
I gasped against his mouth and rocked against his body, feeling the ecstasy build in me. He pumped harder and harder, sensing I was almost there. My orgasm built. When it hit me, I screamed.
Cash swallowed the sound with his mouth, owning it and damn well taking it. His hands dropped down to my hips, holding them steady as he raced for the finish line too.
His fingers dug into my skin as he slammed into me. Once. Twice. “Oh, fuck!” He growled against my mouth and thrust deep, going suddenly still.
We stayed that way forever – him between my legs and his dick buried deep inside me. We breathed hard. Every inch of me pulsated, each nerve ending awake.
Slowly, I became conscious of the coldness of the granite counter under my bottom and the muted sounds of the restaurant in the distance. I saw his backside nestled between my legs in the mirror. A stranger’s ass between my thighs. It was a harsh wakeup call. One I didn’t want to face.
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“He was my darkness and I was his light.
We couldn’t exist without each other.”
For me, life was simple. I went to school and studied. I spent time with my friends and stayed out of trouble. I didn’t drink or swear and I only dated gentlemen. I was the typical good girl with a bright future. My world seemed perfect.
But that was about to change.
Ryder Delaney was the one imperfection in my life. He was the bad boy, the black sheep, the one your mother always warned you about. He had only one hard-and-fast rule – Don’t fall in love.
But some rules were meant to be broken.
We were best friends, inseparable since childhood despite our differences. I knew the real man hiding behind the tattoos and bad attitude. He knew all my secrets and dreams. But he didn’t know there was one thing I wanted and couldn’t have…him.
But sometimes Fate has a way of intervening. Soon our world collapsed. War erupted. Darkness prevailed. Alone and on the run, our only goal was to survive and to ignore the feelings we had for each other. But love is powerful…
and so is the darkness.
The epic conclusion of New York Times bestselling book Promise Me Darkness.
“I’m darkness, Maddie. Stay away from men like me. You’ll only get hurt.”
At one time my life was simple. Easy. But that was before the war. Now I was no longer an average college student. I was a survivor. A woman living in a ravaged world. My future was not bright and my life was far from perfect. The war had taken so much from me… but it wasn’t finished yet. It wanted more.
It wanted my heart. My soul. The one person I couldn’t live without.
It wanted Ryder Delaney. My best friend. The bad boy. The one person who could fight like no other and love me like no one else. He was the father of my baby. I watched him walk away one hot summer day and I prayed he would return. I needed him like I needed air to breathe and water to drink. Without him I was lost. A light without her darkness.
Until he returns, I’ll wait for him. And I believe he will return because love is powerful…
And so is the light calling him home.
Paige Weaver is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. Many hours of her childhood were spent getting lost between the pages of a book, disappearing into other worlds. That turned into a love for writing at a young age. She lives in Texas with her husband and two children.
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