Author: Hayley Faiman
Series: Unfit Hero #3
Release Date: November 22, 2019
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Addict. Drunk. Selfish. Gifted.
Titles define me.
Titles bring people to me. Good, bad, and ugly.
I’ve never thought much about titles. They have always been part of me.
Frigid. Introvert. Loner. Bookworm.
Titles were given to me.
Titles that have staying power.
They have always been there, in the back of my mind, screaming at me--making me miserable.
Titles describe us to the outside world.
I am invisible.
They think they know me.
Series: Unfit Hero #2
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Ellie McLove
Author: Hayley Faiman
Release Date: June 28, 2019
“How am I going to function without you, now that I have you?” he asks softly.
I hum, leaning forward and touching my lips to his. “Sixteen weeks is a long time, but I’ll be here when you’re finished. When you’re ready to come home and relax.”
His hand moves to my cheek, his warm palm cups me as his eyes search mine. “If I could get away with bringing you for the entire time, if you would close up shop, I’d pay all your bills for four months and I’d keep you at my side,” he rasps.
“You need to do this on your own, for you, for your health.”
“I do,” he agrees with a nod. “As long as you come to visit me. I’ll leave you my current itinerary, you circle the dates you and Laurie want to come and I’ll take care of everything else.”
I bite my bottom lip, trying to shake my head, but he doesn’t let me. His thumb pulls my lip from between my teeth and he grins.
“It’s too much,” I whisper.
His grin widens to a breathtaking smile. “For you? Never. I want you there.”
“Wrote two songs with you sleepin’ in another room, you’re my woman and my muse. Need you with me, Hutton.”
“Need?” I ask, arching a brow.
“Want. Need. Crave. Desire. Demand. Whatever you want to call it. All I know is that the world looks a little brighter and makes a bit more sense when I’m with you.” He leans forward, his mouth brushing against mine, but he doesn’t take it away. “And when I’m inside of you, fuckin’ bliss, darlin’ girl.”
“Beaumont,” I breathe, unable to say anything else.
Guilty. ExCon. Felon. Prisoner. Criminal.
Words that now represent me.
Words that keep any decent person away from me.
I never gave much thought to words before now.
Slut. Hussy. Whore. Homewrecker. Jezebel.
Words that now reflect me.
Words that will stay indefinitely.
The evidence of those words grow inside of me.
Those Words make the entire town assume they are vindicated to use them.
I am wrong.
They are right.
Defeated. Coward. Gutless. Weak.
Perceptions define the man that I have become on the inside.
The world may not see me this way, but this is who I am.
Sullied. Contaminated. Worthless. Masked.
The way I perceive myself affects every aspect of my life.
The world may see a perfectly clean person, but on the inside, I am nothing but dirty and scarred.
The world sees us one way.
We see ourselves another.
Perceptions are what we’ve given ourselves.
Perceptions of what we think we deserve.