The first time I saw her, she wore her youth like a designer gown. Tailor made to fit her like a second skin. Her innocence obvious even as her body screamed sin.
Two things that spoke to the bastard lingering inside me.
Young and eager, she served herself up to me, a delectable dessert on a gilded tray. I took from her what only one man would ever get to have, and then when it was time, I walked away.
I tried to tell you, I’m the villain of her story.
But now she’s here, broken by a past I had nothing to do with and damned to a future with a man she doesn’t love. Her family sees her as nothing more than a pawn.
She wants more. And I’m the only one that can give it to her.
Don’t waste your sympathy on him. He’ll get over it. As my brother he should have known, I don’t share well with others.
What? I warned you—I’m not the hero here.
But I am the man she needs.
Savannah Sloan was born in the Pacific Northwest, but gave up beautiful beaches, snowcapped mountains, and Seattle Mariners games to move to the Midwest for a guy.
A tall and tattooed Marine to be specific. You can’t fault her for that.
She is now a mother of four, a disobedient housewife, and a lover of happy endings.
No wait—that’s something else—Happily ever afters… she fully believes in them. However, she’s not opposed to the aforementioned.
In her overabundance of free time, Savannah loves writing about dark, brooding, morally gray men and the strong women who always fall for them.
You can find her on most social media platforms… she’s just not the best at updating them.