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Unwell (Crazy Love Book 1)

Evan is a sexy firefighter who will do anything to get what he wants, and he wants Azley. Sweet with his words, yet dirty and domineering in the bedroom, he's everything she ever wanted in a man, but he's a little too late.

Azley is killing the single mom game. She has potty breaks and game time down to a science. All she needs to ease her bruised and broken heart is her son, and her support system.

She wants to live for the moment, determined to prove you can live life without love. He wants to give her forever, determined to show her a life filled with love is worth living. Can Evan break through Azley's armor and mend her tattered soul, or has she truly become bulletproof?

A second chance at love. A second chance at life. Would you fight for them, or let them go?

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Excerpt

“Come home with me.”

“I can’t. I have a sort of boyfriend.”

“What do you mean sort of?” He looks at me, brows scrunched up in confusion.

I shrug a shoulder and reply, “There's no commitment. We just exclusively fuck each other.”

“Break up with him.”

He’s so blunt with his statement, I’m stunned for a moment before I can respond. “Now why would I want to do that? I have a perfect non-relationship going. It's hassle free and I don't have to worry about all the mushy shit that goes along with being romanced.”

“Because, if you're going to exclusively fuck someone, it should be with someone who knows how to fuck you properly.”

“Wow, again with the bluntness. What makes you think he doesn't fuck me properly?” I put my hands on my hips, feeling affronted. No way will I admit I’m not being properly fucked. It’s a sad situation I’d rather keep to myself.

“Because, if you're going to exclusively fuck someone, it should be with someone who knows how to fuck you properly.”

“Wow, again with the bluntness. What makes you think he doesn't fuck me properly?” I put my hands on my hips, feeling affronted. No way will I admit I’m not being properly fucked. It’s a sad situation I’d rather keep to myself.

“Because if he was, you wouldn't be standing in front of me right now, wishing I would slam you up against a wall and give you the proper fucking you need.” He eyes me up and down, that slow perusal from head to toe he had done earlier. It takes all my strength to not squeeze my thighs together from the lust in those gorgeous eyes of his.

“Oh wow! That ego of yours is impressive. Well, you know what they say about big egos, right?”

“No, what do they say?”

I wave my right hand around his head, “Big ego,” and then motion towards his dick, “little, you know...”

“Little what?” His voice deepens, as though he’s offended, but I can see amusement dancing in his eyes.

I lean in as if telling a secret and whisper, “Dick.”

He throws his head back in laughter before meeting my eyes with a lascivious grin. “Sugar, trust me, the only thing on me that’s big is my dick.”

I glance over Evan ’s shoulder and my laughter quickly dies. “That asshole,” I whisper heatedly.

Evan looks back to see who I’m looking at. “What’s going on?”

“Oh nothing, just my exclusive fuck kissing another woman.” I push passed Evan and make my way over to where Brad is standing with his arms around a beautiful brunette.

“Hi, Brad, fancy seeing you here!” I exclaim before turning towards the girl. “Hi, I’m Azley, and you are?”

The woman looks confused for a moment as Brad mutters unintelligibly and I give her my brightest, fake smile. “I’m Jaqueline, Brad’s fiancée, he just proposed to me tonight! We’re here celebrating. How do you know Brad?”

“Ohhhh, I’ve just been fucking him every other Saturday for the past three months. Nice to finally meet you Jack. That is what you go by, right?” I say in the sweetest voice I can muster. I turn to Brad, giving him a couple hard taps on the cheek before turning and walking away. I hold my head up high, shoulders square, as I listen to Brad scream out bitch towards my back. Serves the cheating bastard right to be outed like that.