Bøker av Lola Mac Harlow

Precious Meaning: Something rare, of great value, not to be wasted or treated carelessly. Greatly loved and treasured by someone. That's what he called me. It took a while for me to understand why. It took even longer to accept it. See, I'd had reasons why... 1. For a long time, I'd lived with a crippling fear of the day I'd have to explain to Otto the only reason I'd become his mother was that I'd taken Mia's life. Never mind that as much as I'd been behind the wheel that fateful day, it was the drunken motorcycle driver's irresponsibility that caused us to have the head-on collision.2. With my penchant of armor in Victoria's Secret layer underneath my clothes, I'd never really been the girl who felt she could embrace being wanted by any man, let alone one such as Nikaiah Greene. But his green eyes, kiss-me-breathless lips, and his alpha you're-mine-you-just-haven't accepted-it-yet-persona blew all my perceptions under the water.3. I'd been raised to believe I had dark in me. Dark so vile my heart stopped feeling and just did the basic duty of beating.To be fair, that had also had a lot to do with the fact that I was raising my baby boy who would forever link me to his biological father who'd been more than happy to watch his brother take me by force. A memory I'd lived with since the age of fourteen. But just when you think time will heal everything, love swoops in and proves that when time fails to heal your wounds, you shouldn't run in the other direction. You shouldn't fight it...You should run to it and let it heal you... ... even if his blast from the park suddenly shows up, tainting your peace.

Precious Meaning: Something rare, of great value; not to be wasted or treated carelessly. Greatly loved and treasured by someone. That's what he called me. The thing is, I didn't feel precious. I wasn't precious. And these were the reasons why... 1. I lived with a constant fear of the day I'd have to explain to my baby boy the only reason I'd become his mother was that I'd taken someone's life.2. Although I made sure I supported Victoria and her secrets on a daily basis, because you know, at no point does a girl want to be run over by car not wearing matching undies; I was not a girl open to embracing the attraction his green eyes, kiss-me-breathless lips and his alpha you're-mine-you-just-haven't accepted-it-yet-persona emitted in me.3. Love and relationships were not for me. Not for the girl whose heart stopped feeling and just did the basic duty of beating behind her breastbone. That tended to happen when your son's biologically father watched his brother take you by force. So then, what do you do when love is ready for you? Do you run in the other direction?Do you fight it?Or do you run to it and let it heal you?

Butterfly Meaning: A graceful, angelic creature that is often described as magic-like as it gently dances in the air, but is often hard to catch. It often cannot see its own wings, missing its won beauty. It goes where it pleases and pleases where it goes. That's what he called me. My world was drenched in color, but I used to see none of the beauty he saw in me. And these had been my reasons... 1. Deep inside my heart used to be a darkness borne of a suppressed memory of seeing my mom take her last breath.2. I used to live with the ache of knowing my baby girl never took her first breath.3. At some point in life, I'd stopped yearning for love and learned to only give myself physically. That was, until I met Chaos who showed me what beauty awaits you when you finally stop being scared, open up your heart and spread your wings and fly. But what happens when you lose your light while you're soaring amid the highest of clouds? What happens when you lose the one gift that was placed on this earth to resurrect your broken heart? What happens when the man you love so madly is taken from you so suddenly?

Butterfly Meaning: A graceful, angelic creature that is often described as magical like as it gently dances in the air, but is often hard to catch. Often cannot see its own wings, missing its own beauty. It goes where it pleases and pleases where ever it goes. That's what he called me. See, I envied them, butterflies. I wished I was able to spread my wings, wished I was free to fly. But I wasn't. And these were the reasons why... 1. Deep inside my heart was a darkness borne of a suppressed memory of seeing my mom take her last breath. 2. I lived with the ache of knowing my baby girl never took her first breath. 3. I'd stopped yearning for love and learned to only be available physically. That was, until one man made me want to give him everything with just his electric touch. So then... What do you do when love is ready for you? Do you fight it?Do you reluctantly meet it halfway?Or do you spread your wings and let it set you free?