Bøker av M N Watson

Athena: One wouldn't think that after something traumatic happens to you- that revenge would be off the table right? Wrong. I refuse to let what happened to me, fifteen years ago, define who I am today. Reconnecting with the only man who has managed to break my heart and piece it back together, I not only find love but I get my revenge as well. The real question is, when my inner demons come out to play, will the man I love still be here after he discovers everything?Harlow: Fifteen years. It's been fifteen long years since that fateful day. Not only did I lose part of myself, but I lost the only woman I've ever loved. Following her off and on throughout the years did nothing but make my want, need, and hatred burn brighter than it ever has before... that is until I learned the truth of what happened. I will do everything within my power to make amends for my wrongdoings, but when certain things come to light- doing what needs to be done will be euphoric."Let's play, Little Goddess."

Davina: One would think spending life in and out of foster homes would finally constitute for someone to get a break right? Wrong. I never stay in the same place for very long, because he always finds me. For once, I want to be the one being saved instead of the one being left behind. With Valentine's Day right around the corner, maybe just maybe Cupid will strike and I'll get my happily ever after. It's my turn, right? Oliver: Never in a million years would I have thought, I would find my forever girl. Let alone finding her in some run-down karaoke dive bar while having a meeting with my brother. I do what any smart man would do... I stay in the shadows and watch her. Until I can't. My Little Songbird has something dark haunting and hunting her. I'll be damned if it takes her away from me. I'll do everything in my power to save her, I must do it. I learned quickly that she doesn't need anyone to save her, she's very capable of saving herself. What she needs is a home. For her, I'll be her home, her hero, her everything. Davina Kavanaugh is mine.

Carolina: What do you do when you divorce a piece of shit? You move on, right? Wrong-o. You call your best friend's ex-husband and ask for help, considering you can't get your own place at the last minute. Nothing bad could come from that, right? Right, or so I thought until I saw Jameson. He's turned into this beefed-out, silverfox version of Jack Frost, and boy would I let him nibble at more than just my nose. Jameson: Getting a call from my ex-wife's best friend wasn't on my docket for the day, but considering that she's probably still the mousy little thing she was all those years ago- I can't in good conscience turn her away. Just the thought makes me sick to my stomach. I mean what could happen by letting her stay here with me, in my house? Nothing right? Wrong. I didn't expect the bombshell to walk into my life, and I damn sure didn't expect to fall in love at first glance. The real question is, what's going to happen now?