Doomsday Love - Shanora Williams

When we were ten, he treated me like a friend.
When we were eighteen, he wanted nothing to do with me.
And now that we are twenty-two, he longs to claim every single inch of me.
He was wild--untamed.
And I, a reckless girl, who loved too hard.
But, what we had was special.
I was his serenity and he my protector.
Drake was consumed by my love...
but he also took advantage of it...
He'd broken my heart--left me hanging for years.
He ruined us.
And, now, he's back.
He wants me.
And I want to hate him, I really do.
But, who am I kidding?
No one can deny Drake Davenport.
You can't hide from the almighty DOOMSDAY.
Because he is a fighter.
And, just like me, he loves hard.
He never loses and he will fight as hard as he can if it means winning me back.

AMAZON US / UK / CA

I rushed for my car, unlocking it with the key fob on the way. 

Before I could pull the door handle and get inside, I heard the 

crunching of gravel and then a hand came down on the window, 

slamming my door closed.

I gasped as the same hand wrapped round my arm and 

squeezed it with slight pressure. He whirled me around and 

pressed my back against the cold door. 

Bold green eyes focused on mine, pink lips so close I felt my belly

 swirling with heat. His hands went outside my head, pressing 

on the car.

He smelled good, so good, sweet pine, sweet earth. His jaw was 

locked, hair on his forehead, breathing deeply through his 

nostrils. 

“I’m trying to fucking save you from me, Jenny.”

“I don’t need you to save me from you.” My breathing 

accelerated with his.

“Why the hell do you need to be friends with a guy like me 

anyway?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I don’t have to. I just… want 

to.”

Sighing, he brought one hand down, roughly running it over his 

face. He was aggravated with me, frustrated, but like me, he 

couldn’t let go. He hated being away.

“What is it that you want, huh?” he bit through clenched teeth. 

“What is it, Jenny? You want me to talk sweet to you? Is that it? 

You want me to tell you some bullshit about how I’m actually a 

good guy deep down, how I secretly wish to be with you too, 

but my life won’t allow it—our lives, wont allow it?” 

His questions were rhetorical, but they spoke to me. There was 

truth behind them. He was opening up and he didn’t even realize

 it.

Suddenly, his face straightened, and he moved in closer, pressing

 his crotch into my belly. I stilled when his hands came to my face

 and he clasped it, keeping my eyes on his. 

Breath shallow, I watched as his eyes narrowed. He studied me 

like a piece of artwork, like I was some intricate masterpiece

 that no one could figure out. The kind of masterpiece that is too

 beautiful to replicate—too unique to pass by without a 

thorough glance.

That same torment and confliction from the previous week ran 

deep in his eyes again. He hated this, but liked it just a tad bit 

more. 

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Fuck, Jenny.”

“What?” I finally spoke, my voice hardly a whisper.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it? All of that shit I just said is 

exactly what you want.”

 Shanora Williams is a twenty-something that creates authentic romantic stories that, may or may not, make you question what a “Happily Ever After” truly is. After hitting the New York Times and USA Today bestsellers list at the mere age of nineteen, Shanora ventured further into the creative writing world, working even harder to create unique and memorable romances for all to enjoy.

She currently resides in Waxhaw, North Carolina and is the mother of one amazing boy, in love with her devoted man, and a sister to eleven.

When she isn’t writing, she’s spending time with her family, binge reading, or running marathons on Netflix while scarfing down anything sweet and salty.

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