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Undeniably Yours [Torn Series]
Undeniably Yours [Torn Series]
Undeniably Yours [Torn Series]
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Undeniably Yours [Torn Series]

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"You're passionate nature matches mine. Your promise reflects my own. If something was to happen, it's comforting to know that your dead heart will be intertwined with my lifeless own." I vowed with ferocity. "My heart for yours, Emma." ~Bass Cole, Blasphemous

Falling.

Losing.

Risking. 

Everything. 

ALL for one woman. 

Bass Cole was devastated when the woman he truly wanted chose her ex-boyfriend over him. Forgetting Emma Anderson wasn't easy, but he got through it. Months later, he was convinced that he was done and over her... until he found her standing, in shock, inside his cottage in Greece. 

He was never more challenged when it came to wanting a woman before. But when he heard that she was single again, all bets were on. 

When he finally had Emma, things spiraled out of control when he found out that she was keeping crucial secrets from him. Their separation brought a lot of heartache, but the worse was yet to come. 

Now after that gutting revelation, how will Bass
handle the situation? He did, after all, had a lot to prove to Emma.

 

LanguageEnglish
PublisherPamela Ann
Release dateJun 13, 2018
ISBN9781386321194
Undeniably Yours [Torn Series]
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Pamela Ann

is a New York Times and USA Today Best Selling Author. She studied Fashion Marketing in United Kingdom and has a degree in Business. She has a penchant for pastries, dogs, renaissance paintings, steamy angst-filled novels and traveling.  Get personal notification through your email when Pamela Ann has something new coming out. Join in on special two-chapter previews for upcoming releases, giveaways, current promos, announcements & more. SUBSCRIBE FOR THE NEWSLETTER HERE: http://eepurl.com/PnuMj YOU CAN ALSO FOLLOW HER... Website: http://pamelaannbooks.com Blog: http://pamelaannbooks.blogspot.com Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pamela.annauthor Twitter: https://twitter.com/PamelaAnnAuthor  

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    Undeniably Yours [Torn Series] - Pamela Ann

    1

    Kiss My Heart

    Have you ever tried to walk away from something you really wanted more than anything? After giving up on my parents, I had never come across another dilemma where I yearned to have something. Hold on to it. Love it. Until I did. And that it, was a woman.

    A woman named Emma.

    For those who were familiar with my dating record, I always went after the brunettes, the exotics and the accents. What did I like about them? Well… what’s not to like? I never went for ordinary. My tastes ran towards the peculiar and the unique. The more foreign the woman was, the better.

    That was why the entire world wondered why I had fallen for the woman who was the polar opposite of my usual preference. An interviewer once asked me that particular question, yet I had no answer to give as to why that was except for what I felt when she was with me.

    I knew loving someone wasn’t going to be a bed of roses, but never did I think it was going to be a total twilight of nightmares; all due to one man named Carter Mason, Emma’s ex.

    Even with him in the picture, I pursued the blonde beauty, uncaring if the ex was hovering in the picture. I wanted her, that was all I knew. The rest could have their own opinions, but I yearned for this one person and I wasn’t going to give up because her ex was growling or stomping like a little boy on the sidelines.

    No. I took her out on a date, held my stance and promised that I wouldn’t take advantage of a woman who was mending a broken heart. Yeah, Emma was devastated. There were a lot of instances where I could’ve taken advantage of her gullible state, but not once did I waver because I had promised that, once I had her, there was no going back. Not. Ever.

    When Emma decided to go back to her love—her Carter—was I crushed? Very much; more than I was willing to admit to anyone, even to myself. I was shattered. My ego had been dented and my pride was bruised.

    I thought then that no woman was ever going to get to mess with my head the way Emma had, vowing that when I saw her during our movie shoot in Greece, I would be cordial and pretend that I had never once cared for her. I had eight months to toughen up, so I had nothing to worry about.

    Everything was set. My mind. My heart. My pride. My body. However, all that crap went down the drain after a hard, roughened sexual exercise with Alexia—my woman for the time being—when I found Emma standing in the middle of the goddamned cottage, listening to me banging someone on the wall.

    Lex, can you grab me some water, too? I yelled out at Alexia as I put my boxers on before marching outside the door, hoping to enjoy the Aegean breeze. A satisfied smile plastered on my face as I took a step out of the bedroom and saw my weakness standing there, shocked and pale at the sight of me. Emma?

    What was she doing in here? What did she want with me? She chose him, didn’t she? The sudden wave of memories, along with the emotions that went with it, resurfaced once again.

    Emma barely squeaked at my question.

    What the hell? Why wasn’t she moving to leave my cottage?

    What are you doing here? Where the hell was Alexia? Hell, as much as I tried to stay away, the inkling to move closer was getting the best of me. Seeing her again, in the flesh, for the first time in so long, made me feel… everything.

    Yes, everything was back like her rejection hadn’t happened.

    Emma seemed unsure, staring at my chest then at the floor before she cleared her throat and spoke, not meeting my eyes, I was told this was my cottage.

    By who? I wanted to demand, but someone distracted me. Here you go, stallion. Alexia kissed my lips and handed me the water I had asked for, however now it seemed that the last thing I needed was water.

    I was thirsty—parched—all right, though not for refreshments. My reaction to her made me tense—a little angry even—but not at her; at myself for being so affected by seeing her again.

    I thought this was mine. Jack himself arranged it for me. Bitterness rolled off quite nicely with my words. Although my tongue spoke bitter words, my eyes feasted on her. Emma still, to that day, was the only woman who could make my heart gallop like it had been running a marathon.

    Emma’s eyes hardened before me, standing her ground. Barbara arranged mine.

    Barbara, our agent, did this on purpose? What the fuck for? To reconcile us or to provoke me some more? I hated how other people meddled in my business and I sure as hell didn’t need my agent to get in on my love life.

    With a strangled groan, I retreated back to my room and hunted down my phone.

    Emma could easily get another place to stay.

    This was my cottage.

    I had specifically asked to be placed as far as I could be from Emma. My agent was certainly fucking with my head.

    The sooner this problem was fixed, the better.

    Then, all of my resolve—all of my fight—drained away the moment I kissed her during filming. You see, I had never kissed her. It was bizarre to be sprung the way I had when I hadn’t tasted the woman’s lips, but you know what? It happened to me and I couldn’t do shit about it. I had been hooked, line and sinker.

    So, in my high emotional state, I took a chance yet again, even though what happened eight months ago almost obliterated me.

    2

    Simply and Utterly Mesmerized By You

    How it all began…

    B ass Cole! someone yelled my name. I didn’t bother turning around though, because the pap would ask me the same question; am I dating Lydia Cornwell?

    Since I had watched her fashion show the other night, people were now curious. Was I dating her? That remains to be seen. Had they asked me if I was sleeping with her, then the answer would’ve been an easy yes.

    Life had been shit lately. Sleep had been hard to come by and I had been relying a lot more on alcohol to lull me to bed. Alcoholic I was not, though I certainly enjoyed a glass or two during meals.

    The last couple of months had been horrid thanks to my parents. Top that with my hectic shooting schedule, demanding agents, other work commitments, promotional tours and a busy turnaround on my love life, it was a blessing I hadn’t gone mad amidst this turbulent lifestyle of mine. Yet alas, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Movies were my passion and acting my life’s force.

    Without them, life would be meaningless.

    For the past month, I’d been feeling out of sorts, like there was a gaping hole in me and, no matter what I did, the cavern got bigger. So, instead of pondering away an entire night while nursing a glass of wine as I went through my favorite fifties films, I caved when a few of my party friends had called to go clubbing tonight.

    These were merely party friends; people I enjoyed drinking and engaging in fun activities or conversations with. The real kind, though, I had only one—my best friend—Taylor. Apart from him, the rest were all social peers. Not one of them knew the real me.

    It was a shallow way of living, but it was the Hollywood life. These smiling faces were conniving ones. I had learned a few lessons with betrayal from these folks. At the end of the day, it was all about the image; one where I’m grateful that I had been appreciated through my acting chops and not how I looked, though I must admit that my appearance had helped out once in awhile.

    My plan was to stay an hour or two then bounce to the Laugh Factory on Sunset, however that changed the second I spotted her.

    From afar, it appeared that her friends were toasting her. The way she smiled gave away that she had probably just recently broken up with her boyfriend.

    Dude! I heard you’re doing a film with a lot of nudity? You sure you like a role like that? You don’t want to be remembered as the guy with a nice ass like Brad Pitt did in Troy. Each time I recall that film, his ass pops to mind. Wes grinned as he sniffed a bit. He was a decent actor, but his cocaine addiction might get in the way of his dreams. Another downfall in the entertainment industry was the drugs.

    Well, I hope my ass will be just as memorable then. I shook my head as I took hold of a bottle and poured myself a glass of brandy.

    Missy stood up and came over to my side of the booth, trying to sit on my lap, but I placed my arms there so she settled at my side; practically gluing herself to me. "Your ass is memorable, baby. When do I get to enjoy it again, huh?"

    I hid my grimace. Missy was a result of too many drunken nights where I had ended up sleeping with her twice. She was brazen, easy and did what I wanted her to do, yet for some reason, she wasn’t doing it for me. Not tonight. You’re far better off without it. Trust me on that.

    That was how I fought off women, but sometimes I went less than subtle. Missy was a nice woman, though, even if she was somewhat of a gold digger. Let’s just simply say that two nights with her had ended up costing me over a hundred grand in presents

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