I was raised knowing the difference between lust and love. I was warned to never fall for someone who simply set my body ablaze. As the daughter of a southern preacher, I held on to my virtue . . . sort of. A man always knew his place with me, but only one would someday hold my heart.
I was raised to defend myself against emotional attachment. I was warned, at a young age, that all women would eventually leave me. As the son of a single father, a farmer, a ladies man, I was taught to never promise a girl anything but a good time.
What happens when two souls connect, but their worlds collide? Is it the wrong person or the wrong time?
Contains mature themes.
This title is part of (or scheduled to be part of) the following subscriptions:
by M.J. Fields
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