Liar (Devil's Fighters MC Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Evelyn Glass
completely free of the ghost that was Xavier Wheeler.
She wondered about what Lynn had said. Maybe it was time to let go. Maybe it was time to let another man enter her life other than just her bed. But would that help? Could that really be all that she needed in order to learn to love someone again? Could a real, committed relationship be the answer to all of her questions? Could she have a shot at love after all?
Alyssa snorted almost as soon as the thought entered her mind. Love. She may have deluded herself when it came to pushing Xavier out of her heart and mind, but she wasn’t so naïve as to really think that she would ever believe in love again.
Love didn’t exist. It was flaky, temporary. It was something men and women filled their heads with until something better came along. Something more important. Something else they could obsess over.
Perhaps she could find it within herself to make an attempt at a relationship with someone else, but what was the point, really? It would only be temporary. And was it really worth it? Could she really spare the energy to go through all that trouble and hassle again?
By the time she stepped out of the shower, Alyssa had decided that no, it was not worth it. The only two people who were ever worthy of love were gone from her life now. Their absence tore at every single fiber of her being. It was an all-consuming pain, a gut-wrenching agony that paled in comparison with what she had felt years ago when she had lost the one she had thought would be the love of her life.
She didn’t have time for love, she decided, or lack thereof. She didn’t have time for nameless strangers who may or may not come to sweep her off her feet. She didn’t have time for diamond rings and shared dreams and projects. She didn’t have time for what if’s and second chances.
Alyssa had come back to Pinebrook for a reason. She would say goodbye to her parents, and she would take care of their business. She would put the house up for sale. And then she would return back up North as fast as modern transportation would allow, and she would never, ever return to Pinebrook, Louisiana, ever again.
Alyssa decided that she would forget all about Xavier Wheeler once and for all. And maybe he would always be there in a corner of her mind and heart, but she would be smart enough to never acknowledge his presence again; she simply couldn’t allow him to dictate the way she lived her life.
Try as she might, every time she met a man Alyssa ended up comparing him to Xavier. It infuriated her. What did he have that was so special anyway? He might have been her perfect companion once, but he had long since proven himself to be unworthy of her tears. Xavier had long since proven that he didn’t care about Alyssa, so why should Alyssa care about him? Why should she still give him any consideration at all?
Never again, she decided. She would get him out of her head once and for all, one way or another. Sooner or later.
CHAPTER FOUR
If she thought thinking about her parents’ death was painful, seeing them with her own eyes was inescapably, indescribably worse. Irrationally, Alyssa had been expecting to be faced with horribly disfigured bodies from the horrific car accident that had taken her parents’ lives. Instead, the reconstruction work had been flawless and her parents looked almost peaceful.
“They look like they’re sleeping,” she said, unable to tear her gaze away from a sight she had thought she wouldn’t have to see for many years yet.
Mr. Shank, a middle-aged, African-American man whose bulky frame was at odds with the near-supernatural dexterity of his hands, gave her a proud smile. He took her words as a compliment, but Alyssa had mot meant it as such. It seemed grotesque to her that her parents would look so at peace when she knew their deaths had been so premature. It seemed strange to her that the resting expression on
She wondered about what Lynn had said. Maybe it was time to let go. Maybe it was time to let another man enter her life other than just her bed. But would that help? Could that really be all that she needed in order to learn to love someone again? Could a real, committed relationship be the answer to all of her questions? Could she have a shot at love after all?
Alyssa snorted almost as soon as the thought entered her mind. Love. She may have deluded herself when it came to pushing Xavier out of her heart and mind, but she wasn’t so naïve as to really think that she would ever believe in love again.
Love didn’t exist. It was flaky, temporary. It was something men and women filled their heads with until something better came along. Something more important. Something else they could obsess over.
Perhaps she could find it within herself to make an attempt at a relationship with someone else, but what was the point, really? It would only be temporary. And was it really worth it? Could she really spare the energy to go through all that trouble and hassle again?
By the time she stepped out of the shower, Alyssa had decided that no, it was not worth it. The only two people who were ever worthy of love were gone from her life now. Their absence tore at every single fiber of her being. It was an all-consuming pain, a gut-wrenching agony that paled in comparison with what she had felt years ago when she had lost the one she had thought would be the love of her life.
She didn’t have time for love, she decided, or lack thereof. She didn’t have time for nameless strangers who may or may not come to sweep her off her feet. She didn’t have time for diamond rings and shared dreams and projects. She didn’t have time for what if’s and second chances.
Alyssa had come back to Pinebrook for a reason. She would say goodbye to her parents, and she would take care of their business. She would put the house up for sale. And then she would return back up North as fast as modern transportation would allow, and she would never, ever return to Pinebrook, Louisiana, ever again.
Alyssa decided that she would forget all about Xavier Wheeler once and for all. And maybe he would always be there in a corner of her mind and heart, but she would be smart enough to never acknowledge his presence again; she simply couldn’t allow him to dictate the way she lived her life.
Try as she might, every time she met a man Alyssa ended up comparing him to Xavier. It infuriated her. What did he have that was so special anyway? He might have been her perfect companion once, but he had long since proven himself to be unworthy of her tears. Xavier had long since proven that he didn’t care about Alyssa, so why should Alyssa care about him? Why should she still give him any consideration at all?
Never again, she decided. She would get him out of her head once and for all, one way or another. Sooner or later.
CHAPTER FOUR
If she thought thinking about her parents’ death was painful, seeing them with her own eyes was inescapably, indescribably worse. Irrationally, Alyssa had been expecting to be faced with horribly disfigured bodies from the horrific car accident that had taken her parents’ lives. Instead, the reconstruction work had been flawless and her parents looked almost peaceful.
“They look like they’re sleeping,” she said, unable to tear her gaze away from a sight she had thought she wouldn’t have to see for many years yet.
Mr. Shank, a middle-aged, African-American man whose bulky frame was at odds with the near-supernatural dexterity of his hands, gave her a proud smile. He took her words as a compliment, but Alyssa had mot meant it as such. It seemed grotesque to her that her parents would look so at peace when she knew their deaths had been so premature. It seemed strange to her that the resting expression on
Readers choose
Dawné Dominique
Roman Payne
Tamara Shoemaker
John Lutz
Joseph Carvalko
Kate Brian
Sarah Strohmeyer
Roger Smith
Chris Adrian
Mehmet Murat Somer