THIS IS BOOK TWO IN SERIES. PLEASE READ THIS IS WAR, BABY FIRST.
My War was over and I had lost. My captor reminded me I was nothing more than his pawn.
His strategy never changed…it was always me.
But what he didn’t know was that LOVE always wins.
In my War, I’d found not only peace
but LOVE as well.
I’d been through a battlefield with my War and LOVE was what brought us to the other side.
Our LOVE was beautiful and pure. Undying.
My captor thinks he has won this war. That I will LOVE him.
What he doesn’t know is this time, I’m the one with a strategy. I’m always thinking several moves ahead of him, my War taught me that.
I will outsmart him and find peace again.
This is a war I will win.
My LOVE will conquer all.
This is Love, Baby is a dark romance. Strong sexual themes and violence which could trigger emotional distress are found in this story. Terrible, terrible things happen to our poor heroine, so you’ve been properly warned. This story is NOT for everyone.
The door protests when I open it and it’s loud. There’s no turning back now. I have to go.
I push through it and stride down the steps. The memory of a few months before—him chasing me through the woods—is at the forefront in my mind. If anything, it only spurs me to go faster. With long strides, I ignore the bite of the gravel driveway on my bare feet as I put as much distance as I can between me and that godforsaken cabin.
His furious words from behind me make my heart freeze and I almost stumble. Ignoring the hateful way his words echo in my head, I run faster than I ever have toward the road. Heavy footsteps and frustrated grunts can be heard behind me. My panic overwhelms me with fear and tears well in my eyes, blurring the world around me. When my bare feet make purchase with the smooth, chilly concrete of the road, I almost cry out with joy. Running becomes a thousand times easier and I soar with long strides.
I focus on the road ahead of me and the prize is my ultimate escape.
I don’t count my steps. I don’t worry about his punishments.
Gabe will not catch me this time.
The grumble of an engine just around the bend is just the spark I need. My long legs carry me farther and faster than ever before. I risk a glance behind me and nearly cry out.
A monster chases me.
Bare feet and bare chested, only jeans covering his long, powerful legs.
Dark hair flapping in the wind.
Eyes black with rage.
Muscled chest flexing with the promise of recapture and retribution for my actions.
His mouth is contorted into a horrifying snarl, and I wonder if he’ll tear through my flesh upon catching me.
He will not catch me this time.
Jerking my head forward, I pound along the freezing pavement toward the vehicle that now comes into view.
Thank you, God!
The black truck is barreling down the road. Too fast. Too out of control. It’ll hit me, I think.
The threat of tears burn in my throat as the sound of screeching tires echoes around me. The truck never makes impact, though, and instead slams to a complete stop. A door flings open and I charge toward it.
“H-Help!” I croak, my voice dry and hoarse from exertion.
A man steps out and looks past me. “Get in the truck!”
The voice is comforting and familiar. I don’t think twice about running past him and crawling into the cab of the truck. When I lift my gaze out of the windshield, I see just how close Gabe is. But instead of running right for us, he veers off to the tree line and reemerges with a large, thick branch.
“Let her go and I won’t crack your skull open,” Gabe barks out at the man whose face is hidden from me.
I could slam the door shut and drive off. Leave the man to deal with the monster on his own. The thought is fleeting and I don’t let it win. If I left the man, Gabe would slaughter him. It would be that man’s death sentence.
“She’s coming with me, Gabe.”
The voice. Familiar. Warm. Easy. And how does he know his name?
Before I can contemplate much more, a gunshot goes off, shattering the early morning tranquility. Gabe’s shoulder jerks back and he gapes at the man in shock. He doesn’t take another second before turning and hauling ass back to the cabin. Another gunshot goes off but it misses Gabe’s retreating form.
“Baylee,” the voice whispers. “Jesus, my Baylee.”
The man steps into the open doorway of the truck and dips his head down to look at me. Pained, green eyes assess me. I’m so shocked, I simply stare at him with my mouth agape as he shoves the gun into the back of his pants.
My life had a plan. Until he invaded it and stole it all away. My captor took me and I became a pawn.
His strategy changed and he sent me away to WAR, because money is everything in this world.
In my WAR, though, I found peace.
I couldn’t help but find love where I least expected it, with a man who lived a battle every day of his life
…all inside his head.
But then my captor came back for me.
Yet, this time, battle lines had been drawn and I was protected.
So we thought.
Even though my WAR was raging,
my captor would fight to the death.
The good guys always win, right?
All’s fair in love and WAR, right?
Not this time.
About K. Webster
K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.
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