Forbidden: Longing for Love: Forbidden, #3

By Rebecca Lee

"The Entire "Forbidden" series is available in a collector's series Box Set and the First Novel in the series is also available!

An American college coed on work study in Europe risks it all for a married alpha Billionaire.

Living the good life in Southern California, Star is set to marry her hunky quarterback fiancé. But a rapid fire of life-changing events draws her into the world of a mysterious untamed Spanish Billionaire and his beautiful wife. It all leads to secret forbidden hot hook-ups between two wild, passionate, and desperate lovers.

As they draw closer, Star and her lover can no longer avoid the consequences of their lust as his mysterious past threatens to destroy them and everyone around them.

Let your imagination run wild. Inspired by the best of today's hottest erotic romance novels for women from Sylvia Day and EL James, set amid the pristine Spanish countryside.

"Forbidden" is an engrossing page-turner. It brings to life a young and confused woman's deep longings for a powerful, mature, wealthy man. It also explores the question of whether our hearts should rule us when so many people will be hurt? And whether the perfect safe life is worth risking on pulse-pounding lust?

"Forbidden" is a hot romance with mature situations.

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Handy
• Release date: Sep 11, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516398539

Rebecca Lee

Rebecca Lee is a former swimsuit model, and now a successful dating coach for men. She is one of Author John Handy's Attraction Masters and is the author of the Forbidden Attraction Secrets for Men series. Her motto for men having success with her or any other woman they desire: "When we're face to face, if you are bold, fearless, and seek what you want, trust me you have us. Everytime." "A Slave to the Fantasy" is her first fiction series. Rebecca is single and lives in Southern California with her cat  and her beagle.

Book preview

Chapter 1-- Star

I couldn't stay away even though I hated both of them. I might even say I hated all of them. All the men I thought I loved.

Jeremy was first. Even though he was in worse shape then Grant when he  was taken to the hospital, it was obvious he would be out, walking around, and behaving like a thug in no time.

I caught myself just as I got to his door. That little goody two shoes Alex, his loyal girlfriend, and Miss Everything over at the high school, was there. She was standing with her back turned to the door in his room.  She was bending over him and lending comfort.

I had a lot of work to do on my issues. At that moment, I was so jealous I felt like I wanted to go directly in there and start a fight with her.

Even with all the crap my affair with Jeremy brought into my life, I still wanted him. I wanted it to be us. That desire still burned hot inside me.

For ten seconds that seemed like an hour, I fought my passionate lust. I remained outside the room and out of trouble.

I just stood and I stared.

At any moment, Alex could have either turned around or moved aside revealing my creeping presence to Jeremy. She didn't.

Explaining what an adult teacher was doing visiting a young former male student she barely had in one of her classes would have been very uncomfortable.

Luckily it was end of  the semester and I was getting extra time off. I spent the previous seventy-two hours not seeking help and not resting. Instead I fumed at Grant and to a lesser degree Jeremy.

I was so messed in the head that by day three I was blaming Grant for everything and actually had Jeremy placed firmly as the victim.  Even though it was Jeremy who had done the attacking.

Truth be told, that's why I was in that hospital. I wanted to make contact with Jeremy. Actually more than contact. I wore a pair of tear-away jeans I wore the early days when we'd hook up. I also left the panties at home and I wore my extra small pink tank top. I covered that with a loose-fitting black leather jacket.

I had it all planned in my mind. I was going to have a wild romp with the high schooler I was addicted to. And the danger of doing it in a hospital room with people coming in and out at any moment turned me on even more.

I somehow had stayed away from the drugs during my three days alone in my house. But my powerful longing for Jeremy's aggressive nasty loving was running hotter than ever.

I wasn't taking the scene at his hospital room well. Seeing little phony good girl Alex fawning over a Jeremy made me feel like second-class trash.  Like a cast-off. But that was reality.  I was someone for Jeremy would use for his pleasures and then discard.

I couldn't put a thought together beyond my need to get revenge. Against Grant first. Then Jeremy.

I backed away slowly from the entry door to his room trying to settle my breath. My body steadied against the wall across the hallway. My heartbeat uneven and my legs wobbly.

I hadn't eaten anything except a couple saltine crackers since the night Grant and I made love.  That was days ago.

I was so weak that I felt like I wanted to fall to the floor. But I couldn't. I knew I needed to get away from the area around Jeremy's room. I needed to get as far away from the hospital as possible.  Nothing good was going to come of me being there.

Damn you. You fucking bastard. You used me.

I thought I said it under my breath, too low to be heard.. But an old couple walked by and shook their head looking at me. The old lady put her finger to her mouth asking me to keep it down.

It was time to confront Grant, then I would ruin him with my sister Erika. I wanted him to be miserable. As for Erika, I didn't care if the truth made her miserable too.

With new determination, I turned and walked with energy I didn't know I had, briskly my way toward stop two.

Grant's room.

*

Grant was being treated on the same floor but way on the other side of the building. I thought it was really odd that they'd put a victim and his attacker on the same floor.

The scene in room 656B was decidedly different from what was happening back in Jeremy's room. There were large machines all around Grant with big hoses running to his face. The hoses fed into this big ugly mask covering it from the bridge of the nose to his chin.

He was alone and his eyes were closed. His color looked greenish white. He looked severely underweight.

I was too furious to care about his condition. I was determined to give him what was coming to him. Men weren't going to use me. Not any more.

 Even though he'd been so kind to me. Frankly kinder than any lover I'd ever had. He gave his nights to me for months so I could get clean. And never asked for anything in return.

He clearly cared.

But in my warped view point, all those good deeds meant he was the most worthy of my scorn and punishment.

Unlike how I approached things at Jeremy's room, I didn't hesitate.  

When I walked in, Grant's eyes popped open and head jerked left.

Our eyes met squarely.

For a split second I thought he was going to smile. It was the way his eyes suddenly seemed so alive.

Instead, his body flopped violently up and down. His pelvis jerked so high into the air I thought he was going to break in half.

I stopped suddenly and made an abrupt flying out the door. I knew I could reach an elevator.

"Grant! Honey!