Madly in Love: The Mad Love Series, #1.5

By Colet Abedi

Twenty-three year old Sophie Walker is in big trouble.

 

She defied her parents and dropped out of law school. She broke up with her perfect, longtime boyfriend. She spent all of her life's savings on a whirlwind trip to the Maldives. And while "finding herself" she handed her virginity and heart over to the charismatic, alluring and seductive Clayton Astor Sinclair. A man she thought was too good to be true and as luck goes, (since she believes hers royally sucks), her knight turned out to be tarnished and broke her heart.

Now back in Los Angeles and faced with the daunting task of pursuing her dream to become an artist, while trying to get over the only man who ever made her feel passion, she feels like her life is over before it's even begun.

The problem is, she just can't forget him...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Colet Abedi
• Release date: Sep 30, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201849290

Book preview

Chapter One

When I was a little girl all I ever wanted was to have my own happily ever after. I wanted love. True love. The kind you live for. Want to die for. The kind that is everything. And more.

And then I met Clayton Astor Sinclair.

And my whole world was turned upside down. Everything I thought love was, changed. Suddenly something clicked in my head. And I understood the real meaning of the word.  

Love is not a fairytale.

Love is harsh.

And cruel.

It’s consuming. Passionate. It’s an addiction. Once found, one you can’t live without. And now I have to. Because I know there will never be another Clayton. That kind of man only comes once in your life. If you’re lucky enough.

And I was.

I met Clayton when I went on a trip with my best friend, Erik and his boyfriend, Orie, in order to find myself. Yes, I know. It sounds so cliché. Maybe it is. But for me it was my reality. I was escaping my controlling family, my ex-boyfriend, Jerry, and coming to terms with my decision to drop out of law school and literally turn my world upside down.  

So Erik took my hand and we went off to the Maldives. I know, the Maldives. One of the world’s most beautiful places. It’s like a dream. Breathtaking. The water is clear blue; the ambiance is made for pure relaxation. What I didn’t know was that it would also be perfect setting for romance. I remember stepping into the lounge of the W hotel, waiting for the seaplane to take us to the resort when I locked eyes with what I can only describe as a walking fantasy.   

Clayton is gorgeous. Really. Drop dead, unbelievably, gorgeous. He has looks you wish you could clone. Cerulean blue eyes that glitter like precious jewels, a strong jaw, tanned skin that makes him look as if he’s spent a lifetime out in the sun. Model perfect cheekbones, a nose that was made for his face. And that’s not all. His body.

Oh. My. God.

His body. Unreal. Literally. Un-freaking-real. Abs for days, a broad chest that I believe was sculpted to make women just drool and long, beautiful sinewy arms.

And his hands. Oh Lord.

Strong hands. The kind that can span your waist, lift you up against his rock hard chest, cradle your face, and pull your hair back roughly so that those lips of his can own your mouth. Just completely devour it until you can’t think straight and frankly don’t even want to.  

God. Just thinking about him makes me want him. Crave him like a meth addict. I’m home now. All alone in my apartment in Los Angeles just thinking about all the moments I had with him. Reliving everything over and over again. The smiles. The possessive way his eyes would sweep over me. His hands. Crap. Here I go thinking about those hands again.

My doorbell rings and I’m reluctant to answer it.