Forbidden Passion: Book One, #1

By Sea Hardt

During Sara's journey of passionate self-discovery, she meets two gorgeous men, Franco and Jayden.

In the midst of sensual adventures, she is torn between her two lovers, but before she has the chance to make a choice they both slip away.

Eventually, their paths cross again but now Sara's passion has turned to bitterness and she's hell-bent on revenge.

Will she fulfill her vendetta or choose love?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sea Hardt
• Release date: Feb 10, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386599593

Sea Hardt

Sea Hardt lives in a cottage on the stunning island of Cyprus surrounded by the Mediterranean waters. The gods have been kind to Sea and have graced her with a happy marriage complete with two boys. She has a plethora of interests including foraging second-hand bookshops for poetry and any other books she can curl up on the couch with a glass of red wine. With the support of her husband, she finds great fulfillment in writing steamy romance novels.

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Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

FORBIDDEN PASSION. INNOCENT. Book One

Chapter - Jayden and Franco

Chapter - Street flirting

Chapter - Meeting William

Chapter - Morning call

Chapter - The photo shoot

Chapter - Good News

Chapter - Celebration time

Chapter - William and his new partner

Chapter - Mystery girl

Chapter - Hello French man

Chapter - Bitch

Chapter - No more a fool

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Chapter - Jayden and Franco

Looking back and thinking of where I came from and what I now became, is something I never in a million years would have conceived possible. Growing up in a quiet town where everyone knew each other was a blissful and a sheltered life.

My parents had instilled in me strong morals and an urgent need to save myself for marriage. I was, to say the least, a good girl.

My body matured early into something that kept most boys and men taking a second and even a third sneaky look at my well-formed breasts and slim waistline. For my age, I was tall. My parents kept trying to dress me in long and loose clothing and whatever else concealed my premature beauty.

I remember with my first boyfriend, it was all very civilized. Holding hands was electrifying enough due to my naivety. Despite his constant advances to escalate our relationship into something more physical, I kept denying him although, in all honesty, I had a fire of my own that was raging between my legs and it took a very strong will to resist.

He was a plain looking boy but had a very masculine build. He was in the school wrestling team and it showed on him. Every muscle vibrated and twitched. Just my type back then. When he was close to me, his scent was intoxicating. Almost spell-bounding. He always wore a plain shirt revealing his athletic build. I don’t blame him but as if constantly followed by an angel, a voice reminded me to save myself for the long run. I was young, uncertain about so much and this boy only added to my confusion.

Between my obligations to the church that extended well into my social life, I had the pressures of my parents to keep up my good grades.

My teachers were often making me the exemplary achiever for the colleagues of mine to model themselves on much to my constant embarrassment. This was mostly the case with literature and language where I seemed to excel the most.

It was hard eventually calling the relationship off with my first boyfriend. All because my upbringing had hard-wired into me a need to stay pure and constantly driven towards achievements.

It was overlooking the river under the big oak tree that I witnessed firsthand my first heartbreak at this boys cost.

In my mind, I was going to be a successful writer happily married to a handsome man that adored me and our three children. All girls, of course, I would think. And we would bask in golden sunsets while laughter and the red picket fence surrounded our happy home. My desired future was painted so vividly in my mind's eye. According to my life plans, a serious relationship did not fit at this stage into the overall picture I had conceived for myself.

I needed to stay focused and any distractions were not easily welcome.

It was almost all in vain. I eventually gave in to temptation.

It was at my younger sisters 18th birthday that I met Jayden and Franco. They were very good friends to each other, oddly enough as they were both like night and day. Jayden was the perfect blend of sophistication and depth, all summed up into an elegant man, while Franco was pure physical beauty with that touch of indifference that left me guessing what next he was going to say. My heart and my mind were left in utter confusion at finding the love of my life in two men at the exact same time. How cruel was fate on that day! There simply was no way I could ever make this work as I was torn between the two of these men. Young and dynamic, they both fought for my attention and I gladly obliged them as I followed them like a whirlwind that left me not knowing who to address first.

Jayden was of the refined type, brought up by a good family. Sophisticated and dominant in nature. He had an intensity about him that left me picking my words carefully for God forbid he thought less of my intellectual ability. He was, however, soft-spoken and I remember falling for him. He was much taller than me and was a striking view to behold with his wide shoulders and chiseled facial features.

He loved to play with words and would hold me hostage over phrases much to everyone’s entertainment as he twisted and perverted what I had just said into an amusing made up misunderstanding. His laugh was sincere and heartfelt. I loved being around him and admired his elegance and grace that was topped with a naughty glint in his eyes. So sexy and sensual at the same time. A bittersweet intoxicating man.

Franco was a sexy Latino beast. To me, he was everything that a man should be.

Hello, Sara Sea. He said despite me having introduced myself as Pam. He must have learned my full name from my family member’s that were in attendance.

Somehow he had made it sound sexier with his Latin touch.

The two were an odd friendship where sophistication and brute beauty formed an irresistible pair of young handsome men. They got along very well and were always regurgitating jokes between themselves like the two typical old friends they were.

Franco was a large personality and was easy to