Category: Book Hangover

Big Ben by Nana Malone Release Date: April 21st Big Ben, book one in the See No Evil series by…

Former Navy SEAL turned covert agent Wes Halsted spent his days—and weeks and months—being someone else. But with his cover…

They call me the Ice Dragon but it’s really just all for show. —Boris Drăghici, VEGAS CRUSH PUCK MONEY is…

Royal Playboy, book one in the Playboy Prince duet by USA Today bestselling author Nana Malone, is LIVE! Vengeance is…

    The lights were dimmed in the stables, creating a soft glow around him. Skylar noticed that Danny’s eyes…

London Soul, book two in an all-new contemporary romance duet by Nana Malone, is LIVE! Before her, I was: Rich….

I waited ten years to grasp hold of a woman I knew was too good to be mine.⁣
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Back then, I had failed her. But I knew, somehow, someway, unknowingly to her, I’d find a way to make it up to her.⁣
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All the years in between, I watched her from afar. Keeping her safe, protecting her from the shadows that crept in the deep, dark of the night.⁣
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Then, out of the blue, she unraveled me with one sweep of her innocent little tongue.⁣
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The woman drew me straight toward all her light.⁣

“I figured I’d try something different and ask you to dance.” I whirled around and let out a small squeak of alarm. The muscles in my lower belly quivered, and my breath caught. My savior from earlier stood in front of me, looking like a cross between an angel of mercy and the devil incarnate. “We have to stop meeting like this,” I mumbled. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Well, there’s no rain at the moment, so we should be safe. I trust we were able to save your camera?” Heat flooded my cheeks. “Yes. Thank you. Honestly that could have been ugly today. I’m indebted.” “How about a dance, and we’ll call it even?” A dance? With him? Pressed up against… “I, uh…” “Now, I’m not as good as you are, so you’ll need to take it easy on me.”

Is it possible to make up for the way we have hurt others?
I wonder if it truly is.

Can we undo what has already been done?
No. We can’t.

I know for a fact, we cannot un-say words that have been bitterly spoken by a deliberate slip of a tongue.
Words hurt.
They sting.
They burn.