L. A. Ferro

A Second Chance Romance

A Why Choose Romance

Sweet Venom

An omission, a half-truth, there are the lies we tell to save and those we tell to hurt. But what of those we tell ourselves? Can a lie be righteous? Is it ever justified?You see, I've spent the last ten years living a lie. I painted my face and pretended to be someone else.Why? Because of one wickedly beautiful night.Thoughts of him and what it would feel like to be his consumed my mind. Until finally, I was.For one night, we made a vow. A promise. An oath forged in blood to absolve us of our sins and save our souls."Just this once."Too bad once was all it took to leave us fractured and bleeding from the truth behind our lies.

A Taboo Romance

Wicked Beautiful Lies

The plans for my future were set. Get a job, save money, and get out. It wasn't hard. All I had to do was suffer in silence a bit longer, keep my head down, and stay the course.Too bad life is anything but predictable. I couldn't plan on my new co-worker turning my life into chaos. He's brooding, arrogant, and off-limits. Oh, and did I mention he's the CEO's son? The chemistry we share is binding; giving in to my feelings would spell disaster, and I need this job. Now, I must figure out how to bury these treacherous feelings before they jeopardize everything.So, I should be all in when my longtime crush and best friend decides he's ready to take our relationship to the next level. He was always the future I wanted, the end that made sense. All this time, I was only waiting for him to realize it. But it's just my luck that even the best-laid plans can turn to crap. There's no way forward that doesn't end without pain. I should have known there's no true escape for the girl who comes from nothing. All that comes from nothing is heartache.

The Delicate Vows Duet

My love is an affliction. It's not meant to be fixed, it's not worthy of protection, and it can never be conquered. It is sick. I am a poison that even the coldest of hearts can't survive. Or at least that's what I grew up believing.Left to my own devices from a young age, I grew up with zero love or guidance. I was an unwanted mistake my parents were forced to endure. Loneliness followed me everywhere. It's how I know real love doesn't exist, and those that believe they have it are disillusioned by sacrifice as if that alone made their bond worthy. Some would say I'm a romantic masochist, but maybe I had to be because only an unbelieving heart could step into its own twisted fairytale through impulse and temptation.When I flew across the country and showed up on my boyfriend's doorstep determined to cut ties with the diseased roots that continued to feed my sick heart, it was for him. For us. I didn't expect him to throw open the doors and allow his brother and rival to blur the lines between love and hate stealing a piece of my heart for their own.My strength.My tormentor.My love.However, not everything is what it seems, and people with beginnings like ours don't get happily ever afters. The scars of our hearts defined our love. It was not welcomed. It was not painless. It was fought for with blood, sweat, and tears and tasted like sweet venom.

L. A. Ferro

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