Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: October 29
Conflagration is the second in an Explosive spin-off series called The Wellingtons.
Can be read as a standalone
Synopsis
Branson Wellington? The name, my name, is usually followed by arrogant prick or self-serving bastard, and I can't say I haven't earned those titles. It's true. I'm not the good guy. I'm not the boy next door. I'm definitely not your Prince fucking Charming. Not even close.
Love has never been in the cards for me, but now that she’s here, I have no idea how I’m ever going to let her go. Even if I don’t deserve her.
Because like I said, I’m a self-serving bastard and some things never change
Branson Wellington? The name, my name, is usually followed by arrogant prick or self-serving bastard, and I can't say I haven't earned those titles. It's true. I'm not the good guy. I'm not the boy next door. I'm definitely not your Prince fucking Charming. Not even close.
And I never wanted to be. Until her. The day I pulled her from the wreckage was the day that my life changed.
Who would have thought that one little lie had the power to throw two lives off course?
Love has never been in the cards for me, but now that she’s here, I have no idea how I’m ever going to let her go. Even if I don’t deserve her.
Because like I said, I’m a self-serving bastard and some things never change
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Excerpt
As the
blackness starts to fade away, I see that white light, but it doesn’t really
look like that tunnel. No, it’s just a scene change, and if I could muster up
enough strength, I’d groan because there are things in my life I’d rather not
relive. It’s bad enough that I have the memories and have been dealing with the
fallout for far too long. Reliving it all over again is more agonizing than the
first time around, because now, I know the truth. I betrayed my brother in the
worst possible way when he’d done nothing wrong, but by the time I found out,
it was far too late.
So why am I having these flashbacks playing in slow motion? I
thought when you were on death's door, your life was supposed to flash before
your eyes. So why am I replaying every single mistake I've ever made as if it
were the first time—in slow motion instead of quick bursts? Maybe my life did
flash before my eyes and it happened so fast that I missed it. Maybe I’m dead
after all and this? This is my hell.
The Wellingtons
