Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Besieged (She Who Dares #1) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | L.P. Lovell |
| Language: | English |
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Theodore Ellis. Men want to be him, and women want to be underneath him. He’s the entrepreneurial bad boy, the tabloids darling, and as infamous in the bedroom as he is in the boardroom. Theo is the moral free man whore, that women can’t even bring themselves to feel ashamed over Lilly Parker. Everything about her screams sex. She’s beautiful, strong, intelligent and independent. She’s the career driven, man-eater, who can make a grown man feel like a sixteen year old boy. What happens when a player meets his match? This is alpha versus alpha, as two major players make and break the rules. The game is about to change. Hearts will become dangerously besieged, and walls will be battered to the ground. Love is a war. She who dares…wins. | |
| Books in Series: | She Who Dares Series by L.P. Lovell |
| Books by Author: | L.P. Lovell Books |
Prologue
Have you ever looked around you and wondered about the lives that pass you by every day? The people behind the faces? Each one has a life, family, friends… a story to tell. The thing about people though, is that we are masters of pretend. I know this because I am one of those people. From the outside looking in nobody would ever know how broken I am. I am a practised actress, a true master of my craft.
I live every minute, every hour, every day locked in an epic internal battle where strength fights weakness in a bloody dual, but strength must conquer or weakness will consume all that I am, all that I have fought so hard and risked everything to become.
Weakness is a poison that betrays people you love. It tears at your soul until nothing is left. Weakness is a state of mind; you are only as weak as the point at which you choose to break.
Strength is the ability to endure beyond your own capabilities. Strength is hitting rock bottom and still clawing your way to your feet again. Strength is determination and tenacity. Strength is also a state of mind, and you are only as strong as you believe you are.
The difference between me and everyone else... I've endured more pain and betrayal than most people could dream of. I have endured the stuff of nightmares and yet here I stand, fighting for my strength.
You know what they say though…Diamonds are made under pressure.
Chapter 1- Theo
I slam back the tequila shot and inhale a deep breath as it burns its way down my throat.
"Woo." Hugo shouts, shaking his head. His bloodshot eyes and permanent grin are a dead giveaway to his plastered state.
He slides the shot glasses across the bar and signals to the bar tender for four more.
I can feel the wonderfully numbing burn of the alcohol starting to seep into my blood stream like a welcome friend.
"There is no greater joy in life than tequila." Hugo announces as a woman brushes past him. She looks back over her shoulder at him as she passes, which I might add, he may have noticed had his eyes not been firmly fixed on her arse.
"...and of course women, let’s not forget the women." Hugo smiles as his eyes follow the woman's retreating rear. He slaps me on the shoulder before turning around and casually flicking his eyes over the packed bar. It's a Saturday night and we’re in one of the smaller clubs in Mayfair; Poison, one of our regular spots. It’s absolutely heaving, making the club hot and the air stuffy.
"See anything you like?" I ask with a smile as I sip on my beer. It’s a stupid question. Hugo’s not fussy.
He laughs. “Dude, it’s a pussy fest in here." He’s right, there must be a female to male ratio of at least four to one, which suits me just fine. “The blonde at the bar has a fucking awesome rack though.” He indicates straight ahead of him.
I turn and look over my shoulder spotting the woman in question. Her dress is sporting a dropped neckline, clearly displaying her very ample cleavage.
I laugh at Hugo's predictable choice. "Nice, although you should really look for something a little more challenging." I goad.
Four shots are placed on the bar in front of us. I hand the guy a twenty.
Hugo downs a shot, before eyeing the blonde again. "She might be a challenge..." He feigns offense.
I smile wryly at him. "Really Hugo? You know better. Hundred quid says you could have her bent over in the toilets within the hour."
"So if I get her in the toilets you win? Where's the incentive in that. It's a win win situation. You suck at bets." I shrug before clinking glasses with him and downing the remainder of the shots. The tequila brings its usual welcome numbness.
Hugo claps his hands together. "Right, let’s go find Rambo a nice place to stay for the night." He grins as we turn away from the bar, and just like that he's completely forgotten about the busty blonde. Yes, he does have the attention span of a gnat. Oh, and Rambo is his dick.
"How about in your pants for once? I’m surprised that thing hasn’t dropped off yet." I snort. Hugo is the biggest whore I know, in fact Hugo’s probably the biggest whore in the history of mankind. Don’t get me wrong, I’m certainly no angel, but Hugo is on an entirely different playing field.
"Nah, Rambo likes to party…hard." He smiles as he wiggles his eyebrows and thrusts his hips. I roll my eyes. Like I said, whore, but who better to have as a wingman right?
"So let’s go find him some pussy." He bounds off like an over eager puppy. Hey, I didn’t say I understand how he gets laid.