Red Love Series by Kristina Weaver

Ever since the day I heard Vincent's voice, that crisp English accent, and seen his mesmerizing green eyes, I’d fallen into an obsession that isn’t easy to shake. I’ve dreamed of him, wanted him. I’ve spent hours trying to get him onto canvas. There are four in total at the moment that are destined for the trash - because no matter what I do, I just can't get his portrait right. So imagine my surprise when I met him again and he makes me an offer I couldn't refuse.. moreEver since the day I heard Vincent's voice, that crisp English accent, and seen his mesmerizing green eyes, I’d fallen into an obsession that isn’t easy to shake. I’ve dreamed of him, wanted him. I’ve spent hours trying to get him onto canvas. There are four in total at the moment that are destined for the trash - because no matter what I do, I just can't get his portrait right. So imagine my surprise when I met him again and he makes me an offer I couldn't refuse... “You want me to paint you? Now?” A small smile curves his mouth, and he nods, patiently. “Now.” “Naked?” I croak the question and feel my eyes bug when he simply nods and walks away, pausing at the bathroom door. By the time he comes out, his hips draped in a low riding towel that does nothing to hide anything, I am sitting calmly, ready and— “Holy s@%!.” Now I know why my proportions were off. His chest is a lot more muscled than even my lascivious imagination could have dreamed up—and his ass…I know I had never painted his ass, but even if I had, it wouldn’t have been accurate. less

“Vincent?” “Ssh dove, everything’s all right. You’re in the hospital, and you’re…just fine,” he says calmly, though I see he’s upset in the way his fists clench before his hands unfurl to stroke my face. “Vincent, I appreciate your concern here, seriously I do, but.." “He got away, dove,” he interrupts, giving me a hard look that tells me to shut up and listen. “He fell onto the fire escape, and by the time the police got there he was gone... more“Vincent?” “Ssh dove, everything’s all right. You’re in the hospital, and you’re…just fine,” he says calmly, though I see he’s upset in the way his fists clench before his hands unfurl to stroke my face. “Vincent, I appreciate your concern here, seriously I do, but.." “He got away, dove,” he interrupts, giving me a hard look that tells me to shut up and listen. “He fell onto the fire escape, and by the time the police got there he was gone. That animal is running around, free, at this very moment, so I need you to talk to me.” Everything inside me shudders to a stop, and I feel something eerily similar to hysteria bubble up my throat. NOTE: Cliffhanger ending. Three part serial. less

Despite three months and so many miles later, I still can’t outrun the pain of it. I feel raw inside at Beau’s betrayal and even rawer knowing that I’d bared myself, my fucking heart and soul, to Vincent, and he’d used that weakness to get what he wanted... moreDespite three months and so many miles later, I still can’t outrun the pain of it. I feel raw inside at Beau’s betrayal and even rawer knowing that I’d bared myself, my fucking heart and soul, to Vincent, and he’d used that weakness to get what he wanted. I can’t say that Beau had sold me or that Vincent had bought me, that…I can’t even figure out what it is that they’d done, but I know that I’d been nothing more than a casualty in a deal, a goddamned business deal, and that I meant so little— This is why I don’t think about Vincent often—or as often as my pathetic brain will allow—because I know that if I fall asleep anytime soon, I’ll be dreaming of him and waking up with tears all over my pillow. Bastard. less