- Genre(s) Multicultural & Interracial Romance, Contemporary Romance
- Series Townsends of Texas #3
- Novel or Novella Novel
- Kindle Unlimited Yes
- Publication Date January 7, 2022
I’m in danger of losing my heart to my first love a second time . . .
It’s taken me sixteen years to work up the courage to ask Ace for a divorce. I was the girl from the wrong side of town, and he was my childhood sweetheart. But when I realized that he was better off without me, I left and didn’t look back.
Now I’ve returned to Harlington because I have no choice. If I don’t divorce him, I won’t receive my grandmother’s inheritance, but this isn’t about the money.
I’m being blackmailed and Ace is the only thing standing between me and the cash, but he’s still angry about how things ended. He gives me an ultimatum—pretend to be his partner for six months so he’ll get a promotion, then he’ll set me free.
But I’m starting to suspect that underneath his anger, he never forgot me. And maybe he hasn’t stopped loving me either. I’ll do anything to get him to sign those divorce papers. Anything except lose my heart to him again . . .
My Forever is an interracial romance (BWWM) and is book three in the Townsends of Texas series. This book contains mature, steamy love scenes. Happily Ever After is guaranteed.
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“And what is it that you want, Savannah?” he asked, harkening back to my earlier
comment.
“You already know what I want.” My voice came out much lower than I anticipated.
Ace shook his head. “You want a divorce, but that doesn’t tell me shit about why. Why
the hell after sixteen years are you coming to me with this?”
My mind grasped for bits and pieces of lies that I could tell him. He didn’t want to know
the truth of why I came back after all these years. He hated me and wanted to use anything I
said to continue to stoke the flames of his anger.
“I think it’s time that we finally get the divorce out of the way,” I finally said.
Ace lowered his face only inches from mine. “Your nose still flares when you lie.” His
voice was menacing. “Lie to me again, and I’ll add another month.”
I bulged my eyes.
“You’ve got ten seconds to give me a straight answer.” He paused and stepped back. He
pivoted on his heels. “Ten…” he counted over his should as he headed toward the kitchen.
“Nine…”
I couldn’t give him seven months. Hell, six months was pushing it.
“Because it’s a stipulation of my grandmother’s trust that I divorce you before I can
receive what she left for me,” I blurted out behind him.
He spun on his heels, giving me an incredulous look. It was so full of surprise, malice,
and disgust that I would’ve preferred he slapped me across the face than look at me that way.
“Money?” His tone was stern. “That is why you’re here?”
I looked away, unable to take the expression on his face and the harshness of his voice
at the same time.
Not for the first time in the past sixteen years did I yearn for the boy I fell in love with
and married. The one who was my protector.
But in his stead before me stood the man who’d come to hate me.
“Yes,” I whispered, giving him the answer he wanted.
“Of course,” he sneered.
“What about you?” The question came out of my anger. Why I was pissed, I didn’t know,
but it propelled me to ask questions of my own. “What are you getting out of this?”
Ace stepped forward. When I thought he would stop, he continued to advance on me,
forcing me back against the kitchen wall. His hand shot up, cupping the lower part of my face.
His movements were so swift, I didn’t have time to react before his mouth covered
mine. His kiss was bruising, even more punishing than the words he’d thrown at me seconds
earlier. But a small spark went off deep in my belly.
Somehow, I ended up kissing him back. And as soon as I did, Ace pulled away from me.
With his hand still around my face, he looked me right in the eye and said, “In six
months, I’ll get what I want from this marriage.” He paused. “And then I get to forget all about
you. I won’t ever think about you again. You will be dead to me.”
I didn’t think there could have been more words in any other language as cold and
painful as the ones he just spat in my face.
I tried to search those grey irises for a glimpse of the old Ace. The one who would’ve
never said anything remotely close to this to me.
“I get to forget you ever existed.” He pushed the dagger through my heart one more
inch.
I sank into the wall behind me. Over the past sixteen years, I believed I’d cried every tear
I had to give over the end of our relationship. But that old feeling of wanting to bury my head in
my pillow and let the tears flow came over me again.
“Answer your phone.”
I blinked. “What?”
He dipped his head toward my shoulder bag, which was now on the floor. “Your phone
is ringing,” he said before exiting the kitchen.
I steadied my breathing before digging through my bag.
“H-hello?” I answered my phone right before it went to voicemail.
“I was hoping you weren’t planning on ignoring me.”
My shoulders deflated at the sound of Vincent Reyes’ voice on the other end of the line.
Hadn’t my heart just been shredded enough for one day?
Now, here was the guy blackmailing me in order to keep my son safe, calling.
“Hold on. I have to step outside.”
TIFFANY PATTERSON
I have always been fascinated by storytelling, books, and reading. After years of diving in between the pages of one romance book after another, I decided to try my hand at writing. I haven’t looked back since. I enjoy bringing my readers stories of hope, perseverance, and most importantly, love. When I’m not writing you can find me enjoying time with friends, hiking, or daydreaming about my next novel.
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