Forever Love by Jade Whitfield

Beautiful and sassy Liv Preston constantly has guys falling at her feet. She knows what guys are like though, they break you, use you and spit you out, before leaving you a broken mess on the floor. Liv is far too smart to let that happen, instead, she chooses to become the ultimate female player.

Handsome and arrogant Noah Travers is the ultimate catch. The star quarterback with a Greek God physique believes there are way too many girls out there for him to commit to one relationship, besides, he is too young for that, right?

When Liv moves from Atlanta to live with her Dad and his new family in the tiny town of Franklin, she has no idea how much her life is about to change. From the moment Noah and Liv lay eyes on each other, it’s love at first sight. Now, all that the reformed player has to do is convince his beautiful, yet broken new step-sister to believe that he is the guy for her. All Liv has to do, is trust her hot-as-hell new step-brother not to break her.

Can their relationship survive secrets that have been buried for years? Can it survive the enemies that seem to lurk around every corner?

Families will be tested, secrets revealed. But, will it all be worth it for Forever Love?

Newly edited version and can be read as a standalone!

No cliffhanger, HEA, no cheating!

SKU: B00X8D6E7Y Category: Romance Tags: alpha male, damaged heroine, Forbidden Romance, happy ever after, no cheating, no cliffhangers, step brother, sweet

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As a passionate reader and writer, Jade Whitfield loves nothing more than a good cup of coffee and a sweet romance. A fan of ‘Happily Ever After’, she believes that everyone should find their own forever love and is committed to telling stories to inspire that.

Here is a short sample from the book:

Slowly tiptoeing through the dark room, I purposely avoid sticking my
foot in the used condom from last night that Mark threw on the floor.
I have no idea why guys feel the need to be so messy. As well as
dodging the rubber, I find myself constantly sidestepping anything that could
cause him to wake up, the last thing I need is to hear his usual complaint
about me running out on him. The guy just cannot seem to get it through his
thick skull that I’m not into relationships, hell I don’t think he even wants
one himself. I guess it’s just a case of wanting what you can’t have – too
fucking bad. All those airhead cheerleaders humping his leg at school made
him think he’s some kind of God. Don’t get me wrong, Mark is a hottie and
looks a little like Liam Hemsworth, but he’s the typical stereotype of a dumb
jock. Luckily, the activities I need him for don’t involve much talking, or
thinking for that matter.
I know he will be pissed when he wakes up to see that I’m gone, but he
should really be thankful that I’ve spent my last night in Atlanta fucking his
dumb ass. I could have been with any of the half decent guys around here
instead, but he just happened to be more convenient considering I haven’t
got much time. I’ve got to be back and ready to leave by eight. On that
thought, I take a quick glance at my phone to check the time.
Shit its half 7, I only have half an hour to get home and make sure I
haven’t left anything unpacked before I set out on the four-hour drive to my
Dad’s house in Franklin. I know I should be excited to get away from my
bitch of a Mother, but Franklin is just a shitty little town that doesn’t even
have a Starbucks. Seriously, how the hell am I going to survive the next year
living in the same house as my Dad’s new wife and her two kids without a
fucking Starbucks? I swear the big guy up there has something against me.
As I finally make it to the bedroom door, I take a quick glance back to
make sure Mark is still asleep before I slip out. I feel like a ninja with the
way I move around the house in order to get to the front door unnoticed. I
can hear his Mom humming in the kitchen, and I really don’t want another
early morning chit chat about how nice it is for her to see Mark’s girlfriend.
The woman would probably have a heart attack if I told her that Marks
purpose was to scratch an itch when I had one. I snicker at that thought and
run across the front lawn to my Mini. I must be losing my touch leaving my
car in full view of the house, but who gives a fuck? I’ll be out of here in an
hour and like fuck am I coming back.
As I arrive at my Moms house, who I’d rather refer to as ‘the Bitch’, I
prepare myself for the battle that’s sure to happen as soon as I walk through
the door. You’d think she’d be happy to see the back of me, she really isn’t
the motherly type. Of course she tells my Dad a completely different side to
the story, acting like she’s worried and shit. The amount of times I’ve had a
call from him first thing in the morning panicking because the Bitch has been
on the phone about me not coming home, when most of the time, she kicked
me out the night before.
As I walk through the front door, she’s standing at the foot of the stairs
with her arms crossed and tapping her foot. I don’t know what the fuck she’s
waiting for, I’m only here to get the last of my things. Luckily, my Dad drove
down here last week and took most of it so I’ve only got the things that I kept
behind to get me through the next week.
I roll my eyes at her dramatics and walk around her to get up the stairs.
“And where exactly have you been Olivia? Whoring around as usual?”
Her voice is like nails on a chalkboard to me. I know I should be upset
at the way she speaks to me, but I’ve gotten used to it. She tells me regularly
how much of a slut and a fuck up I am, the stupid Bitch doesn’t realize that
she’s just encouraging me.
She continues ranting and raving as I make my way up the stairs, and
usually I’d argue back, but I figure I’ll let her have her say as I’ll be gone
soon. I slam my bedroom door shut and look around the room that’s been
my sanctuary for as long as I can remember. It looks so bare now without
any of my stuff in it. It doesn’t feel like my sanctuary anymore, just a room
with a bed in it.
I look in all the drawers and under the bed to make sure there’s nothing
I missed when packing. I don’t want to ever have to come back here for
anything, so if there is something left behind, it will be staying here forever.
I go to my suitcase and grab a hair tie out of the side pocket and grab my
long blond tresses to stick them in a loose bun on top of my head. My hair is
about the only thing I have in common with the Bitch, it’s also the only thing
she’s ever fucking given me as I get my bright blue eyes from my Dad. I’m
always told how lucky I am for the way that I look. I’m not one of those big
headed girls that like to toot their own horn or anything, but I know I look
good.
I grab the last of my stuff and drag it down the stairs. My arms are
overloaded with bags because I really don’t want to have to make two trips.
The Bitch is still waiting at the bottom of the staircase. I don’t acknowledge
her as I leave my childhood home for the last time. It’s not like we have any
type of mother-daughter relationship, I don’t even offer a wave goodbye to
her as I load my car up and take off, not looking back. I’m ready for a new
life, it’s just a shame that my new life happens to be in a shitty little town
without a Starbucks.
I only have one more pit stop to make before this new life can begin.