Love chooses not with the mind, but with the ❤️

As I promised, we're starting a new story Lover (click on the title to open). You can already read the Prologue and add the book to your library.

#love & passion #love triangle #agegap #explicit erotic scenes

They both love me. My husband and his brother. Love for one of them is a death trap from which it is impossible to escape. The love of the other is like an oasis in the middle of a desert. One tries to submit, the desire for submission to the other arises voluntarily. The love of one is a suffocating mixture of poison and hatred. The love of the other is my sweet destruction.

From one, I can't escape. I cannot live without the other.

I say no to my husband, unaware of how cruel his vengeance for disobedience will turn out.

I'd also like to take this opportunity to invite you to my ongoing book (click on the cover to open the story):

At the age of twelve, I was orphaned. I spent my whole life in orphanages, struggling to survive. At eighteen, I decided to start my life all over again. But a chance meeting with a woman, who offers me a job at a prestigious club, throws all my plans into oblivion. The job was not what I had hoped for. In my life appeared two men, whom I crossed the road without thinking about the consequences. And I fall relentlessly into the abyss, only to not think about what I feel about one of them.