Sharp suit, fabled smile, and a sexy shyness guaranteed to equal one incredible lay.
Translation: Levi Fairfield is impossible not to want.
He’s also damaged goods. Not that I care; I don’t do relationships. I do casual. And going after men whose hearts are too shattered to function is the easiest way to get it.
One night. That’s always enough for me.
Then a few things happen that I didn’t count on. Like how hard it is to get Levi out of my head, or the fact I’ve never experienced anything like the night he gave me.
The fact that, that very same night, I lose everything.
Now our one-time deal is turning into something more. Something real. I can handle it, though. I have to.
Because even if I believed in such a thing, Levi and I aren’t soulmates.
* * *
Black leather, quick wit, and the ability to get on every single one of my nerves…while lighting them on fire.
I can think of a hundred ways to describe Mara, from the moment we meet.
When she shows up on my doorstep with nothing to her name, I can’t turn her away. I should. But the truth is, she needs me.
The bigger truth?
I need her.
* * *
Honey, When It Ends is a standalone romance with an HEA. It is the second book in the Fairfields series by Piper Lennox.
Honey, When It Ends is the sequel to Darling, All at Once, which has been in the Amazon bestseller charts for New Adult & College Romance (US), as well as the top 100 of the Prime Reading program's US romance chart. The books also entered the top 100 in comparable categories in the UK, Canada, and Australia. In 2019, all three books in the Fairfields series were optioned by Tantor for audiobook versions (English).
My ride-share arrives. I ask the driver who he’s here for; he says, “Mary.” Close enough.
The entire drive, I think about last night. Levi delivered a combination I’m not sure I’ve ever had: thoroughly satisfied, yet aching unbearably for more. I know exactly what I’ll be doing when I get home.
“Uh-oh. This your building?”
I snap out of my mental sex show. “Huh?” The driver points ahead through the windshield.
A fire truck is parked in front of my loft.
“Shit.” I unbuckle and lean between the front seats, struggling to see past the police cruisers on the perimeter. “Can you get any closer?”
“Sorry, road’s blocked up there. I’m going to have to turn over at the Boulevard and circle around.” He pauses, looking at me in the rearview. “Want me to take you somewhere else?”
“No.” I gather my stuff without looking away from the building. “This is fine. Thanks.”
My feet are killing me as I wind through the roadblocks and onlookers. A policeman intercepts; I dig out my ID to prove I live here. He hesitates, then lets me through.
The building was once a factory, reincarnated through the years. In its current life, it’s a bunch of industrial lofts. Painted across the front is an old bottling plant logo. At least, it used to be.
Black streaks weep across the paint and raw brick. I follow the lines to their source.
My window. My unit.
“Sir?” I grab a firefighter’s arm as he passes. “What…. This is my—my….” My breath balls itself up and tunnels into my chest. I can’t bear to ask.
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