Loving Ean Synopsis
All of my life, I dreamt of my own fairy tale romance.
Imagine my surprise when I discovered that my soul mate was a lifelong friend.
Ean is everything I want and everything I need.
But, my romance has become a fractured fairy tale.
Ean has pulled away and let his pain engulf him, leaving no room for me.
I want to heal him and bring him back to me.
But, if he won’t let me, I will move on.
I will find another destiny.
Laila is the best part of me, the light in my soul.
She is my destiny.
I want to give her all that I am, all that I have.
But, the guilt and pain from my mistake has ruined me
I am not worthy of her and I will not drag her down into my Hell.
My love for her is forever.
But, she deserves some one who isn’t broken
So, I’ll watch her walk away, into the arms of another.
*Recommended for ages 18+ due to language and sexual content
Laila. Everybody has been so busy lately that I haven’t seen much of her for the last few months, not since the wedding. I drink in the sight of her, she is so fucking gorgeous standing there in white shorts (a little too damn short), a yellow tank top with lacy straps (damn that’s sexy), and matching yellow converse on her feet. Her hair has grown a little longer, now hanging just below her shoulder and her lips are glossed pink and just begging to be kissed. Out of nowhere, need slams into me and I have to grip the countertop to keep myself from falling when my legs buckle. In this moment, I realize that every step I thought I’d made away from her was in fact, just leading me in a circle that comes right back to her. Every minute that I was without her races through my brain at warp speeds, refreshing the anguish of missing her, the desperate need to be inside her, and…my body is trembling as I’m forced to face it, to stop running from the truth of it. How much I love her.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I should give us another chance. I stand up, intent on going to her and I feel some of the weight from these months of being apart lift just slightly. I just know that the closer I get to her, the lighter that weight will become. But, before I can move from my spot, time unfreezes and the door opens once again. This time, Phin steps in, handing Laila her purse and dropping a quick kiss on her lips, receiving a—a smile in return.
The edges of my vision start to turn red and a raging burn crawls through me, I clench my hands so hard that the blunt fingernails still cut into my flesh. I’m going to beat the shit out of this guy, skin him alive, and then leave him in the shadows to wither without sun. Pain. I’m going to make him feel unimaginable pain for putting his lips on my Laila. No lips should ever brush across her silky skin but mine. I start to tremble as the rage grows and the red darkens my vision even further. Your days are numbered motherfucker.
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About Elle Christensen
I’m a lover of all things books, a hopeless romantic, and have always had a passion for writing. Between being a sappy romantic, my love of an HEA, my crazy imagination, and ok, let’s be real, my dirty mind, I fell easily into writing romance.
I’m a huge baseball fan and yet, a complete girly, girl. I’m an obsessive reader and have a slight (hahaha! Slight? Yeah, right) addiction to signed books.
I’m married to my very own book boyfriend, an alpha male with a sexy, sweet side. He is the best inspiration, my biggest supporter, and the love of my life. He is also incredibly patient and understanding about the fact that he has to fight the voices in my head for my attention.
I hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoyed writing them!