Forbidden Wishes
An emotional ride of a romance with toxic undertones that will drive you to some unexpected places.
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1. I WISH I WOULD’VE TOLD YOU by Whitney G.
SYNOPSIS
She lied to me. Not once, not twice. This entire time.
To her, I was the ‘cliche Mr. Popular’, the star quarterback who owned Friday nights. To me, she was the goth geek in the bleachers, playing clarinet in the band.
Despite our differences, I climbed through her window every night. Even when we started college.
She was the only person who truly understood me, and I couldn’t stay away from her if I tried. Our connection was hot and toxic, but we never dared to put out the flames.
We fell too hard, too fast… And this wouldn’t have been a problem except for the fact that I was already dating someone else. Her sister.
2. I WISH I WOULD’VE CHOSEN YOU by Whitney G.
SYNOPSIS
I should’ve known better. I should’ve left her alone…
She told me she was twenty-one. I found out that was a lie.
There was over a decade between us, and sure, she was mature for her age, but I kept my distance every chance I could. At least, I tried to.
There aren’t too many places to hide on a boarding school’s campus, and there are far more places to get caught…
I never intended for this to happen. I was her English professor, and she was only supposed to be my student.
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3. I WISH I WOULD’VE WARNED YOU by Whitney G.
SYNOPSIS
Truth or dare?
“I dare you to stop pretending like you still want to be a virgin when you’re around me…”
As much as I wanted to say those words to Emily O’Hara after the night we first met, I never did.
Instead, I dared myself to leave her alone. But I lost that game. I gave up trying to win.
She was the first girl who didn’t run when she found out how damaged I was. I was the first guy who could read through her sexy sarcasm with ease. Our connection was toxic and fiery, but we had to douse the flames before getting any closer.
We realized she could never be mine, and I could never be hers. I was days away from becoming her stepbrother.
PROLOGUE
My mother is six minutes and twenty-eight seconds away from ruining my life.
Then again, this won’t be her first time. She has a unique way of unleashing destructive magic whenever I least expect it.
I can’t help but remember the day she showed up drunk to parent-teacher night and called my writing professor a ‘jealous, hag-faced bitch for giving my daughter anything less than an ‘A plus!’”
There was also the time she randomly announced how she was ‘so freakin’ proud’ of me for graduating high school with my ‘hymen still intact’ during a college tour. (That incident went viral on YouTube.)
Then again, those moments are fleeting and easily forgiven with time.
Today’s event won’t be…
I’m standing behind her at the altar, dressed in an itchy turquoise gown, and listening to her recite wedding vows.
The filthy rich groom will be her second husband, her second chance at a fairytale. (For what it’s worth, she’s his third-time charm.)
Since the words ‘loyal’ and ‘forever’ sound foreign falling from her lips, I focus my attention on the best man.
His deep grey eyes are stunning as always, but they can’t conceal his suffering. Despite being the most beautiful man I’ve ever met, he looks as miserable as I feel.
Hours ago, he was thrusting his fingers deep inside me while my body writhed under his. His lips were coaxing kisses from mine, whispering promises we both knew he couldn’t keep.
I struggled to hold back tears when he begged me not to come to this wedding, when he told me we should leave and start a new life together, but my heart has always been defenseless in wars with my brain.
I know he’s meant to be mine, that every part of me is meant to be his, but I can’t wrap my head around how ‘we’ could allow that to happen right now.
Maybe we’ll work out in another lifetime…
“You may now kiss the bride,” the pastor suddenly announces, shattering my thoughts.
Say something, Emily. Say something, anything.
The groom wraps his arms around my mother’s waist and kisses her, permanently destroying all possibilities of me tasting the best man’s lips again.
Our chances of being together are forever lost.
He’s officially my stepbrother.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Whitney G. is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. Her books are currently published in over a dozen languages.
She lives deep in the Tennessee woods and spends most of her time drinking coffee while penning dirty-talking alpha males.
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