To the outside world, Samantha “Sammy” Eastwood is just your ordinary girl. Grade A student, aspiring journalist, and an introvert who’d much prefer to stay home reading than have a night out partying. However, Sammy has a secret not a soul can ever know about – she’s the founder of Love, Anonymous, an anonymous love letter page for her peers on campus are obsessed with.
And it all started because of him. Byron Ashford, her former childhood best friend. Law student by day, PT by night. The player who unknowingly broke her heart.
When Sammy ghosted Byron a year ago, it had almost broken him. No text, no note – nothing to explain what had gone wrong. Crossing paths again in the most unlikely of places, Byron becomes determined to win back his best friend, no matter what it takes. He’ll pose as her project partner and write some sappy romance story. He’ll fake date her roommate just for a chance to see her face. Hell, he’ll even give up pursuing other women, if she agrees to his proposal.
Their new arrangement seems to satisfy them both…until it doesn’t.
Will their relationship survive when the secrets and revelations of Love, Anonymous come to light? Will Byron forgive Sammy for running away when he discovers the reason she left? Can a simple love letter bring these two soulmates back together?
“I just don’t want to be another obligation for you,” I told him truthfully. “You’re life is so busy already without you trying to squish in a booty call every other night just because I’m feeling horny.”
“That’s exactly what I want to do, though, Samantha,” he replied, brushing my hair behind my ear and letting his fingers linger against my cheek. “Pleasuring you is not an obligation — it’s a God-damn honour and one I want to have the privilege of doing over and over and over.
“I’m not going to get enough of you anytime soon, princess, so when I say tell me what you want and when you want, don’t hold back on me. Think of me as the new little toy you whip out whenever you have the urge to climax. You want a release, you call me. You crave being touched, you call me. Got it?”
“Byron, you’d be seeing me daily if I did that,” I remarked dryly. I mightn’t have slept around, but whether he believe it or not, I had a higher sex drive than I let on.
His lips grew wide like a Cheshire Cat. “Oh, I do hope you mean that, princess.”
Keighley Bradford is an Australian romance author and creative industries professional based in Newcastle NSW. She has a Master’s of Creative Industries, specializing in Writing, Publishing, and Marketing. Her background is in creative writing, arts administration, copywriting and editing, and social media marketing. She is passionate about supporting the arts community, working and volunteering in the Hunter literary scene at festivals and local writers’ organizations. Keighley is undoubtedly a perfectionist who spends most of her time stuck behind her laptop working. Over the years, her short fiction pieces have been published and won several awards. In her spare time, you’ll find her drinking hot coffee at a local cafe, or binge-watching a new series on Netflix.