Every fiber of my being has ached for Luke from the very first moment we met. However, with my parents’ legacy of toxic obsession woven into my DNA, I know love is pain and should be avoided at all costs. I'm unloved and unlovable. Still, in moments of weakness, I allow myself to imagine what it would be like if I was the kind of woman who deserved the love of a man like him.
She is hiding in plain sight, waiting for me to find her.
Marnie has had my heart from day one, and always will. It's just a shame I couldn’t muster the words to tell her so when we first locked eyes. It's a failing I will live to regret for years to come. However, I'm determined to make things right, even if it takes me a lifetime. I need her to know she is enough. In fact, she is more than that. She is everything.
I knew as soon as he opened the door that something was different. Arlo was different. Having spent so long as a kid watching him, waiting for him to notice me, I was pretty good at reading his body language. He could often be morose, surly, and downright rude, but today was not one of those days. He was giving off strangely upbeat and positive vibes.
I shook the thought from my mind and greeted him in our normal way, gliding toward him, allowing my purse to drop to the floor with a satisfying clunk. I pressed my lips to his, kissing him firmly. Unusually, he hesitated. It was momentary, but nevertheless there and definitely out of the ordinary. I knew it wasn’t my imagination. Something was off. When he did start to kiss me, it wasn’t with his normal hunger.
I pulled back, eyeing him cautiously.
“Is something wrong, babe?”
He said nothing, just returned my stare. This was interesting. Kind of like a game of visual chicken. I had seen Arlo and Luke faceoff like this many times, but the two of us never had. Who would look away or say something first? I for one had all the time in the world to watch and wait—a small privilege of the newly unemployed.
While we stood locked in our Mexican standoff, I took the time to drink in Arlo’s appearance. He was sublime. So hard-edged and wild and masculine and… broken. And so wholeheartedly different from his twin brother. After all these years, I still marveled at how two people who were on the face of it identical could be so fundamentally dissimilar as soon as you scratched the surface and moved beyond the physical.
It was Arlo who eventually broke the stalemate, walking further into the house. As he headed down the hall in front of me, I could’ve sworn he’d even had a spring in his step, but I shook the thought from my mind. That kind of glee just wasn’t his MO. Mean and moody was far more his shtick than positive and perky.
I followed, deciding not to pay too much attention to the change in his demeanor. Instead, I stripped off my clothes as we went. I wasn’t there on a social visit; I wanted to get straight down to business, as per usual. Pretty much the only time I felt like a whole person was when Arlo and I were fucking. It was sad but true. The post-coital high was even better, and I had just wanted him inside me as quickly as possible, so I could feel good again. Much to my surprise, instead of heading toward the bedroom as normal, he moved in the opposite direction through the house. Huh?
I stopped in my tracks, perplexed about the bizarre situation unfolding before me.
I shook the thought from my mind and greeted him in our normal way, gliding toward him, allowing my purse to drop to the floor with a satisfying clunk. I pressed my lips to his, kissing him firmly. Unusually, he hesitated. It was momentary, but nevertheless there and definitely out of the ordinary. I knew it wasn’t my imagination. Something was off. When he did start to kiss me, it wasn’t with his normal hunger.
I pulled back, eyeing him cautiously.
“Is something wrong, babe?”
He said nothing, just returned my stare. This was interesting. Kind of like a game of visual chicken. I had seen Arlo and Luke faceoff like this many times, but the two of us never had. Who would look away or say something first? I for one had all the time in the world to watch and wait—a small privilege of the newly unemployed.
While we stood locked in our Mexican standoff, I took the time to drink in Arlo’s appearance. He was sublime. So hard-edged and wild and masculine and… broken. And so wholeheartedly different from his twin brother. After all these years, I still marveled at how two people who were on the face of it identical could be so fundamentally dissimilar as soon as you scratched the surface and moved beyond the physical.
It was Arlo who eventually broke the stalemate, walking further into the house. As he headed down the hall in front of me, I could’ve sworn he’d even had a spring in his step, but I shook the thought from my mind. That kind of glee just wasn’t his MO. Mean and moody was far more his shtick than positive and perky.
I followed, deciding not to pay too much attention to the change in his demeanor. Instead, I stripped off my clothes as we went. I wasn’t there on a social visit; I wanted to get straight down to business, as per usual. Pretty much the only time I felt like a whole person was when Arlo and I were fucking. It was sad but true. The post-coital high was even better, and I had just wanted him inside me as quickly as possible, so I could feel good again. Much to my surprise, instead of heading toward the bedroom as normal, he moved in the opposite direction through the house. Huh?
I stopped in my tracks, perplexed about the bizarre situation unfolding before me.
 | He’s not looking to change his bad boy ways. Arlo Jones is a bad boy billionaire rock star with the world at his feet. He lives the “sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll” lifestyle to the max, and believes in working hard and playing harder. He’s a man who always gets what he wants, especially when it comes to women. Until he meets London. She’s a damaged dancer not looking to fall. All London Llwellyn wants is to rebuild her life following the tragic car accident that robbed her of her fiancé, and ended her career as a professional ballet dancer. She’s working two jobs to scrape together the cash to set up her own studio, and reinvent herself as a photographer. The last thing she wants is to get involved. Arlo promises to always be there to catch her, but can London trust him enough to let herself fall? Full-length novel Catching London is book one in MV Ellis's rock star romance series, Heartless Few. |
 | Billionaire rocker Arlo Jones is Cold, Hard, and Heartless, and he's all yours in MV Ellis's latest novella. Get up close and personal as he learns to live, love, and give a fuck. He vowed to protect the broken shards of his heart, until she etched herself on his soul. Cold. Hard. Heartless. If I don’t rise, I can’t fall. If I don’t give, I can’t take. If I don’t love, I can’t lose. If I don’t break, I can’t heal. If I don’t care, I can’t hurt. And if I don’t expose my heart, it can’t get broken. As a boy, Arlo Jones learned that hearts could literally be broken. His shattered into a thousand tiny pieces when his dad died, and he vowed to never let that happen again. He had to be cold, hard, and heartless. As a man, he has his shtick with chicks. He's never been in love, or even in lust. He gets horny, fucks, and sends them on their way. Rinse. Repeat. It ain't broke, so no need to fix it. Until London. Meeting her is the start of something big, like the first bump of coke or hit of the pipe. From day one, the only way forward is deeper in, and there is no easy way out. If this is love, he's never going to be the same again. Cold, Hard, & Heartless is a book two in MV Ellis's rock star romance series, Heartless Few. |
 | He thought he had it all, until he met her. They say you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone, but for notorious womanizer Arlo Jones, it's a case of not knowing what you want 'til it's standing in front of you. The moment he meets London, he realizes she's the piece of the puzzle he never knew was missing, but can't live without. He does everything he can to get her, but just as he thinks she's finally ready to give in to her feelings, he's reminded how empty his life was without her in it. She thought she had a plan, until she met him. They say the best-laid plans often go awry, and for aspiring photographer London Llwellyn, that's definitely the case when she falls for Arlo. That was never part of her plan. She tries her best to avoid being pulled into his vortex, but he manages to turn her head upside down and her heart inside out. Just as she thinks she's ready to commit to forever, she's reminded of the reasons she resisted him for so long. He's pulling her closer. How long can she keep pushing him away? Book three, Pushing Arlo, is a full-length novel in MV Ellis's rock star romance series, Heartless Few. |
Twelve years, two children and a dog later, and she’s still smitten. All this with a guy she sat next to on a bus for 36 hours! She has toured internationally as a “WAG,” and her experiences inspire her writing.
Ellis’s love of romance began when she was 11 years old, after a summer spent secretly reading her auntie’s books. She’s been a sucker for an alpha hero and strong heroine ever since.
An avid reader, Ellis always knew she’d write a book of her own one day. She was right about that. Following a career spanning advertising, marketing, and social media, she finally wrote Catching London in 2017.
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