Surrender to Love

By: J. C. Valentine


This series has truly been a labor of love. It started off as something small and daring, and exploded into a full-on series. I am astounded by its success, and I have all of you, my readers, to thank. THANK YOU! I know it sounds cliché, but I really could not have done it without all of you.

I have to thank my husband. He has been such a driving force throughout this whole process. The times when I had my face pressed to a computer screen, or when he had to order in because I couldn’t pry myself away from a scene, are too many to count, but his support means the world to me. He’s just as much a part of this crazy train as I am, and for that I REALLY can’t thank him enough.

While writing this book, I have had the pleasure of meeting many great people, but there are a few who I got to work closely with that I absolutely cannot leave out. My editor, Rogena, because she is made of awesome. No, really, she is. Kim for helping organize my thoughts and managing the craziness. Finally, my incredibly awesome beta readers, Dawn and Jennifer. Had it not been for your incredible speed-reading skills and attention to detail, this book would be a hot mess. You ladies are hands down the most amazing people to work with! XOXOX

“Never be afraid of a scar. It simply means you were stronger than whatever tried to hurt you.” ~Unknown


“Patti? Shit!” Kyle flew off the bed, scooping up a pair of discarded jeans and stumbling out of the bedroom as he tried to dress himself. “Patti, wait!”

Charging into the living room, Patti scooped up her purse as she blew through the front door. She fumbled for the right key, unable to see clearly through the red haze covering her eyes. “Screw you, Kyle!” she shouted over her shoulder. A couple leaped out of her way as she stormed down the stairs, and cut them off on the sidewalk heading to her car.

“It’s not what you think!” Kyle called after her, even as he struggled to hoist up his jeans. He jogged up behind her and slammed his hand down on the door of her car, just as she began to open it, forcing it shut.

“Then what is it?” Patti shouted, rounding on him. She felt the heat of her fury boiling in her blood as she fought with everything she had in her not to slaughter him like the pig he was. “Was that not a woman I just caught you ramming your dick into? Huh?” She shoved him, momentarily satisfied when he stumbled back. It wasn’t an easy feat to manage considering he stood several inches taller than she did and outweighed her by at least sixty pounds. Hell hath no fury, she laughed to herself.

“Baby, come on,” Kyle said as if he were trying to calm a vicious animal. “You know I love you.” He stepped into her and encircled her waist. “She means nothing to me, baby doll. It was a mistake.”

Patti silently fumed as Kyle drew her up against his bare chest and kissed the top of her head. She didn’t have to close her eyes to envision Kyle’s bare ass flexing as he pounded into the faceless woman. Every detail was clear as a damn bell. The only thing notable about the woman was the glimpse Patti caught of her long, lean legs wrapped firmly around Kyle’s hips before Patti grabbed the only weapon available to her—a pair of tacky stripper heels—and whipped them as hard as she could at the back of Kyle’s head.

She stayed only long enough to make sure she hit her target before getting the hell out of Dodge. The last thing she expected was to have the lying cheat run after her. Putting in overtime at the office? What an idiot she was.

Balling her hands into fists at her sides, Patti squeezed her eyes shut as Kyle continued to feed sweet nothings in her ear. Fuck, she could smell the bitch’s perfume on his skin, and it was designer knock-off. Talk about adding insult to injury.

Unable to take it anymore, Patti jolted back. “Don’t touch me,” she snarled. “Don’t you ever put your hands on me again.” She shoved against his chest once more, and he allowed her to set him back a few steps.

“What the hell is your problem, Patti?” Kyle’s face screwed up in disgust.

“Is that a serious question? You’re my problem, Kyle. Catching you between another woman’s legs is my problem!”

“I said it was a mistake! What more do you want from me?” he shouted and held out his arms, his wrists facing the sky. “Do I need to give you a bucket of my blood for you to understand that I didn’t mean it? Shit, I’m sorry!”

Patti rolled her eyes at his dramatic display. “Oh, please. You love yourself too much to bleed for anyone, much less me. And don’t for one second think I believe that you’re sorry about a damn thing.” She pointed her finger in his face and glared. “You showed your true colors today, buster. You’re lucky I didn’t go Lorena Bobbitt on your ass.”

Kyle took another step back, eying her warily. “You’re fucking crazy. You don’t threaten a man’s dick, ever.”

Patti couldn’t hold back her laugh. “There’s not much there to threaten.”

Kyle glared and threw up his hands. “Whatever, bitch. Consider yourself dumped.”