Yours: A Forever After Novella

BOOK: Yours: A Forever After Novella



A Forever After Novella ~ By Natasha Thomas


Copyright © 2016 by Natasha Thomas
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eBook Published and any subsequent printing done and developed in Australia

First Released, September 23
, 2016

Natasha Thomas
Sydney, Australia



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This book is a work of fiction and is written to be taken as such.


Characters, names, road names, motorcycle clubs, places, businesses, towns, events, and incidents are a product of the author’s own thoughts, and imagination. As such, any resemblance to persons living, or dead, actual events, or incidents, the past, present, or future, is purely coincidental and is not in any way intended to offend, upset, or disturb person/s reading its content.


This book is intended for mature audiences aged 18 and over. It contains content that may be viewed as disturbing for some readers, graphic sexual scenes and references, coarse language, and violence.





Wow, I really thought I wasn’t going to finish this one in time. These characters took me on so many crazy detours it was hard to decipher where they wanted me to go. But hey, Lyric, Harleigh and I got there in the end, and that’s all that matters.


You’re probably getting sick of me saying this by now, but too bad. My husband deserves a big thank you for each and every book I publish for being so patient and keeping the bed warm for me. I might not spend a lot of time in it, but it's good to know my human furnace is looking out for me. Love you honey xxx


My team of amazing BETA readers; Jamie – who is also my pimp post Angel – Angie, Linda, Cheryl, and my newest addition, Kelly, you ladies rock! I always love hearing your feedback and finding ways to improve my storylines. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for loving my books enough to read for me. I will never be able to adequately express what it means to me that you take time out of your busy lives to help me live my dream. 


A big shout out goes to Belinda Battles, creative illustrator extraordinaire, who is the mastermind behind Forever After’s covers. I know it was a rush, but thank you for creating something amazing so quickly.


And of course, to the long-suffering, Micha; relax. I’m kindly giving you a two-week reprieve from having to deal with my crazy ass before I send you the next round of emails. Take a Valium, drink a mojito, and go get laid. You’re far too uptight for a man of your age. Regardless of the fact that we drive each other insane, and I’m sure you’re harboring homicidal thoughts about me, you know I love you to pieces.


Thank you, thank you, thank you to all of the blogs, reviewers and Facebook pages that help to promote and market my books. You guys are awesome and deserve more credit than you are given on any day ending in Y.


To my truly awesome readers. I say it all the time, but I couldn’t keep doing this without you. Thank you for all your kind words and encouragement; I love reading your messages and emails. You guys keep me going when I’m tired and un-caffeinated, thinking about how best to destroy my laptop so I don’t have to look at it for a second longer. So on behalf of me and my computer, thank you from the bottom of my heart. xxx 




For Liberty…

You are someone to be cherished, and I’m honored to call you my friend.




~ Lyric ~


Lots of stories start the same way; with a brief glimpse into how it all began or a detailed recount of the hero or heroine’s life up until this particular point. Straight up, that shit is boring as fuck.


No one wants to read about how boy met girl, crushed on her from afar, had wet dreams that lasted years before he manned up and told her how he feels about her. You also don’t want to read about the days where nothing happened. When time felt like it stood still as the hero of the story waited for the girl to wake up and see what was staring her in the face all along.


That’s why I’m going to do this differently. I’m not going to ease you into it nice and slow like a cock finding its way home for the first time. Instead, I plan to start off how I mean to continue; raw, gritty, a little bit nasty, and with brutal honesty.


Twenty-six years ago, I had my first brush with an angel. She was tiny, fragile, and just the sight of her had every protective instinct a two-year-old kid could possibly have flaring to life. Everything about my angel screamed perfection. But little did I know at the time, that perfection would only mature into something so flawless, so precious my world would be knocked off its axis never to be righted again.


Harleigh Blaine Scott was born at seven oh two in the morning on the fourteenth of February twenty-six years ago. All five and a half pounds and seventeen inches of her was destined to be my game changer the moment she drew her first breath.


Her mom and dad, Fury and Avery didn’t know it then, and I doubt they’d agree if you asked them now, but Harleigh was always meant to be mine. They may be the ones who raised her, put a roof over her head, clothes on her back, and food in her belly, but I was the one who would take care of her for the rest of her life.


I knew that when I was two. I was sure of it when I was twelve. The day I turned sixteen and looked Harleigh in the eyes, I promised it. But it wasn’t until I lost her that I realized how little any of that meant.


You can pledge your loyalty and devotion to someone. You can promise to honor and cherish them every day for the rest of your life. You can forsake all others, vowing only to love them and only them until you close your eyes for the last time. But what you can’t do is force someone to do the same in return.


The love I feel for Harleigh is limitless. There are no words to describe the intensity of my feelings every time I look into her jade green eyes. I could tell you my heart beats only to see her smile, that my pulse races at the sound of her laugh, and my cock thickens when I smell the barest hint of her scent, and it would all be true. But it wouldn’t be the whole truth. Not even close.


There’s a whole lot more to my obsession with the only girl I could ever or have ever loved, and it begins and ends with this…


Eight years ago, my inherently misguided thought processes weren’t all that different than they are today. In my mind, possession is nine-tenths of the law; ergo, if I put a ring on it, then Harleigh would be mine, and I would be hers forever. So that’s what I did.


Harleigh Blaine Scott became, Harleigh Blaine Williams in a quickie ceremony presided over by a local judge that could be bought with a few hundred bucks. There were no witnesses, no one to stand up beside us, and our families were never told. It was between Harleigh and me, the only two people who mattered and I was good with that.


But that was then, and this is now. Nothing and everything had changed since the day I married Harleigh.


She is still my wife, I still love the hell out of her, and there is still nothing I wouldn’t do to see her happy every day for the rest of her life. Except this. Except for the one thing she’s been asking of me for the last three and a half years; a divorce.










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