Excerpt from Honeymoon from Hell III
Her stomach dropped at the thought of Connor never coming back. She kept telling herself that Connor could take whatever they dished out and more, but…
What if he couldn’t?
What if they’d finally managed to break him? God, she couldn’t stomach the idea of him coming back changed, which was the only way that she could describe how most of the men came back after the initiation. She wasn’t sure that she could handle seeing a strong man like Connor flinching anytime a noise startled him or find him curled up in the corner, sobbing and muttering to himself because the memories had become too much for him to handle.
Once upon a time she may have willed that kind of hell on him, but with time and really great sex, she’d been able to get over their shared animosity. Sure, it would probably entertain her to see him dive for cover whenever the doorbell went off, but now that they were married it just seemed wrong to take immense satisfaction out of seeing someone screwing with his head.