This Love Hurts Series by W. Winters

An epic tale of both betrayal and all-consuming love...Marcus, the villain.Cody Walsh, the FBI agent who knows too much.And Delilah, the lawyer caught in between.This is the third and final book in the This Love Hurts trilogy.

USA Today Best Selling Author, Willow Winters, brings you an all-consuming, gripping romance featuring an epic, anti-hero you won't soon forget."The emotions Willow evokes in this are on another level. This small glimpse into the world of Marcus is thrilling, chilling, a little bit sweet and a whole lot of just wow. You won’t want to miss this one." - Ky Reads RomanceAn epic tale of both betrayal and all-consuming love...Marcus, the villain.Cody Walsh, the FBI agent who knows too much... moreUSA Today Best Selling Author, Willow Winters, brings you an all-consuming, gripping romance featuring an epic, anti-hero you won't soon forget."The emotions Willow evokes in this are on another level. This small glimpse into the world of Marcus is thrilling, chilling, a little bit sweet and a whole lot of just wow. You won’t want to miss this one." - Ky Reads RomanceAn epic tale of both betrayal and all-consuming love...Marcus, the villain.Cody Walsh, the FBI agent who knows too much.And Delilah, the lawyer caught in between.This is the complete This Love Hurts trilogy in one collection."Riveting, all-consuming and absolutely addictive." - Amz, The Sassy Nerd BlogHe enters the car accompanied by a chill from the evening wind and the car rocks gently until he's seated behind me and the door is shut. His scent fills my lungs first and as it does, I remember that I've been told that smell is the sense that holds the most memory. Maybe I read it somewhere, but I've never known something to be truer than that fact is now.When I open my eyes, his chilling gaze is on mine in the rearview mirror and my treacherous heart chokes me in an attempt to escape. It hovers at the base of my throat, pounding viciously in protest. I did always love him. There wasn't a moment that I didn't love him. He knows that. He has to know that I still love him; we just simply couldn't be together. We decided. We decided together. "You said you'd let me go," I whisper, speaking over my strangled breaths. My gaze never leaves his, even as tears prick my eyes. Not until he answers me. "I changed my mind." less