Two Men

One Woman

Two Devastatingly Wrong Choices

All Cassandra Green has wanted since high school was to marry Christopher, the man of her dreams, have his babies and live happily ever after.

But after one terrible night showed Cass the depths of depravity that her new husband had sunk too, and the dark side he’d hidden from her, those dreams were obliterated in an explosion of cruel betrayal, tears and heartache.

For Jeremy, the man who has loved her all of his life and has been unable to get over her, a fateful incident gives him the second chance at happiness that he’s been craving.

But is he able to get out of a situation of his own making to claim his one shot at true happiness?

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*** For mature audiences only: 18+ Contains frequent strong profanity, violence, drug use and sex scenes.

Certain aspects of this story may be upsetting, or offensive to some readers.

Contains scenes of cheating, domestic/verbal abuse.

Story contains Aussie slang/idioms. ***

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Random teaser from Chapter 8: Crossroads.


“How’s my favourite girl going?” Chris inquired, taking his eyes off the moving flow of traffic to flash me a beaming smile.

I laughed, my body humming with pleasure as he touched our hands gently to the small podge of our growing baby as he added, his voice soft and full of love, “Hello son, it’s your daddy.”

“Son?” I smiled, melting at the mental image of cradling a newborn mini-Chris in my arms. All blue-eyed, long-lashed and feisty like his daddy, a wild cap of silky dark hair covering his tiny head. I cleared my throat before I said softly, “How do you know it’s a boy? HE could be a SHE, you know?” I teased, squeezing his fingers. “We won’t know the sex for at least another month, you do know this, don’t you?”

He grunted. “Christ Almighty Cass. A girl! A teenage girl! Fuck me blind. I’m gonna be spending the rest of my life threatening the shit outa all of those horny smartarse punks that come sniffin’ ‘round. If she’s half as beautiful as you, and I have no doubts of that, it’ll be like a mosh pit at our front door.”

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CROSSROADS teaser: Chapter #6 : Jeremy.


Racing up the highway, putting as much distance between Wendall Bay and myself, I didn’t give a flying fuck about rogue ‘Roos hopping across the road in front of me; I didn’t even give two shits if the cops pulled me over. And, in all truth the latter was more of a probability than some kamikaze-Kangaroo trying to hitch a ride on my Harley’s handlebars.

The wind roared past my helmet, its whooshing accompanied by the rhythmic chink-chink of night bugs as they exploded on my visor. The sounds of their last flights echoed through my helmet, as I cruised up one of many hill climbs placed between here and home.

Truck lights loomed up out of the darkness in front of me and my hand tightened on the throttle. Rolling my wrist a fraction, I subtly leaned sideways. Beneath my layers of t-shirt and leather, my heart-rate jacked up as my bike whipped out into the overtaking lane, smoothly passing a convoy of three slow-as-a-wet-week labouring semis like they were standing still.

Within seconds they were fading headlights in my side mirrors as I placed more distance between us.

Once again, the stretch of road before me fell dark, it’s inky emptiness only dissected by the solitary arrow of my high-beam, or a passing run of oncoming headlights.



jeremy and bike