Book Series by J.L. Seegars

SloaneDominic Alexander is my late husband's best friend and the last man on Earth that I should want. He's arrogant, dismissive, and up until recently has only ever used those dark eyes of his to look right through me. For the last ten years, he's taken a sick pleasure in making me feel paper thin, like my entire existence is of no consequence to him at all.But now, things are different.After one drunken night, and a surprisingly sexy act of heroism, he's started to be...nice... moreSloaneDominic Alexander is my late husband's best friend and the last man on Earth that I should want. He's arrogant, dismissive, and up until recently has only ever used those dark eyes of his to look right through me. For the last ten years, he's taken a sick pleasure in making me feel paper thin, like my entire existence is of no consequence to him at all.But now, things are different.After one drunken night, and a surprisingly sexy act of heroism, he's started to be...nice. Treating me like something other than the physical embodiment of his annoyance, which would be nice if it didn't make me feel all the things I swore to never feel for another man after my husband died.DominicSloane Kent is going to be my undoing.What's worse: I think I'm going to enjoy being unravelled by the gold flecks in her hazel eyes and the adorable little way she scrunches her nose up when we're arguing, which we've done a lot of over the past decade. She thinks it's because I hate her, and I've always let her think that because the alternative is...untenable.But something is changing between us, and I don't know how to stop myself from breaking every promise I've ever made to myself regarding my best friend's wife. Promises that include never telling her that there's a long list of things I feel about her, but hate isn't one of them.___________________________________Restore Me is an enemies to lovers romance about forbidden romance and love after loss. It is the first book in the New Haven Series—an interconnected, series of stand-alone novels. less

Mallory Hope is a dangerous thing. It holds you close like a lover, whispering promises it never intends to keep, and just as soon as you relax into its arms, it lets you go. Sending you spinning into an abyss of nothingness. When I sent him away four years ago, he promised he would come back to me, and even as I asked him not to, I hoped that he would. Hope. I tucked it deep inside of me, underneath the scars of our before, beside the dreams of our after. Hidden like contraband... moreMallory Hope is a dangerous thing. It holds you close like a lover, whispering promises it never intends to keep, and just as soon as you relax into its arms, it lets you go. Sending you spinning into an abyss of nothingness. When I sent him away four years ago, he promised he would come back to me, and even as I asked him not to, I hoped that he would. Hope. I tucked it deep inside of me, underneath the scars of our before, beside the dreams of our after. Hidden like contraband. Guarded like a treasure. Broken like every promise that ever fell from his lips and hit my ears. Eventually, I got tired of hoping, of waiting for him, and I plunged my hands inside my own heart, ripping past scar tissue and muscle, veins and arteries to root it out. Hope. He conspired with it to make a fool of me, and when I freed myself from it, exorcised that pointless dream, I promised myself that no one would get the chance to do that to me again. Then, and only then, did he appear. My promise, a spell that conjured him. My determination, a challenge. My heart, the only prize he hopes to win.ChristopherLife without Mallory Kent has taught me that time doesn’t heal wounds. It turns them into scars. Jagged tissue that grows around your pain, covering it with raised skin that will never again be smooth to the touch. My first scar formed when I was just a child. Too young to fully understand what my mother’s loss would mean for my life but old enough to remember the echo of the pain inside my empty chest. It was a unique agony. One I never expected to feel again. But that was before I loved her. Before I let things that had nothing to do with us cost me everything. It’s been four years since I decided to honor her request to stay away. To move on with my life and give her a chance to move on with hers. And she might not agree, but it was more than enough time for us to try and do the impossible. The only thing our time apart has done is remind me that wherever she is, is where I’m supposed to be. Now I just have to make her believe it. less

NadiaI expect nothing.From life, from God, from men.I don’t hope or want or pray. Those are luxuries I can’t afford when I’m doing the desperate math of survival while walking the tight rope of life on the run in a strange city. New Haven wasn’t supposed to be a fresh start. That would be asking too much from a life that took my parents from me and left me vulnerable to monsters. To be used but not loved. To be kept but not cherished... moreNadiaI expect nothing.From life, from God, from men.I don’t hope or want or pray. Those are luxuries I can’t afford when I’m doing the desperate math of survival while walking the tight rope of life on the run in a strange city. New Haven wasn’t supposed to be a fresh start. That would be asking too much from a life that took my parents from me and left me vulnerable to monsters. To be used but not loved. To be kept but not cherished.I’d accepted my fate, settled in it like sore feet in a pair of ill fitted heels, but then he walked into my life and released me from the prison of my past, leaving me free to hope, to want, to love.SebastianI didn’t know I was looking for anything until I was looking at her.And since the moment she came into my view, I haven’t been able to look away. There’s something sad behind her eyes. Something desperate in the way she moves through the world. Like the devil is on her heels and she doesn’t know whether to run or stay and fight.Other people’s problems aren’t usually something I have time for, but for her I’ll make time. For her, I’ll stand and fight. I’ll make her battles my battles, her dreams my dreams, and her safety my top priority. less