“There's a million things I could say about this story and it would still not be enough to convey how much this story reached inside my mind, heart, and soul.” - A Darlin’ Doll and her Books
Weston Bradford entered my world in a whirlwind.
Or, more accurately, during a torrential downpour.
After our brief encounter, I didn't think I'd ever see him again. Not in a city the size of Atlanta.
Until I agree to take on a historic home renovation and learn the owner is none other than the same Weston Bradford.
We're as opposite as two people can be, but there's no denying the spark between us that grows stronger every day.
But my past has left me broken and scarred, forcing me to erect walls around myself. That doesn't seem to deter Wes, though. He's more than happy to scale those walls to possess the one thing I swore I'd never give another person again -- my heart.
When the past collides with my present in an unexpected way, will he stand by my side and weather the storm threatening to destroy everything? Or will he abandon me like everyone else in my life?
Praise for the Possession Duet
"Raw, intense, real, and brutally honest." - Author K.S. Rochell
"This book is one that will stick with me for a very long time." - Goodreads Reviewer
"WOW!! This read is in a league of its own, and worthy of 6 stars! This is not your typical opposites attract, interracial romance. The author hit a home run with this complex, bittersweet, and thought-provoking story." - Devilishly Dirty Book Blog
"If you read anything this year, READ THIS BOOK." - Goodreads Reviewer
"This friends-to-lovers story will keep you engrossed, hurt your heart a little with the negative effects of our society standards, and make you feel joy and happiness." - Goodreads Reviewer
"There's a million things I could say about this story and it would still not be enough to convey how much this story reached inside my mind, heart, and soul." - A Darlin' Doll and her Books
"This book is beautifully written. T.K. Leigh has proven herself, again, as a master storyteller." - Goodreads Reviewer
"Possession beautifully deals with topics that I think many others would have avoided, but they aren't glossed over, they aren't glamorized and that is what makes this story so much more." - Book Addict Reviews
"This book is real and raw and so bold. Possession will take you for one heck of a ride. The love, the loss, the struggles and the angst! Oh the angst!" - Goodreads Reviewer
"It's romance with depth, with emotion, that pulls these incredible feelings from you that make you really step back and take a hard look at your own life." - We Like Them Dark Blog
"As always, this author has presented extremely difficult subject matter with style and grace. This story is heart wrenching yet beautiful. It's ultimately a story of healing and hope." - Goodreads Reviewer
“I barely know a goddamn thing about you, but I know this.” I come to a stop in front of her once more. “I can’t let you push me away without a reason.” I lick my lips, the humid air causing sweat to dot my brow. “So I’m going to ask you again.” I lean toward her. “Why are you doing this?”
She searches my eyes, turmoil covering her expression. She pulls her lip between her teeth to stop her chin from quivering. “Because this will never work, Wes.”
“Because it won’t!” she exclaims, becoming increasingly frustrated.
“Why?” I ask again, not backing down. “Is it because I’m white and you’re black?”
She opens her mouth, as if about to argue it’s not, as I expect her to. Instead, she takes the out I’ve given her.
“Yes.” She lifts her chin, but her eyes don’t lock on mine, the telltale sign she’s still not being honest with me. “It is.”
I stare at her, wanting her to crack under my penetrating gaze. But she doesn’t, remaining steadfast in her resolve.
Heaving a sigh, I back down, my posture deflating as I scrub a hand over my face, defeated. “I’d stand in the rain with you, ya know,” I muse absentmindedly.
I shrug. “Another Gampy pearl of wisdom. Do you know how he knew Meemaw was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with?”
She subtly shakes her head, and I grow hopeful when she steps closer to me.
“Because she stood in the rain with him. They’d gotten caught in a squall. He offered her his umbrella, but she refused. Said if he was wet, she wanted to be, too.”
“How did that help?” she asks, her expression softening into one of curiosity.
“It was at that moment he knew she wouldn’t run for shelter from whatever storm they faced.”
She blinks, but doesn’t say anything.
“You may be a goddamn hurricane, Londyn…,” I begin, my voice overcome with passion, “but I will weather any storm with you. If you’d just give me a chance. That’s all I’m asking for. Just a chance to prove to you that I am a good person. That I am worth the risk. That I am worthy of your time, your trust.”