Victor: Her Ruthless Crush by Theodora Taylor (beach read book TXT) 📕

car’s tinted window.

So, I did too.

Outside, a busy street rolled by, lined with the large brick and columns buildings I’d become used to seeing all the time in New England. But I didn’t think we were still in Western Massachusetts. The streets were a little wider here, filled with a few more cars.

Victor started signing again. “We have made it to our destination.”

As if to punctuate his words, the car pulled to a smooth stop in front of a building with the words PROVIDENCE TOWN HALL engraved across it.

Strangely, I still remembered the signs for both the city and the state. I’d spoken about my dreams with Victor so often, they had become permanently engraved in my memory. But I was too shocked to use either of them when I asked, “What are we doing in Providence, Rhode Island?”

Again, he didn't answer, at least not with signs. He reached into his pocket and brought out a small silk-covered square box. When he popped open, I found a band, a stripe of black onyx, sandwiched between two bars of stainless steel.

“I… I don't understand,” I said, looking from the ring box to him.

Victor’s eyes flashed, electric and black. Then he set the ring box down to sign two words in CSL. Two words I understood, even after all this time and rust.

“You” and “will.”

The Story Continues in

VICTOR: HER RUTHLESS OWNER

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Oh my gosh, thank you so, so very much for reading the first book in the VICTOR trilogy.

The May of my senior year of college, I found myself in the opposite situation as Dawn. All of the grad school programs I’d applied to had sent back rejections. I had a vague notion about trying law school in a couple of years, but none of the law firms I’d interviewed with offered me a position. By the time I walked across the graduation stage of my own women’s college, I had one solitary job offer: a position teaching English in Japan that I’d randomly applied to because why not?

“So, I guess I’m going to Japan,” I glumly told my friends, who all seemed to have shiny jobs, paid internships, grad school acceptance letters, and a life path pointed in a solid direction.

I took an LSAT study guide with me to Osaka, where I was assigned by the teaching program, but never opened it. After a lifetime of being a good girl, I partied, drank, kissed boys, spent all my paychecks as soon as I got them, and made all the mistakes. I traveled all over the Eastern hemisphere but weirdly never managed to make it up to Tokyo. And when I was too broke to go out, I wrote the script that would eventually get me into a graduate Dramatic Writing program.

For a long time after I returned from Japan, I called it “my lost year” because nothing really happened. It didn’t move my life forward. It was just this weird blip of a twelve months.

Seventeen years after my lost year, this story about two foreigners who meet in Tokyo came to me rather dramatically. I was on my annual multi-day “mom’s hike” through the same Pacific Northwest rain forest where the Twilight series was set when Victor and Dawn downloaded into my head like they’d been waiting for just the right moment. Luckily, I’d brought a notebook with me because I ended up spending nearly all of my free time on that big hike outlining the origin story of this epic couple.

Looking back on it, I see that my time in Japan wasn’t a lost year at all. I still have dreams where I’m suddenly back in Osaka. The country calls to me like a friend I’ll never forget. And now that we’ve become a nomadic family, my oldest is campaigning hard for us to spend a season or two in Japan.

Also, that script I wrote during my broke weeks set me on a new path of becoming a career writer.

I felt so sad and dejected at my college graduation. I thought I was a total failure. But now I’m so grateful that moving to a completely foreign country was my only post-college job option. Besides, I know SO many romance writers with law degrees. We all ended up in the same place.

Where we were meant to be.

I’ve had such a fantastic time finally getting to Tokyo through Victor and Dawn. And I can't wait for you to read the second part of their story. Victor and Dawn were just kids when they fell in love, but they’re adults now. And what happens next will have you gobbling up the pages.

Until then….

So much love,

Theodora Taylor

P.S. – If you’re wondering about Luca Ferraro, that story’s a reader favorite. Check out his free preview novella, WICKED PRINCE.

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About the Author

Theodora Taylor writes hot books with heart. When not reading, writing, or reviewing, she enjoys spending time with her amazing family, going on date nights with her wonderful husband, and attending parties thrown by others.