Just My Luck

<p>A new 'enemies-to-lovers' romance by Celine L.A. Simpson. Dark dirty witty and steaming hot. Perfect for fans of <strong><em>Ana Huang Emily Henry Tessa Bailey and Emily McIntire.</em></strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong><em>____________________</em></strong></p><p><strong><em><span>??</span></em></strong></p><h3><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Lucky.</strong></h3><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Cole Thompson used to wish for my downfall. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>He took every opportunity to break me to best me. But this man? This was not the Cole I remember from my youth. Not the kind kid that played with me in my backyard and certainly not the infuriating boy who had eventually realised that he had only been born with one purpose: to challenge me in every aspect of my life.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>This man was self-made dripping with the proof of how he climbed that ladder of success. And he was beautiful. </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Too</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> beautiful.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>It was really too bad he was still hell bent on breaking me. He thinks he can now that I'm the lucky girl without her luck now that I'm at the bottom while he looks on from above.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>What he doesn't know is that luck or no I'll break him first.</span></p><p><br></p><h3><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Cole.</strong></h3><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>It was clear and clean before what I'd wanted from Lucky Peters. I'd wanted her to suffer. I wanted her to see me standing at the top of the world she had insisted on taking from me time and time again and I wanted her to </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>beg</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> me for mercy. I wanted to hold every single part of her in my hands. Her happiness her freedoms her career her life. I wanted her to look at me and</span></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>know</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> what it was like to be powerless. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>That was all I had wanted. But that was then.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>This is now.</span></p><p><br></p>