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Drawn Series (ebook bundle)

Drawn Series (ebook bundle)

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A LOUD THUMPING rattles the glass on my window, and tears me from my sleep. Glancing at the clock beside me it reads 2am. Scrunching my face up in confusion, I climb out of bed as the banging continues. 

Cautiously, I pull the curtains to the side, my heart beating wildly in my chest as I wonder what’s going on. But, I relax a little when I see Damien standing there.

“Come outside,” he tells me through the glass. 

I sleep in a singlet and underwear, so I grab a pair of leggings and a t-shirt and put them on before heading to the front door to see what he’s doing here. 

“I hope you aren’t planning on making me train or something?” I ask, as soon as I open the door and step out onto the small landing. 

“Why didn’t you message me like I asked you to?” he responds, moving to climb the two steps that lead to my front door – to where I’m standing. 

Holding my hands up, I step backwards, wanting to keep some distance between us so I can think properly. “Don’t. I can’t think properly if you’re too close,” I admit. 

“I can’t think when you’re far away.” My heart freezes, the strain in his voice conveying my exact feelings around him. 

“What’s going on Damien? My dad didn’t ask you to watch out for me. Why are you so hell bent on protecting me? And from what?” 

He runs his hand over his head, messing up his usually neat hair. “I don’t know. I just need to. I don’t know what it is. But, you feel it too right? It’s not just me.” 

“No. It’s not just you. But, I don’t know how to deal with this. I mean, would we even work in a re–” I stop, not wanting to say the word ‘relationship’. I have no idea what this thing is right now. 

“I’ve never even been in one,” he admits, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he stands on the concrete path at the base of the stairs. “I just… I need to know you’re OK. It’s been just over a week, and I’m constantly thinking about you, and what you’re doing, and who you’re with – it’s driving me insane. I’m not sleeping, and I’ve just spent all day and most of the night trying to tell myself that it doesn’t matter that you didn’t text me. But, it does Henrietta. I can’t explain why. But, it does.”

“Why are you so worried about me?” 

“I don’t… I don’t know. I just am, and I don’t know if I can stop,” he says, once again moving toward me, in the dim light. It’s hard to make out his features, but I can see that something isn’t right. 

“Have you been fighting?” I ask, reaching up to gently touch his cheek where it appears as though he’s sucking on a wad of cotton wool. 

“I was distracted. They got in a lucky punch. I still won though.”

“Why do you do it?”

“Fight? Because I’m good at it,” he murmurs. “Normally, they don’t even get a punch in.” He shifts his stance, seemingly agitated. “Don’t you see? This is why I needed you to tell me you were home safe. When you didn’t message, I tried to call you, but your phone was off. Then when I went out, all I could think of was you, and I didn’t see the hit coming.” 

A pain lodges itself in my chest as his own distress radiates off him, causing guilt to wash over me as I realise that my actions got him hurt. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, leaning up to press a soft kiss against his cheek. “I should have messaged you. I was just being stubborn when I realised I didn’t even get to yell at you for lying to me.” 

“I told him I’d look out for you. I didn’t lie. I don’t lie Henrietta.” 

“But you avoid the truth.”

Sighing, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me against his chest, tucking my head into the crook of his neck. I breathe him in, his scent and his closeness is so intoxicating to me, making my head spin as my hormones release euphoric serotonin into my bloodstream, heightening my emotions as I wish to stay in his arms forever. 

Finally, he releases me. Kissing me in my hair as he descends the steps backwards to stand at my feet. 

“I’ll pick you up at six,” he informs me. 

“I don’t want to train Damien,” I murmur, shaking my head from side to side. “Please don’t make me.” 

“Please,” he whispers, his voice thick and his expression pained. “I need to be around you and training with you is…it’s calming. Please Henrietta. Be ready at six.” He steps away, and the sight of him retreating makes my heart lurch. I don’t want him to go. I want more of him.

“How about I go with you now? To um…your apartment – if you’d like me to of course. I mean, if I’m with you – at least you’ll know where I am… and you can sleep…” I suggest boldly, biting on my lip nervously as I wait for his response. “But, I still don’t want to train.” 

Looking up at me, he nods, his hands on his hips as the moonlight washes over his face, showing a man who doesn’t know how to handle this attraction we have. Hell – I don’t know how to handle this. It’s never happened to me before. 

As I go inside to grab my bag, my shoes, and write a note for my parents, I wonder what this is. What is it about him that’s making me so crazy to be around him? I’ve been attracted to men before – but not like this. This is something else. 

Pulling the door closed quietly, I walk down the steps and take the hand he’s offering me. Without speaking, he brings my knuckles to his lips as he leads me to his car, and buckles me in. 

As we drive back to his apartment, we’re quiet the whole time. It’s as if we’re trapped in a spell, neither of us really willing to speak for fear of breaking it. 

Once inside, I follow him to his bedroom, my heart thudding the entire time, as he moves over to the bed, and strips off the sheets. I stand by, watching him move around, depositing one set into his laundry basket and pulling a new set out of the cupboard, making up the king sized bed neatly. 

“You take the bed,” he says, breaking the silence. “I’m happy to sleep on the couch.” 

“Oh. OK,” I say, a slight pang of disappointment landing in my stomach, as he effectively breaks the spell too. “I’ll um… just use the bathroom.” 

When I left with him, I didn’t really think about what I would sleep in. I’m still wearing the singlet and panties I had on for bed, as well as the leggings and t-shirt I put on top of them. 

I relieve myself and wash my hands, splashing water on my face before I study my reflection in the mirror. I look pale, my dark auburn hair surrounds my light features, and my blue eyes appear larger than normal with dark circles from my lack of sleep, beneath them. 

I remove my leggings, hanging them on the towel rail to put back on in the morning, but I leave my shirt on. It’s long enough to be worn as a night shirt. So it will have to do. 

When I emerge from the bathroom, I notice him sitting in a pair of boxer shorts on the two seater couch he’s made up, with a spare pillow and blanket.

“How are you going to fit on that?” I ask him. 

“I’ll be fine,” he says, rising from his seat before he walks toward the bedroom. “Here, hop in,” he instructs, as he moves to the bed, pulling the sheets back and waiting for me to slide between them. 

Slipping between the cool soft cotton, I look up at him. “You know, it’s a giant bed. We could probably both fit.”

“I don’t know.” He frowns, his eyes travelling between me, the space I’ve made for him, and the couch that can be seen through the open door. 

“You’re far too tall to sleep on that couch. I don’t mind sharing. We’re just sleeping – right?” 

He nods, shifting his bulk to slide in next to me, reaching his arm around my waist and pulling me toward him. I pull my long hair around my shoulder, to keep it out of his face, at the same time exposing my neck. Delicious chills roll through my body as he plants a soft kiss on the skin of my throat. 

“Thank you,” he whispers, his arm tightening around me as he pulls me closer, kissing me softly again. 

Closing my eyes, I let out a peaceful sigh. I don’t think I have ever felt more at home than I do right now – the curve of our bodies combined, the sound of his steady breathing as he relaxes into sleep, and the firm grip of his arm, holding me, protecting me. I didn’t know how much I wanted it, or how much I needed it. Now I’m not sure how I’m going to cope without it. 

It’s not long before I’m drifting off to sleep myself, although I’m sure, that throughout the night, I keep feeling soft kisses against my shoulder – perhaps it’s just a dream. 

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***Content warning*** This is not your typical romance. This is an erotic thriller about an obsessive relationship between two people who struggle to maintain their control around each other. Its advised that readers be over 18 years of age before reading this novel due to sexual content and adult situations, including violence and abusive themes.

From the best-selling author of the Beautiful Series, comes Drawn, a powerful tale of a relationship that rides the edge of hate and love and everything in between. And a friendship, so strong and loving that it will wait through anything.

In the end, you as the reader will be asked to make a choice. Aaron, or Damien. Light, or dark. There are two endings to this story, and only YOU can decide.

Enter the world of Etta, in Drawn.

Have you ever felt so drawn to someone, that you will put up with anything to be with them? That's how I feel when I'm around him.

Most of the time, I want to hate him. I want to stay as far away from him as possible.

He's so cocky, and arrogant. And he gets in the way and tells me what to do. He's all things that I normally detest in a man. But, when we're alone... I can't even think for myself - the pull is that intense.

He's nothing like Aaron, a man who has been my closest friend for the last two years, and understood my struggles with an overbearing father who wouldn't let me out of his sight until I turned eighteen. A man who has waited for me...

But now I am eighteen, and a simple knock on a door will introduce me to a tortured soul named Damien, an artist, and a fighter, our ties run deeper than I could have imagined. This man will become my vice and knowing him will change my life forever.

I know I should run, I know I should stay away. But I can't. I don't know if l'm strong enough.

What do you do when you can’t stay away? Even when you know you should…

Full series bundle. Reminiscent of the idea put forth in the movie Sliding Doors, comes the Drawn Series, the first romance where you get to decide the outcome of a love triangle.

Do you want the bad boy or the good guy? It’s entirely up to you. And in this bundle, it’s easier than ever to choose.

Simply read Drawn and make your decision. Choose your favourite Hero. If you can’t choose, simply read through and experience the Sliding Doors effect where a different choice, a conversation left out, or a twist of fate, can send a person in a completely different direction….


Books included in the bundle:


Henrietta meets Damien, a troubled fighter with ties to her past she never even knew about. She’s torn between this broken and obsessive man and the good guy, Aaron, who’s been her biggest supporter the entire time. 

Drawn: Redemption

For readers who are Team Damien (or both)

Drawn: Obsession

For readers who are Team Aaron (or both)

Drawn2fight: Zac & Evie

Spin off with children from the previous series who get pulled into the same underground fighting ring but with bigger consequences

Drawn2fight: Hugo & Meg

The final conclusion to the drawn world filled with obsessive and taboo relationships mixed with real-world danger that will keep you squirming on the edge of your seat. 


A must read! ★★★★★ stars
This has by far been the best series I have read in over 6 months!! I loved every single second and couldn’t put it down! I loved both endings!! - Amazon Customer 

Great read!★★★★★ stars 
Great read of strength power and determination of love by two people drawn altogether as one through tough times awesome - Kindle Customer

Amazing read! Choose your own HEA or Both!★★★★★ stars 
I can't say how much i DEVOURED this book!! I loved the whole concept of being able to choose your own ending for Etta, Damien and Aaron.
My heart broke over and over again with this story no matter what the ending was - because we all know that I read every ending possible in this book. What a genius idea, Absolutely BRILLIANT!! - Lainey

FIVE Obsessive Alpha MMA fighter romances in ONE bundle

  • Angst Romance
  • Fighter Romance
  • Enemies-To-Lovers
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Etta is an 18-year-old woman who has just moved out of her parents' home and into a townhouse she is sharing with her two roommates, Kensi and Jessica. She is starting her final year of university and is excited to have her freedom after being strictly controlled by her father for years due to the tragic accidental drowning death of her older brother Craig when she was younger. 

On her first night out since moving, Etta goes with Kensi and Jessica to a Scarlet Party at her university. There, she reunites with her friend and former love interest Aaron. She also meets a mysterious man named Damien who lives in Aaron’s apartment complex. Damien makes an instant impression on Etta and they share an intense kiss on the dance floor. 

That night, Etta gets very drunk and ends up outside alone where Damien finds her passed out. He takes her back to his apartment to let her sleep it off. They share a passionate moment but he stops things from going further. The next day, Etta meets Damien's training demands reluctantly and finds herself drawn to him, struggling with her growing feelings. 

Over the following days and weeks, Etta settles into her new home and grows closer to Damien, though their relationship is complicated. She struggles with her growing attraction and also doubts about Damien's intentions and past. Meanwhile, Aaron continues to support Etta as a friend though still has feelings for her.

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