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THE PIERCED HEARTS DUET- PROLOGUE REVEALS!

THE PIERCED HEARTS DUET IS COMPLETE THIS TUESDAY, MAY 14TH!!!   Checkout the advance reader reviews below! Grab this binge worthy contemporary romance duet- Book One Choosing Us today just in time to read Choosing You the conclusion Tuesday!!! Still not convinced?!? Scroll down to read the exclusive prologues for both books! Happy Reading <3- M. Robinson xoxox

THE PIERCED HEARTS DUET IS COMPLETE THIS TUESDAY, MAY 14TH!!!

Checkout the advance reader reviews below! Grab this binge worthy contemporary romance duet- Book One Choosing Us today just in time to read Choosing You the conclusion Tuesday!!! Still not convinced?!? Scroll down to read the exclusive prologues for both books! Happy Reading <3- M. Robinson xoxox

Choosing You is the riveting conclusion to the Pierced Hearts duet, and it’s a love story that you won’t forget - intensely emotional, utterly swoon-worthy, and downright mind-blowing. These characters will make a lasting impact on your heart. All. The. Feels.  -Mary Dubé, Frolic Media   A perfect follow up to book one with double the angst and triple the tension. Choosing You is a soul searing journey of hope and forgiveness, reminding us that even when love is lost it can again be found. - Top 15 Amazon Bestseller Author Meagan Brandy   I have completely fell under M. Robinson’s spell. Choosing You pulls you in, breaks your heart and has you mesmerized. With her vivid and endearing prose, M. Robinson leaves you completely and utterly shattered. Simply put, this book is everything that you want a novel to be- an extraordinary emotional punch that leaves you breathless and yearning for more.  -Michelle Tan, Four Chicks Flipping Pages    M. Robinson’s angst filled duet is life affirming love at its best! Aiden and Camila have a bond deeper than all their wounds combined. Their worlds colliding without notice at the hands of the unsuspected. Get ready for the attraction of her most heart racing, pulse pounding love like no other!! -  Author Leaona Luxx

Choosing You is the riveting conclusion to the Pierced Hearts duet, and it’s a love story that you won’t forget - intensely emotional, utterly swoon-worthy, and downright mind-blowing. These characters will make a lasting impact on your heart. All. The. Feels. -Mary Dubé, Frolic Media

A perfect follow up to book one with double the angst and triple the tension. Choosing You is a soul searing journey of hope and forgiveness, reminding us that even when love is lost it can again be found. -Top 15 Amazon Bestseller Author Meagan Brandy

I have completely fell under M. Robinson’s spell. Choosing You pulls you in, breaks your heart and has you mesmerized. With her vivid and endearing prose, M. Robinson leaves you completely and utterly shattered. Simply put, this book is everything that you want a novel to be- an extraordinary emotional punch that leaves you breathless and yearning for more. -Michelle Tan, Four Chicks Flipping Pages

M. Robinson’s angst filled duet is life affirming love at its best! Aiden and Camila have a bond deeper than all their wounds combined. Their worlds colliding without notice at the hands of the unsuspected. Get ready for the attraction of her most heart racing, pulse pounding love like no other!! - Author Leaona Luxx

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“I just don’t know who you are anymore!” she screamed out with pure hatred dripping from her voice.
In her eyes.
In her fucking soul.
Her fists slammed into my chest with a hard thud, but I barely wavered. I’d take every blow, every yell, every single goddamn thing she delivered.
Her pain.
Her sadness.
Her desire to let go and just be. 
It was all clear as day, glaring right at me.
The fear in my mind grew at a rapid speed, corrupting the only vacant spaces left of my being. The unease festering inside me was far greater than anything I’d ever known or felt.
It took over as I stepped toward her, instantly blocked by an imaginary wall she had built so high, it would simply crush her the moment I tried to knock it down.  
Caving us both in.
“Get away from me! Just get away from me!”
She was slipping further away from the life we fought so hard for.
Everything we wanted.
Everything we needed.
Everything we prayed for time and time again was disappearing like a thief in the night.
Willingly taking the love of my life with it.
“Bailey … please … please don’t say that. I’m begging you…” I extended my hand, but she immediately pulled away as if the words she spewed were in fact our reality.
Leaving me far behind.
I ran my hands through my disheveled hair, yearning to rip it out of my head. “Bailey, ple—”
“No! No! No! No!” she wholeheartedly repeated, placing her hands over her ears. Backing into the wall with nothing but her sobs and desperate pleas filling the small space between us.
Wrecking the fuck out of me.
“I don’t want you anywhere near me! Go away! Just go away!”
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t fucking breathe.
“Bailey, just calm down! Calm the fuck down and let me—”
“I don’t want you near me! I don’t need you! I want nothing from you but for you to leave me alone!”
“Bay, you know I can’t do that,” I strongly conveyed, trying to steady my tone. Compose myself, catch my bearings, knowing it would help bring her back to me in the end. “Beauty—”
“Stop calling me that! That’s not my name!” She reached for the first thing in sight and chucked it at me. Her rage completely taking over.
I let the glass hit my shoulder, hoping it would help her find truth through the lies.
“I don’t know you anymore! Why can’t you understand that I don’t want anything to do with you! Nothing!”
“Don’t push me, Bay. You don’t mean that. You don’t fucking mean that. Please, baby … don’t do this … don’t fucking do this to us…” I pleaded with my hands steepled out in front me.
Praying.
Surrendering.
Relinquishing defeat.
My white flag was up. My goddamn flag was raised up high, flowing adamantly through the storm.
“Just stay away from me,” she murmured so low, I could barely hear her. Narrowing her gorgeous eyes at me with an endless stream of questions splitting through her unsettled gaze. Making it difficult for her to focus solely on me.
On my voice.
On my presence.
Her.
Me.
Us. 
“Aiden—”
“Please don’t leave me, Beauty. Please…”
I took an agonizing step toward her. “I.” Two more slow steps. “Love.” Another two brought me inches away from her mouth. I resisted the desire to claim her lips like I’d done hundreds, thousands, millions of times before.
A lifetime of kisses.
I love you’s.
You’re mines.
Instead, my eyes stayed fixated on her face. My core seized tighter, my knees got weaker, my body ached, remembering the reassuring symmetry of her heart beating against mine.
“You, Bailey Ashlyn Pierce. My girl, my wife, my best friend, my whole fucking heart.” Grabbing her face in between my hands, I yearned for her to feel me.
To see me.
To love me.
The man who would die for her.
It didn’t take long for our bodies to close the emotional and physical distance between us. From her mind to her heart, to every goddamn bone in her body, I knew she felt it. There was no way in hell she couldn’t sense the effect I always had on her.
The effect she’d always have on me.
“You’re all the same. Don’t you get it? You’re one of them. You’re just one of them to me, Aiden. That’s all that’s left. Don’t you see?”
I gripped onto her face. “To Hell with that, Bay. I’m your one and only. I’m your home.”
“There’s no peace for me in that house.”
“I know, you took it all with you.”
Her body trembled, her strong, hardened composure weakened with each word that escaped from her mouth. “Why do you keep hurting me?”
I grimaced as if the wind had been knocked right out of me. “I would never hurt you. Never. I’m here, Bailey.” My grip shifted toward the nook of her neck, tugging her toward me, bringing her heart against mine. “I’m right here.”
She hadn’t let me feel her warmth, her security, her heart in what felt like an eternity.
This is where I belong. Where I’ve always been since we were seven-years-old. I’m a part of you. I need you to hear me screaming out for you. I still need you, Beauty. I’m lost without you.” Pulling her hair away from her face to look deep into her eyes, I said the only thing that was true.
The only truth I ever knew.
I choose us, Bailey Pierce. I will always choose us. No matter what. I. Choose. Us.”
She consciously jerked back from the weight of my words.
My girl was at a loss, and I had nothing left to lose.
“It’s you and me against the world, baby. It’s always been you and me against the world. You know that, Bay. You do. Just come back to me … please. I can’t live, I can’t breathe… I can’t go on without you.
She didn’t say a word, not one fucking word. She just stood there, looking at me. Searching for the man she once knew. Her resolve was slowly breaking, but I couldn’t take it anymore.
I broke down. I bawled, pulling her back toward me, and to my surprise she let me.
“If I did anything right in my life, it was loving you. Do you understand me? You were the beginning of everything for me. You will forever be my always, Bay, I only need two things in this world. You and us. Just you and us, Bailey.” I leaned forward, setting my forehead against hers, taking a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts.
My emotions.
My fucking memories.
“I’m trying, Bay. I don’t know what else I can do. Please don’t give up on me. On us.”
“Aiden … please.”
I peered up at her as tears started spilling down the sides of her beautiful face, one right after the other. She didn’t even try to hide them, she let her emotions flow freely. Wanting me to see the part inside of her she thought died long ago.
“Just take me back, baby. Please… God, just take me back to the night we first met,” I faintly uttered near her ear, hanging on by a thread. 
Hoping she realized the significance in what I just said.
As soon as her eyes filled with fresh tears, I wiped them all away. Not knowing where to go from here. She held my gaze until the sensations became too much for her. Lowering herself onto the edge of the bed as her chest heaved for her next breath.
In one swift movement, I fell to my knees in front of her and clung onto the back of her neck. There was no way in hell she could keep me away. Before she even realized what was happening, I was holding her delicate frame in my strong and steady arms. Kissing away the tears on her face as they fell to the floor between us. She stirred beneath my lips, her body shuddered under my touch.
Giving me hope, strength, the reassurance I needed to go on.
“Aiden, please…” Her mouth quivered. “Just let me go.”
“I won’t lose you,” I breathed out against her lips. “I have seen you in so many different ways, and I have loved you in each one of them. For better or for worse, Bay … for better or for worse, I will love you.”
She sucked in a breath, and our mouths parted in sync with one another.
“You’re my answered prayer, Bailey. I will love you until I stop breathing, until the last seconds of my heart beating, because you are my beginning and my end.”
“Aiden,” she rasped an eerie tone, causing shivers to course down my spine as I knelt before her.
I ignored the looming essence that wrapped around my neck like a noose. Simply sucking the life out of me. Shutting my eyes, I softly kissed the corner of her mouth.
Recalling every memory.
Every sentiment she ever lured out of me.
Every instance I fought for what was mine.
What do you do when you meet your soulmate at seven-years-old? 
You give…
You live…
And you love…
Until you hear the words, “I just don’t love you anymore.”
 
Putting an end to us.
To you.
 
To me.
 
For now and forever.

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What do you do when you meet your soulmate at seven-years-old? You give… You live… And you love… Until you hear the words, “I just don’t love you anymore.” Putting an end to us. To you. To. Me. Right then and there. “I’m just fighting for our family! I’m just fighting for you!” I stood abruptly, hovering above Bailey. Losing my goddamn mind. “Don’t you see that?! How can you not see that?! How can you not see me?!” “You’re scaring m—” “I don’t give a fuck!” I seethed, unable to hold back the anger ripping through my entire body any longer. “I’m standing right here! Right. Fucking. Here!” My foot connected with the ground in a loud, hard thud, my hands raked through my unruly hair. Fucking pissed. “I’m paralyzed in time with you, Beauty! Fucking stuck with nowhere else to go! Do you have any idea what this is doing to me?! To our kids?! Do you even fucking care?!” “You need to calm down!” a familiar voice shouted from behind me as the door suddenly swung open. I should have expected it, but at this point I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted… Needed… My girl. I turned around, roaring, “You don’t tell me what to do! Do you understand me?! You don’t ever tell me what to fucking do when it comes to my wife!” “I’m not your wi—” I grabbed the vase filled with sunflowers off the table and chucked it across the room. It shattered upon impact, splattering water and shattering glass everywhere. “You don’t get to say that to me!” I sternly pointed at her, and all she did was back away. From me. The second I reached for her, a set of strong hands grabbed my arms, pulling me back. Further and further away from my world. “Get your fucking hands off me! Get your fucking hands off me now!” “Please! Please! Just make him go away! I don’t want to see him anymore!” she cried out, more tears falling down the sides of her beautiful face. “What the fuck!” I bit, shaking my head. Violently trying to fight them off. “I need you! Your kids need you! We fucking need you!” “I don’t care! I just don’t care!” “How can you do this?! How can you fucking do this to me?! After everything we’ve been through, Bay! After everything I’ve done for you! You’re my world! You’re my goddamn reason! I’m fighting for my fucking life! I need you to fight for it too!”  She covered her ears, her body quivered from head to toe. Cowering away from the man who once was the only person who could ever calm her. Soothe her. Love her. “Don’t do this! Don’t do this to us! You need to fight, Bailey! Goddamn it, just please fucking fight for me! You can’t let go! You can’t fucking do it, baby!” In a distant tone I’d never heard before, she repeated, “Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” “I’m sorry, but you have to go,” one of the men dragging me out ordered. “To hell with you!” I struggled to maintain my footing, my stance on not leaving this room, but my will to fight was diminishing with each step as they continued tearing me out of the room. “I hate him! I never want to see him again! Don’t let him come back! Please! Just keep him away from me!” The look on her face. The sound of her voice. The way she was recoiling from me… It was all too much to take, too much to bear, too much to live through, while I was hauled out of the place that was never supposed to be her home. Before I knew what was happening, I blinked, and I was suddenly sitting in my car. Aimlessly staring out the windshield with a bottle of Jack gripped tightly in my grasp. There was nothing left of me, just a hollow shell of a man slouched over in the driver’s seat. One leg hanging out the open door with the other firmly pressed on the brake pedal. My weighted-down head bobbed side to side, trying to remain conscious as I chugged yet another swig of the fiery burning liquor. Welcoming the sting as it soared down my throat. Except I didn’t feel a fucking thing other than the agonizing pain that had taken over my being. Not even the whiskey could make that go away. Nothing ever could. All the familiar happy faces ahead of me blurred together. Their laughs. Their smiles. Their endless banter. I blinked again and, for a second, the haze in my eyes subsided, gazing at Noah and his girl from afar. Making me realize I was sitting in the field of his clubhouse, drinking away my wife. I stumbled toward them with the bottle of Jack still clutched in my grip. How did I get here? When did I get out of the car?  Noah quickly made his way over to me and grabbed onto my arm. “Aiden, what’s goin’ on? Did you drive here like this?” “Bailey…” I slurred, staggering all over the place. Barely able to stand on my own two feet. “Jesus Christ, man. What the fuck?” Taking another swig from the bottle, I tried shoving him away. “Bailey… Bailey… Bailey...” “For fuck’s sake, Aiden.” He’d never seen me like this, and I was going to knock him on his ass when I said,  “She’s gone… My Bailey… left me. Forever.”

What do you do when you meet your soulmate at seven-years-old?
You give…
You live…
And you love…
Until you hear the words, “I just don’t love you anymore.”
Putting an end to us.
To you.
To. Me.
Right then and there.
“I’m just fighting for our family! I’m just fighting for you!” I stood abruptly, hovering above Bailey. Losing my goddamn mind. “Don’t you see that?! How can you not see that?! How can you not see me?!”
“You’re scaring m—”
“I don’t give a fuck!” I seethed, unable to hold back the anger ripping through my entire body any longer. “I’m standing right here! Right. Fucking. Here!” My foot connected with the ground in a loud, hard thud, my hands raked through my unruly hair.
Fucking pissed.
“I’m paralyzed in time with you, Beauty! Fucking stuck with nowhere else to go! Do you have any idea what this is doing to me?! To our kids?! Do you even fucking care?!”
“You need to calm down!” a familiar voice shouted from behind me as the door suddenly swung open. I should have expected it, but at this point I didn’t care anymore.
I just wanted…
Needed…
My girl.
I turned around, roaring, “You don’t tell me what to do! Do you understand me?! You don’t ever tell me what to fucking do when it comes to my wife!”
“I’m not your wi—”
I grabbed the vase filled with sunflowers off the table and chucked it across the room. It shattered upon impact, splattering water and shattering glass everywhere.
“You don’t get to say that to me!” I sternly pointed at her, and all she did was back away.
From me.
The second I reached for her, a set of strong hands grabbed my arms, pulling me back. Further and further away from my world.
“Get your fucking hands off me! Get your fucking hands off me now!”
“Please! Please! Just make him go away! I don’t want to see him anymore!” she cried out, more tears falling down the sides of her beautiful face.
“What the fuck!” I bit, shaking my head. Violently trying to fight them off. “I need you! Your kids need you! We fucking need you!”
“I don’t care! I just don’t care!”
“How can you do this?! How can you fucking do this to me?! After everything we’ve been through, Bay! After everything I’ve done for you! You’re my world! You’re my goddamn reason! I’m fighting for my fucking life! I need you to fight for it too!”
She covered her ears, her body quivered from head to toe. Cowering away from the man who once was the only person who could ever calm her.
Soothe her.
Love her.
“Don’t do this! Don’t do this to us! You need to fight, Bailey! Goddamn it, just please fucking fight for me! You can’t let go! You can’t fucking do it, baby!”
In a distant tone I’d never heard before, she repeated, “Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!”
“I’m sorry, but you have to go,” one of the men dragging me out ordered.
“To hell with you!” I struggled to maintain my footing, my stance on not leaving this room, but my will to fight was diminishing with each step as they continued tearing me out of the room.
“I hate him! I never want to see him again! Don’t let him come back! Please! Just keep him away from me!”
The look on her face.
The sound of her voice.
The way she was recoiling from me…
It was all too much to take, too much to bear, too much to live through, while I was hauled out of the place that was never supposed to be her home.
Before I knew what was happening, I blinked, and I was suddenly sitting in my car. Aimlessly staring out the windshield with a bottle of Jack gripped tightly in my grasp. There was nothing left of me, just a hollow shell of a man slouched over in the driver’s seat. One leg hanging out the open door with the other firmly pressed on the brake pedal.
My weighted-down head bobbed side to side, trying to remain conscious as I chugged yet another swig of the fiery burning liquor. Welcoming the sting as it soared down my throat. Except I didn’t feel a fucking thing other than the agonizing pain that had taken over my being. Not even the whiskey could make that go away.
Nothing ever could.
All the familiar happy faces ahead of me blurred together.
Their laughs.
Their smiles.
Their endless banter.
I blinked again and, for a second, the haze in my eyes subsided, gazing at Noah and his girl from afar. Making me realize I was sitting in the field of his clubhouse, drinking away my wife.
I stumbled toward them with the bottle of Jack still clutched in my grip.
How did I get here?
When did I get out of the car?
Noah quickly made his way over to me and grabbed onto my arm. “Aiden, what’s goin’ on? Did you drive here like this?”
“Bailey…” I slurred, staggering all over the place. Barely able to stand on my own two feet.
“Jesus Christ, man. What the fuck?”
Taking another swig from the bottle, I tried shoving him away. “Bailey… Bailey… Bailey...”
“For fuck’s sake, Aiden.”
He’d never seen me like this, and I was going to knock him on his ass when I said,

“She’s gone… My Bailey… left me. Forever.”

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USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR M. ROBINSON

COVER MODEL: Weston Boucher
COVER DESIGNER: Heather Moss  



From USA Bestselling Author M. Robinson comes a contemporary romance duet filled with all the feels of a epic love story.

What do you do when you meet your soulmate at seven-years-old? 

You give…
You live…
And you love… 
Together. 
Forever. 
To have and to hold. 

Until you hear the words, “I just don’t love you anymore.”

Putting an end to me. 
To you. 

To us. 






“You’re cute! I like you. Now scoot over for me.”
I did, only because I liked the way she made me feel, and I didn’t want her to leave me alone again. She sat right beside me as close as she could, leaving no room in between us.
“I’m Bailey Button, by the way.”
Her soft skin brushed against my arm, causing new bubbles in my stomach.
What was that?
“I hate my name. It’s so stupid. It sounds like I’m a belly button, but I’m not. I’m a girl, see?” Tugging on her hair that was in pigtails, she blinked her long, big eyelashes at me. “I don’t look like a belly button, right?”
“No.” Was the only word I could say when she sat that close to me.
She nodded, bringing a piece of chicken up to her mouth. Not paying any attention to what she was doing to me.
“I like your name, Aiden Pierce. It’s pretty.”
“Pretty?”
“Yeah, I like pretty names. Not like mine.”
Before I gave it any thought, I blurted, “Your name is beautiful just like you are.”
Her eyes flew to mine, and another huge smile took over her face. “No one has ever called me beautiful, Aiden Pierce!”
I smiled with her.
“Now we’re going to have to get married.”
“What?” I stopped smiling, jerking back. “We do?”
“Mmm hmm…” She chewed on her food, swallowing it down. “That’s what happens when you call a girl beautiful, you have to get married after. I don’t make the rules, I just follow them. Before my momma passed away, she always said to marry a man who calls me beautiful, and I’ll be happy every day of my life.”
Maybe her momma sent her to me too?
“Will you make me happy?”
“Uh… I can try.”
“Try really hard, okay?”
“Okay.” 
Momma would want that, right?
Yeah, she would.
“I like the way Bailey Pierce sounds. What do you think?”
“I like the way Bailey Pierce sounds too, but aren’t we too young to get married?”
“No silly! I meant when we’re older.”
“Oh.” I thought about it for a second. “Like how much older?”
Now it was her turn to think about it for a second. “Like when we’re eighteen. That’s old enough.”
“Okay.”
“Aiden...” She giggled, twirling her hair in a big knot around her finger. “You have to ask me first.”
“Oh, I do?” I scratched my head. “When?”
“When we’re eighteen.”
“Okay.” I nodded, meaning it. “I’ll ask you when we’re eighteen.”
“Okay.” She nodded back. “I’ll try to act surprised too. Ask me in a good way, alright? So I cry.”
She was confusing, but in the best way possible. I’d say anything she wanted just to keep her by my side, so I’d always feel this way.
Safe.
I knew right then and there my momma had something to do with this. I didn’t know how, but she kept her promise to me. This had to be the girl, I felt it in my bones.
“Why would I want to make you cry?”
“Because they’re happy tears and crying with happy tears is like super romantic.”
“Oh… Okay then. I’ll ask you in a way that will make you cry happy tears.”
“Okay good, but don’t make me cry in any other way than happy tears. Ever. You promise?”
“I promise.”
She leaned her head on my shoulder, whispering, “I trust you.”












USA Today Bestselling Author of Keeping her Under The Mistletoe, Lost Boy, El Santo, El Pecador, Ends Here, Keeping Her Wet, Road to Nowhere, El Diablo, The Good Ol' Boys Standalone Series, The VIP Trilogy, Tempting Bad, and Two Sides. M. Robinson loves her readers more than anything! They have given her the title of the ‘Queen of Angst.’ She loves to connect with her following through all her social media platforms and also through email! Please keep in touch in her reader group VIP on Facebook, if she’s not in there than she is on Instagram. She lives in Brandon Fl with the love of her life, her lobster, and husband Bossman. They have two German shepherd mixes, a gordito Wheaten Terrier and a user Tabby cat. She is extremely close to her family, and when she isn’t living the cave life writing her epic love stories, she is spending money shopping. Anywhere and everywhere. She loves reading and spending time with her family and friends whenever she can. Stay connected with her on social media!


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