>Born to be the best.Head of his class.No strings attached.

The third year of medical school is supposed to be the hardest, but Callum Trovatto has no idea what he’s about to face when Everly Anne Brighton stands between him and a passing grade, shaking up his world with her secrets, and digging into his dark past.


Trapped by her father’s rules.

Longing for freedom.

Expected to die before her twenty-first birthday at the hands of a rare medical condition, Everly Brighton begins to defy the carefully crafted routine her father enforces to keep her alive, despite the fact that it could kill her.

INFINITE DOLLS is an emotionally charged love story about finding faith, coping with loss and living in the preciousness of Now.

Infinite Dolls by Emalynne Wilder
Publication date: May 3rd 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance

An Excerpt from Infinite Dolls

She looked down to me and said, “Your kiss feels like fireworks.”

I sat up and instantly tasted her lips again. Everly wasn’t as shy as before. I pulled her

onto my lap; so out of line, so needful of her. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders

and returned soft kisses. Too soft. Too innocent.

“I need to feel,” she whispered. “You don’t understand how much.”

“I do, topolina.” I kissed along her throat. “I understand so very, very much.”

Everly pulled me down as she eased on to her back. I tried to rest on my palms, framing

her head, to keep distance between us, but it was futile as she ran her hands along my

back to my ribs, hipbones…

I didn’t need to graduate at the top of my class to guess where she was heading…

A mantra of, “I can’t take this girl out of lust. I can’t ruin her with my neediness” ran

through my mind as I felt her hand slip lower, lower…

“Everly Anne,” I whispered, taking her hands into mine, trying to reassure her she hadn’t

done anything wrong—hell, she couldn’t possibly be doing anything more right. But I


Her eyes grew shy, and she quickly pushed me up.

“I’m sorry,” she said breathlessly.

I thumbed her cheek. “You didn’t do anything wrong. We just have to slow down for a

minute or else that inner beast I warned you about will take over.”

She nodded silently.

Softly, I kissed her. “Does that feel good, farfalla?”

She nodded. I kissed her again.

“You mean something,” I vowed. “Understand?”

She kissed me back. “I trust you, Callum.”

“Do you?”

“More than anyone,” she whispered.

She let me explore her in warm breaths and soft kisses. My lips adored her hipbones and

navel. My fingers trailed along her sides and kissed her goosebumps. I marveled at how

ticklish she was. I breathed along her throat. My hands ghosted along her breasts.

Goose­bumps rose just like tickling her side; her tiny, pink, nipples grew taut, enticing my


“You’re so beautiful, Everly Anne.” I surrounded her with my lips, and she breathed out.

“You have no idea how much I want you.”

“Callum,” she hummed as I palmed her breast. “Slow down.”

I slid my hand to her hip. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop.”

She shook her head, taking my hand and putting it back on her breast. “I mean go slower.

You feel so good, but you have to go slow or I miss the feeling.”

“Miss?” I wondered.

She blinked. “I can’t feel everything like you can. Like other girls get to appreciate. Your

warmth. How you smell. Some of your touching. I have less senses. I have to pay more

attention. It’s easier if you go slower.”

I nodded. “But this all feels good, right?”

She put her hand on my face. “Fireworks.”



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Emalynne Wilder is the voice of the Broken-Hearted. The Forgotten. The Unheard. Painfully shy in person. Unapologetic on paper. She’s the girl listening to your dirt from the corner of the room as she plots how to turn tragedy into triumph.
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