'I will always take care of you'
My pain started when I was just ten years old, it was the day my mom got that dreaded phone call. Life has never been the same....
'I will always protect you'
I am all kinds of broken....
I have known Logan White since forever, he is my brothers best friend and my secret protector. I used to have nightmares that drew me into a dark place and when the nightmares got too much, Logan was by my side. I don't have nightmares anymore, but my life is centered around the tragedy of my past.
Logan is the definition of 'man whore', with girls lining around the block to drop their panties at the click of his fingers. But after an unexpected moment things change. Now Logan is somebody else; hot, sexy and so damn delicious and I want to know him. Desperately.
But then there is Angel Walker who is far from the angelic nature of his name, with eyes so hypnotic that I lose my inhabitation’s just by staring into them. But he is a broken man who just screams sin. He doesn't want to protect me or care for me, He just wants me.
Do I want the man who can cut through all of my pain or the man who could cause me more?
Fists will fly, hearts will shatter and desire will be fueled.
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Review
If you are a fan of love triangles,
you will be a fan of this one, for sure. There are so many elements to this
book that can draw quite a wide variety of readers!
There was quite a ride of
emotions throughout the book that I sometimes didn’t know which way was up and
which way was down. And I really enjoyed that!
Logan is just LOGAN and
how you could not want him is beyond me! He’s been there for everything that
Neva has been through and has often been her rock. On top of that, he also has
the bad boy quality to him with his man-whore ways. But, no matter what… I
still wanted him!
Then there is Angel and he’s
new and mysterious. There was a quality about him that had me guessing the
entire time. He was very dominant, but very loving and caring. But I had a hard
time connecting with him and just kept feeling like something was not as it
seemed with him.
Then the ending came and
TOTALLY caught me off guard! I was NOT expecting it at all! Now I cannot wait
to see what happens in the next book! Total cliffhanger for so many reasons!
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Excerpt
Ten white petals...
Thud.
One yellow
centre...
Thud.
One...thud.
Two...thud. Three...thud.
I can feel hands around my throat, my breathing becoming
shallow as I try to scream on the inside, not knowing if my own nightmare
filled with the demons of my past will kill me while I sleep. My heartbeat
roaring as it pounded relentlessly, leaving a ringing sensation in my ears. The
smell of antiseptic so potent against my nostrils suddenly hit me, it was so
strong that I could taste it in the back of my throat. The pressure around my
neck slackened enough for me to get my bearings, I was back on the bridge
again, pinned to the wooden slabs by someone or something I couldn't see nor
describe. There was no where to go, I was trapped on the bridge that lead to no
where, keeping me forever in the darkness, never to see the light again.
I could taste the fear in my throat drowning out the
antiseptic, I could feel my fear pouring into my gut as my body absorbed it, it
was in my bones, in my soul. The fear in the air caused me to look back at
demon above me, a black and smoky silhouette figure towering over my tiny
frame, I could never make out who or what the demon was, but I knew I should
fear it.
The grip around my neck tightened once more, my hands trying
to reach for anything to help free me, but there was nothing, there was always
nothing. I could see the bridge clearly but I could never feel it against my
skin, just the subconscious pressure of it against my back, a mixture of
pressure and the feeling of floating.
“Stop, please. No!” I wanted to scream but my vision was
becoming blurred as my head swam with weightlessness. Images projected against
the dark shadow of the demon above me, a car severely damaged, flashing blue
lights and screaming, organized chaos.
I thought I was going to die, I was ready just to let go, but
I never died in my nightmares, I just hung on the edge, the demon making me
remember.
Suddenly the nightmare slowly started to release me, the
twisted dark depths of my past slowly fading into a painful reminder of what
was cruelly taken, what I would never get back.
Thud...my heart slamming against my chest.
Thud...my throat constricting tightly.
Thud...my lungs burning with every breath.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
My lids were heavy, so heavy that I didn't think I could open
my eyes.
"Come back to me" A familiar soothing voice wrapped
around around my mind, trying to release me of my own painful imprisonment.
I tried desperately to speak to the voice, wanting them to
pull me out from the torture that held me captive within my own mind, my tongue
heavy and my mouth dry. My skin becoming saturated with sweat, my toes curling
as if in pain, my heart heavy with unrelenting sadness.
The light was almost to much to bare as I finally managed to
open my eyes, squinting as the light penetrated my pupils, burning right
through me. There was a figure above me once more, but it wasn't dark and
twisted like the demons in my nightmares, it was home. I'm home.
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About the Author
S.K. Hartley is a mother, wife, avid reader and writer based in
the not so sunny North West of England. You can find her either glued to her
computer desk, in the library (yes they still exist) or floating around her
favorite authors book signings!
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