Cover model: Felicia Musser
Photographer and cover
designer: Author
Sarah Alexander
Keda Spencer’s life changed twelve years
ago. She met a boy and he stole her heart. The problem was, they were both
broken. After learning about his life, she made a decision that would change
both of them. Now, they are bound together. Even with miles separating them,
she can still feel his heart beating in rhythm with hers.
She recently received news that could lead her back to him. Anticipation blossoms as it is only with him that she can be her true self. But her very next thought is filled with memories and dread takes over. She isn’t sure she can survive him again.
**Warning: This novel may cause triggers and is meant for readers 18 years of age and older.**
“I don’t know the first thing about your
family or where you grew up. Hell, I don’t even know your middle name. I think
I only know your last name by accident. My point is - I want to be someone you
can trust. I am someone you can trust. I don’t want you to run away from me
again. Can you give me even a glimpse of what happened to you yesterday? You
seemed excited about going to the country club when we talked about it
yesterday morning and then, for whatever reason, you freak on Dr. Johnson.
Please, Keda. Please let me in.”
“If
you want insight into what triggers memories, I can’t give that to you. I never
know until it happens,” I reply, checking my watch. I have a little extra time
before having to be at work. Feeling guilty about dragging him through my
madness, I decide that maybe I can allow him a little glimpse. Maybe it will
help him move forward. Maybe it will help me move forward. “Here, I want to
show you something,” I say, turning to go back in the house.
As
soon as the door is opened my heart begins pounding at the thought of him
reading the letter. My palms begin sweating and I can’t seem to unlock the
door. Stopping for a moment to gather myself, I’m finally able to unlock then
push it open.
“Maybe
this wasn’t such a good idea,” I say, coming to a complete stop in front of
him. I can feel his breath on my neck and before I know what’s happening, he
wraps his arms around my waist. I want to pull away. I want to tell him to stop
but I can’t. I wonder if he can hear my nerve endings singe as the electricity
flows through me. His warmth is uncharacteristically soothing. My heart is
relaxing but my mind speeds up.
“Is
this all right?” he asks, in a hushed voice.
“No,”
I reply, wishing he would move but glad when he doesn’t. He won’t remove his
hands and I am reminded why I have stayed with him for as long as I have. As
much as I want to fight him and his touch, he makes my body sing. I want to
move out of his grasp but evidently my body needs him. His lips meet my neck
and he pulls my body back so it is flush with his. “I need you to remember why
we are together. I need you to remember, Keda. Will you do that for us? Will
you remember? We are great together and you know it. I will not allow you to
walk out of my life,” he says, between kisses.
I
need to stop him before we go too far. It’s not fair to either of us if I let
this continue. But I need his comfort. After last night, I need anything to
take my mind somewhere else, somewhere that isn’t tainted with bad memories.
“Adam…”
I say, breathlessly.
“Yeah,
baby?” he replies, as his hands move from my sides to my stomach.
“Please
help me forget,” I beg.
“No,
baby, I’m going to help you remember,” he says, as he moves from behind me. My
eyes move to his once he is facing me. I can’t stand for him to see me, for him
to see my vulnerabilities and my transparencies. Comfort envelopes us as he
kisses away my tears. His lips take away my deepest fears and my sadness then
swallows them whole.
☆*••☆Damaged Perfection: Perfection #1☆*••☆
Guilt is dangerous.
It rules my life.
I am riddled with it.
After fifteen years, you would think it would lessen.
It hasn’t.
Drugs numb it, women relieve it.
But it always returns, stronger and heavier.
Always.
The light, it is refreshing.
It gets closer and I reach for it.
But it is always just out of my grasp.
Always.
It rules my life.
I am riddled with it.
After fifteen years, you would think it would lessen.
It hasn’t.
Drugs numb it, women relieve it.
But it always returns, stronger and heavier.
Always.
The light, it is refreshing.
It gets closer and I reach for it.
But it is always just out of my grasp.
Always.
☆*••☆Resisting Perfection: Perfection #2☆*••☆
Two people. Two very different pasts. One
very hopeful future.
Fenton watches his life crumble as his past comes back to haunt him. He’s searching for his friend’s murderer while trying to keep the people he cares about safe. He’s teetering on the edge and isn’t sure how to step away. Will he survive his addiction to drugs, women and revenge? Or will he be swallowed whole by them?
Piper has found herself being swept up in the storm that is Fenton. She knows he has the potential to cause her major heartache but she can’t stay away. He’s brought passion, excitement and happiness to her life. But she’s watching him walk a dangerous path. Will she survive him and his demons? Or will she drown in his current?
Fenton watches his life crumble as his past comes back to haunt him. He’s searching for his friend’s murderer while trying to keep the people he cares about safe. He’s teetering on the edge and isn’t sure how to step away. Will he survive his addiction to drugs, women and revenge? Or will he be swallowed whole by them?
Piper has found herself being swept up in the storm that is Fenton. She knows he has the potential to cause her major heartache but she can’t stay away. He’s brought passion, excitement and happiness to her life. But she’s watching him walk a dangerous path. Will she survive him and his demons? Or will she drown in his current?
Nicki is the author of Lather, the first
book in The Moore Series and soon to be released novel, Damaged Perfection. She
is a born Buckeye turned Hoosier who loves to spend time with her family. Along
with being an avid reader, she also loves animals and the Indianapolis Colts!
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