with my defense, I had broken the dam on their violence. Seven pairs of hands turned on me, spreading me across the table. Bony hands squeezed my arms and legs, and adrenaline took over my judgment.
I screamed and a hand clamped down over my mouth, half-covering my nose as well. Every time someone moved the wrong way, his hand slid up, cutting off my air completely. I clamped my mouth closed, not letting another sound escape in hopes that he’d get bored of holding my mouth closed.
Where ever I had ended up, all I knew was that I didn’t want to die in some dank concrete room at the hand of a group of ruffians. I’d just started living my life. I made it out of the small town to find a place where I wasn’t constantly answering to someone about every decision I made. At sixteen, I had dyed my hair blue and our minister told me I was going to hell.
Well, I had found it, but I doubted this is what he’d had in mind.
Threats, insults, and random profanity echoed against the cinder block walls of the room and roared in my head propelling my struggle.
One of my shoes slipped off, giving me an opening. As that attacker attempted to readjust his grip, I straightened my leg quickly, hitting him square in the chest. He grunted and took a step back, then slammed my flailing leg against the table. The impact sent a bolt of pain up my body and for a brief moment I stilled, letting the pain radiate through me and then pushing it to the back of my awareness.
I sunk back into my mind, trying to distance myself from the pain. I couldn’t believe it was real. How quickly I had gone from planning to have dinner with my friends to being groped in some dank basement by a group of disgusting bastards.
They must have thought that my pause meant I was giving up, because the one holding my arm loosened his grip and I slipped free again, this time, planting a punch to the nose of another attacker. It took him a second to shake it off, but I was instantly restrained again by yet another. The man I’d punch snarled and ripped open my shirt, then pulled a knife from his pocket and flipped it open.
The room went quiet, and I froze, watching the silver tip of the blade move closer to my sternum.
Then, a single voice rose from the back of the room. “What the hell breed of trouble are you lot causing?”
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Bend, Don’t Break
Dark Romantic Suspense
Irrevocable, Book 2
Release date: November 17, 2014
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I thought I was done.
my End
I couldn’t take my eyes off her as the bullet tore through me, leaving me with nothing but the hope that I had done enough to save her. The darkness tried to engulf me—to brand me as its own and drag me to my fate.
my Darkness
Waking to see her tear-stained face above me was enough to make my heart stutter. I was alive and free from that place—but not from the toll it had taken on my mind and body.
my Strength
My story should have ended, but one woman kept standing in the way of that. The only way I could have her was to find a way to put the darkness to rest.
“BEND, DON’T BREAK was a dark, sensual, and at times, twisted and chaotic read that messed with my mind so good. ” ★★★★ ★ Shayna Renee’s Spicy Reads
“We don’t merely get a storythough, we get James’s thoughts and feelings on everything that happened. ” ★★★ ★ Lorie, Sinfully Sexy Book Reviews
“I just finished Bend, Don’t Break and what a way to finish this story! I just loved it…. ” ★★★★ ★ Beggin (Shay) from Mommys a Book Whore
“Loved them in Irrevocable and fell even harder for them in Bend, Don’t Break. ” ★★★★ ★ Vicki
Chapter 1: Alive
“How many women did you have sex with while you were there?”
It was the third time Dr. Combs had asked me that question. And for the third time I wanted to avoid it.
I had just gotten out of that hell, and I still had the bullet hole in my chest to prove it, but it
I screamed and a hand clamped down over my mouth, half-covering my nose as well. Every time someone moved the wrong way, his hand slid up, cutting off my air completely. I clamped my mouth closed, not letting another sound escape in hopes that he’d get bored of holding my mouth closed.
Where ever I had ended up, all I knew was that I didn’t want to die in some dank concrete room at the hand of a group of ruffians. I’d just started living my life. I made it out of the small town to find a place where I wasn’t constantly answering to someone about every decision I made. At sixteen, I had dyed my hair blue and our minister told me I was going to hell.
Well, I had found it, but I doubted this is what he’d had in mind.
Threats, insults, and random profanity echoed against the cinder block walls of the room and roared in my head propelling my struggle.
One of my shoes slipped off, giving me an opening. As that attacker attempted to readjust his grip, I straightened my leg quickly, hitting him square in the chest. He grunted and took a step back, then slammed my flailing leg against the table. The impact sent a bolt of pain up my body and for a brief moment I stilled, letting the pain radiate through me and then pushing it to the back of my awareness.
I sunk back into my mind, trying to distance myself from the pain. I couldn’t believe it was real. How quickly I had gone from planning to have dinner with my friends to being groped in some dank basement by a group of disgusting bastards.
They must have thought that my pause meant I was giving up, because the one holding my arm loosened his grip and I slipped free again, this time, planting a punch to the nose of another attacker. It took him a second to shake it off, but I was instantly restrained again by yet another. The man I’d punch snarled and ripped open my shirt, then pulled a knife from his pocket and flipped it open.
The room went quiet, and I froze, watching the silver tip of the blade move closer to my sternum.
Then, a single voice rose from the back of the room. “What the hell breed of trouble are you lot causing?”
Continue reading: Purchase now
Bend, Don’t Break
Dark Romantic Suspense
Irrevocable, Book 2
Release date: November 17, 2014
Purchase now
I thought I was done.
my End
I couldn’t take my eyes off her as the bullet tore through me, leaving me with nothing but the hope that I had done enough to save her. The darkness tried to engulf me—to brand me as its own and drag me to my fate.
my Darkness
Waking to see her tear-stained face above me was enough to make my heart stutter. I was alive and free from that place—but not from the toll it had taken on my mind and body.
my Strength
My story should have ended, but one woman kept standing in the way of that. The only way I could have her was to find a way to put the darkness to rest.
“BEND, DON’T BREAK was a dark, sensual, and at times, twisted and chaotic read that messed with my mind so good. ” ★★★★ ★ Shayna Renee’s Spicy Reads
“We don’t merely get a storythough, we get James’s thoughts and feelings on everything that happened. ” ★★★ ★ Lorie, Sinfully Sexy Book Reviews
“I just finished Bend, Don’t Break and what a way to finish this story! I just loved it…. ” ★★★★ ★ Beggin (Shay) from Mommys a Book Whore
“Loved them in Irrevocable and fell even harder for them in Bend, Don’t Break. ” ★★★★ ★ Vicki
Chapter 1: Alive
“How many women did you have sex with while you were there?”
It was the third time Dr. Combs had asked me that question. And for the third time I wanted to avoid it.
I had just gotten out of that hell, and I still had the bullet hole in my chest to prove it, but it
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