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Title: Out of the Darkness (The Darkness Book 2)
Author: Simone Nicole
Release Date: October 18th
Blurb
She ruined me. The walls I’d built were for a reason, locking myself in my own personal prison was out of necessity. Now, with the rubble at my feet, I could do nothing but watch as she ripped my soul in two, taking the half she owned with her.
The need to settle down, to find that missing piece, for the all-consuming love, was never Drew’s plan. He’d spent the better part of a decade suppressing all memory of love, of life. He told himself he had the essentials; the impressive apartment, the successful club, the simple uncomplicated life he’d worked so hard to create. All he needed. Until Mia.
She entered his life like wildfire, burning through his world and destroying all pretences of simplicity, bringing out everything he’d fought to deny.
Longing. Warmth. Love.
She made him want it all but Amelia lived in the darkness. It had always been her constant, yet terrifying companion. A shadow she'd never been able to out run and one fateful night, it finally consumed her. Shattering both their worlds and burying them deeper in the dark.
Drew will stop at nothing to save her, for their happy ever after but, Mia isn’t the only one with demons … it’s a long way out of the darkness.
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~Drew~
I’ve been sitting across from my kitchen, with what started as a full bottle of whiskey, long past dripping wet, for the past three hours, twenty two minutes and thirty nine seconds. I counted. Watched the time on the microwave minuscule change every sixty seconds and the diluted sun light slowly fill the empty room. For every thought I had, I took a shot. The bottle has been empty for the last seventy eight minutes and nineteen seconds. The thoughts only ebbed, I should have grabbed a second bottle, but I couldn’t move, so I began to replace all thought with numbers. An endless array of numbers.
Three hours.
Twenty four minutes.
Eleven, twelve, thirteen—.
There’s a vibrating. No, a pounding. In my head? Oh aye, that’s been there for hours. This, this one is new, or maybe I'm just barking mad. I cannae tell—.
“Drew!” Jules? I'm hearing voices, that’s never a good sign. “Shit, you reckon he’s done something stupid?” Hmph.
“It is early, he might be sleep— Julian, put those bloody daggers away. You woke me up at the crack of dawn, he could be sleeping.” Georgia? I cannae be blootered after one bottle, can I?
“Sure G, of course. Did you go back to sleep after I told you Mia was gone?” Mia… the pain that was never truly gone, resurfaces full throttle. The intensity brings everything I’d tried for the past— bollocks, I’ve lost the numbers— some odd number of hours, to drown. The endless, agonising thoughts burning like acid, begin to churn in my stomach and the unmistakable feeling I’m going to puke bubbles to the surface again. Fuck.
Excerpt
I’ve been sitting across from my kitchen, with what started as a full bottle of whiskey, long past dripping wet, for the past three hours, twenty two minutes and thirty nine seconds. I counted. Watched the time on the microwave minuscule change every sixty seconds and the diluted sun light slowly fill the empty room. For every thought I had, I took a shot. The bottle has been empty for the last seventy eight minutes and nineteen seconds. The thoughts only ebbed, I should have grabbed a second bottle, but I couldn’t move, so I began to replace all thought with numbers. An endless array of numbers.
Three hours.
Twenty four minutes.
Eleven, twelve, thirteen—.
There’s a vibrating. No, a pounding. In my head? Oh aye, that’s been there for hours. This, this one is new, or maybe I'm just barking mad. I cannae tell—.
“Drew!” Jules? I'm hearing voices, that’s never a good sign. “Shit, you reckon he’s done something stupid?” Hmph.
“It is early, he might be sleep— Julian, put those bloody daggers away. You woke me up at the crack of dawn, he could be sleeping.” Georgia? I cannae be blootered after one bottle, can I?
“Sure G, of course. Did you go back to sleep after I told you Mia was gone?” Mia… the pain that was never truly gone, resurfaces full throttle. The intensity brings everything I’d tried for the past— bollocks, I’ve lost the numbers— some odd number of hours, to drown. The endless, agonising thoughts burning like acid, begin to churn in my stomach and the unmistakable feeling I’m going to puke bubbles to the surface again. Fuck.
Book 1
Ahead of the Darkness
It has been a long, long time since I’ve seen your little face, chérie. Not once did you visit. That really hurt; after all, it was thanks to you I was convicted. That’s not something you forget.
I thought it was time— a visit was due. Seeing as you wouldn’t come to me, I thought it only right I come to you. Sadly, you weren’t home, but your furry feline was more than accommodating . . .
I’ll be seeing you soon, mon chérie. I’ll always find you . . .
For six years, a letter has dictated Amelia’s future. She’s running from a past that refuses to stop, always trying to get one step ahead. Amelia is clever and resilient, and refuses to slip up.
Relying only on herself, she’ll be anything and anyone she needs to survive. But everyone slips up . . . eventually. You can’t always stay ahead of the darkness.
Author Bio
Self-confessed chocoholic and undiagnosed crazy person, Simone can be found climbing Himalayan mountaintops like a ninja, sky diving backwards and rubbing shoulders with billionaires. She is also full of crap, but can read backwards and upside down, the one plus of being dyslexic.
Simone loves all things Disney and alcoholic, and is rarely seen not reading, writing or wearing lipstick, usually of the red variety.
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