New
Adult/Adult Contemporary Romance/Thriller
Released December
2, 2014
GRITTY. INTENSE. EMOTIONALLY HONEST.
A stunning debut novel that will leave you breathless.
A stunning debut novel that will leave you breathless.
A desolate childhood; a scarred, jaded, damaged girl. Larkin Grant
knew she couldn’t end up like her mother … so she ran. All her belongings
packed in the back of a rusted, brown Cadillac, her best friend June in the
passenger seat as the co-pilot, she fled Aspen and never looked back.
A new life in a new city, Larkin was finally starting to breathe
again, an unfamiliar sense of happiness seeping into her lungs. Landon Black,
the boy she loved from afar, came back into her life despite leaving him and
her awful memories buried hundreds of miles away. A weakened pulse brought back
to life.
He said she was beautiful. She was starting to believe him. He
pursued her and changed the course of everyone’s plans. Life had dealt Larkin a
cruel hand, but maybe this was it. Maybe the boy that never knew she existed
finally saw her and came to free her from the darkness of her past.
But we are never truly free. There are secrets that bind us and
lies that unravel from the most beautiful of lips. Blackness that suffocates
and makes us question everything we thought we knew. Larkin and Landon are
intertwined in ways they never imagined, their future unclear as ghosts come
back to haunt them.
Friendship. Revenge. Love. Drugs. Murder. Deceit.
The first in a two-book series, Breathing Black is a mix of
suspense and breathless romance. It’s a provocative tale that challenges what
one is willing to do to protect the ones they love. An emotional journey where
trust isn't an option and falling in love never hurt so bad.
REVIEW BY WENDY OBSESSIVE PIMPETTE
great story, I felt apart of the book. I loved all characters. I couldn't put it down. I was asked to read for honest review.
Excerpt
My mother once said love is like a drug, fast and euphoric. Licking lips, high on the idea it's going to last forever, until you're clawing at your skin trying to escape the destructive poison you let inside.
My mother once said love is like a drug, fast and euphoric. Licking lips, high on the idea it's going to last forever, until you're clawing at your skin trying to escape the destructive poison you let inside.
I
woke up to my phone vibrating in my purse. The realization of the darkness that
surrounded me came crashing back into my pounding head along with everything
else that had taken place. I sat up and crawled on the cold tile floor, following
the sound of my phone drumming into the ground. I grabbed it out of my purse
and dismissed an unknown Colorado area code number.
4:30 p.m. I’d been in this bathroom for
hours.
By
choice.
I
didn’t want to leave, and I didn’t want move or face reality, so I chose to lie
there and let the crippling fog of sleep take over so I could pretend none of
it happened.
I
peeked under the bathroom door into his office. It was dark and silent so I
felt up the wall finding the light switch and turned it on. Walking over to the
bathroom sink and looking into the mirror was painful, a visible reminder of
how pathetic I truly was. Splashing water on my face wouldn’t rinse away the
misery. I left as quickly as possible, peeking out of the blinds into the hallway
until the coast was clear so I could open the door and run down the emergency
exit stairs.
Right
when I got home, I got into the bathtub. All I wanted to do was cleanse myself
of Landon Black, but the water wouldn’t get hot enough, and my hands couldn’t
scrub fast enough. I wanted to wash away the way he made me feel. I wanted to
wash away everything he did to me Saturday night. I was so disgusted with
myself. How could I be so blind? Sobs strangled my lungs as my cries tore up my
throat until after a while I finally just stopped. Like a blown fuse, my body
shut off. I lay in a white bathroom, in the white tub, with white noise
resonating in my ears, yet all I could think about was red. I sat in the
bathtub letting the hot water that had now turned to ice soak my skin. He used
me. Everything that happened between us was a goddamn lie. So many questions
raced through my mind. The biggest one was why?
About
the Author
My love for literature
and writing is an addiction. My mind is continually telling stories and I have
a queue of books I want to write being stacked up in my brain. I don’t know how
to write pretty and perfect so I write perfectly flawed and unpredictable. Just
like life.
I’m married to my best
friend and I’m mother to three little miracles. I love going to farmers
markets, bookstores, and long drives with my family in my ruby red Bronco. I
also have an unhealthy love for makeup, Oreos, Halloween, queso dip, psychic
readings, sushi, massages, and Redd’s Apple Ale.
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