(Scarred Bullet, #3)
Publication date: March 17th 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance
I’m supposed to be strong.
Until I found I was in a relationship I swore I would never be in.
I didn’t know how trapped I was until Dean Sailer walked into the diner, making me question who I turned into.
Dean reeked of overconfidence. He’s sarcastic and thinks he’s funny.
The worst part is I find myself smiling when I don’t feel like it. He brought out something inside me that I locked away a long time ago.
I wanted nothing to do with him.
I wanted to stay contained in my world.
When tragedy threatens the life of me and my best friend, he’s the one I find myself relying on.
He’s there for me when no one else is.
No matter how much I try to resist Dean Sailer, he seems to delve deeper into a place I thought was gone.
Can I change?Or will I be the definition of what I’ve made myself out to be?
I am a Leo. Born August 10, living on the east coast. I self-published my first novel, PNEUMA, November 2014, and it’s hasn’t stopped since.
One of my biggest problems was having too much to read. Now my newfound problem; having too much to write and not enough hands to type it out. Not enough brains to put the stories together fast enough. Not enough tea or coffee to keep me awake 24/7.
So, like every normal person, I have to take it one day at a time.
My cravings for sweets keep me going, any sort of cakes (especially red velvet), pies, cookies, and ice cream.
I have a cat named Bongo-Bongo, who loves to get in my way when I’m trying to work, but is too cute for me to fight him off.
And then I have my family, specifically my husband, who puts up with my endless nights, my tapping of the keyboard, my ridiculous imagination, and yet, he always encourages me to believe in myself and follow my dreams.
He came up to the fridge with the door in-between us. He was catching his breath and he had sweat dripping from his forehead. “If it was that douchebag, Patrick–”
“Whatever,” he snapped and continued, “I suggest you erase anything he has said about you, because I’m pretty sure he was just spouting off lies.” I looked into those hard-set icy-blues and then he gave a small nod and tapped my forehead. “Got it? Erased?”
What was wrong with him? He didn’t even know what he said. He didn’t even know our relationship. Yet he knew he had said horrible things about me, and he was defending me like he knew me? Do I get mad? Do I lash out again? Or do I just take his compliment and accept it, just like he has accepted me in his eyes?
Was there something wrong with me?
The day had actually not been bad considering everything and it was probably because of him. I’ll play along. I smiled. “Erased what?”
“Exactly!” He pointed. “Almost done, last run.” And then he ran out again.
Gosh, he got food for a whole Thanksgiving dinner or something. It was way more for me to eat, let alone two people: a bag of potatoes, steaks, chicken, ground beef, and a lot of canned food too. Wow, he insisted on getting a lot of Chef Boyardee. I started pulling them out and trying to find places for them.
“Okay, that’s it; I’m not working out for like a month!” Dean panted and dropped more bags on the table and then sat down. He looked up at me and pointed his finger, squinting his eyes. “You milady, have already tired me out and we didn’t even have sex.”
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