(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?
His grin got bigger, like he was amused with my sarcasm. Worse thing was; I liked it.
His smile slowly disappeared, and I found myself missing it. “Is Peter going to be
there?” he asked. I could hear the anger laced with it.
I tilted my head, trying to hold back my snicker. “Preston?”
I ignored him and gave a small shrug. “I don’t know. There’s no telling.”
He crossed his arms. “You should come home with me, at least until Paul cools off
I was going to correct him again, but his statement stopped me. Is he being serious?
“I’m being serious.” He was glaring, but not how I was used to with Preston; it was
sterner, laced with worry and confusion.
I gave him a one-through, looking down at his expensive black boots, his faded dark
jeans, his name-brand top with the gold symbol on the side and his eyes… those damn
bright cerulean eyes. He was confusing as hell, because even though I’d seen every
damn different shade of blue, his was unique. His seemed kind. He seemed different. And
that was what I didn’t trust about myself.
I always chose wrong.
“I don’t go home with strangers,” I finally answer.
He tilted up his brow. “A stranger would treat you better than Paco does.”
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.