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282 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 28, 2014
Seriously, lets get things straight... I should have died. Reality folks; the shit he put inside me would have killed most people. I like to think I lived because I was meant to save people, and that I was meant to be greater and do more. Everybody has his or her own measure of worth, and that was mine.
She’s used to my Kade-ness. You should be too. Come on, it’s me, Mr. Dark and intriguing with a side of fucked up. Yeah, I’m pretty much priceless.Sam. I felt for Sam. I can’t even imagine going through a fraction of what she went through. She is the true definition of the word survivor.
Kade made me forget, with his intense eyes, dark obsession, and his touch. His touch always made me feel cherished, wanted... completely fucking possessed.
She made me feel again. Made it all mean something again. She found me under ll the rubble. Beneath the waste and the debris that was piled atop of me. And she grabbed my hand and helped me stand up again. Helped me live again.
‘I didn’t love her because she was beautiful or sexy. I loved her because she made everything around us beautiful, because she made me look at the fucking bloody world differently.’
“She’s all the reward I’ll ever need in this life.”

Well.... HELL!







































"And her demons, well, they played very well with mine, and when we were together, neither of us had to babysit them, they went off on their own, leaving us be."
"She brought me back from the dead. I never realized how ugly my insides were until she showed me what beauty really was."


REVIEW | AMAZON
AMAZONThen, I saw the man behind the flowers, standing larger than life, in that darkness full of shadows and emptiness.
David.
“You need to tell me what’s going on. Tell me something, babe. I can’t do this anymore, this sick twisted worrying, I need more of the story.” The sad smile he offered me pulled at my insides, “I don’t want half of you, or bits and pieces, baby. I bloody want all of you.”
“Sod off! Psych 101. There are five stages of grief and I’m owning that shit. They ARE my bitches.”
“You should be getting dressed too, instead of slumming it in your sexy-pjs all day, cuddling up under those covers. Sniffing my soap,” she smirked.
Fuuuuck. She knew I sniffed her soap? Cinnamon-motherfucking-apples. I bet she doesn’t know about her underwear…Yeah, can you see my smirk?
Come on, it’s me, Mr. Dark and intriguing with a side of fucked up. Yeah, I’m pretty much priceless.
“I had told her I was falling in love with her, a few moments before my body claimed hers for the first time months ago, the utmost bloody disgusting cliché for a writer, but I did it. It was pure deception. Because I wasn’t falling, I had plummeted the minute I saw her, and have been lying at her feet ever since.”
“Oh, my God. Your warped curiosity wants to know anyway, doesn’t it? Fuck it. As long as it’s not you, right? As long as the story is about someone else and you can get to feel bad, get to be part of the experience a bit, and then walk away without all the years of anger and fear that really comes with it.”
“I earned my strength when a sick psychotic man took the perfect world I built for myself, shook it like a snow globe, and smashed it up against a wall. I have earned every breath I’ve ever took, while being choked at the hands of a madman.”
“It’s not my job to change or fix you…my job is to love you with no expectations of you ever being anything more than what you are. If you change at all, I will love what you become, whatever it may be.”
“Hey, love? Guess what today is?”
“Smack Kade in the fucking face day?”
… “Oh, you’re bloody brilliant, love. No that only happens on Sundays.”
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