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316 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 21, 2015
”Crisis was like a leech that kept sucking the blood out of me, but it wasn’t blood, it was my coldness. It was as if he was the heater turned on high and I was the block of ice that was slowly melting“ Haven
”You will break. One day that cool exterior you’re hiding behind will shatter. It has to. It has nowhere to go. And when it does happen, I intend to be there to help you pick up the pieces.“ Crisis
”I craved her attention. It was my drug. She was my drug and I wanted her to share with me the one thing I loved more than anything – music,….Our voices instantly entwined in perfect harmony and from the subtle eyes widening, I knew she was just surprised as me.” Crisis
”There were no words as we both panted and stared at one another before our mouths crashed together. And it was a crash. It was teeth hitting, and noses getting in the way and lips crushed. “ Haven

”I was swimming in an ocean of black, unable to find my way back to shore. I didn’t know whether I’d sink to the bottom or if I’d have enough strength to read water until shore found its way to me. But I had a life jacket. I had Crisis. And if I sank to the bottom, I knew I’d lift back up – to him.”Haven
”Haven. You’re perfect. You’re my perfect. And I’m yours.“ Crisis

We all know the definition of shattered: to break into pieces; to weaken, destroy; to damage, as by breaking or crushing.
But my story isn't about being shattered.
It's about surviving the pieces.


My past would never have me again. Conquer. Destroy. Bleed the memories.

Don't want to fuck a girl so damaged she can't breathe without hurting." He lowered his voice and it went all husky. "What I want is to help her learn to laugh again. And I want her trust."

Crisis was like a leech that kept sucking the blood out of me, but it wasn't blood. It was my coldness. It was as if he was the heater turned on high and I was the block of ice that was slowly melting.

You didn't break, Haven. Your pieces may have scattered, but they didn't break.
Vincent. Please."
His voice vibrated against me and I swear it was why he spoke. "Please won't work this time, Ice. Melting is a slow process.





"Your pieces may have scattered, but they didn’t break.”

“You will break. One day that cool exterior you’re hiding behind will shatter. It has to. It has nowhere to go. And when it does happen, I intend to be there to help you pick up the pieces.”

I was swimming in an ocean of black, unable to find my way back to shore. I didn’t know whether I’d sink to the bottom or if I’d have enough strength to tread water until shore found its way to me. But I had a life jacket. I had Crisis. And if I sank to the bottom, I knew I’d lift back up—to him.






Do cucumbers have any usefulness besides tasting like shit and looking like cock? Why the hell do they have to put them in every salad? Tomatoes, okay. Cucumbers are sliced up dicks, fuck no.
These were the texts from Crisis I was supposed to respond to.
"I like you. I care about you."
“I won’t have sex with you, Crisis."
“Don’t want to fuck a girl so damaged she can’t breathe without hurting. What I want is to help her learn to laugh again. And I want her trust.”
Crisis was like breathing in fresh air. The beauty of him was there were no lies. No mask. He said what everyone else was too polite or afraid to say.
"Shit, babe, you're really fuckin' adorable. I may need to make you mine."












Crisis was like breathing in fresh air. The beauty of him was that there were no lies. No mask. He said what everyone else was too polite of afraid to say.

“When you laugh, it’s like being handed a piece of you no one else has ever seen.”
I slipped my hand away, down her inner thigh again then back up until my fingers tap-danced across her pussy again.


“You will break. One day that cool exterior you’re hiding behind will shatter. It has to. It has nowhere to go. And when it does happen, I intend to be there to help you pick up the pieces.”


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We all know the definition of shattered: to break into pieces; to weaken, destroy; to damage, as by breaking or crushing.
But my story isn't about being shattered.
It's about surviving the pieces.
It's about the strength found within the damaged.
It's about love. Love found despite the jagged, tainted edges of who I'd become.
Warning: parts are ugly and dark. But there is beauty, too, and that is why we are here.
We all know the definition of shattered: to break into pieces; to weaken, destroy; to damage, as by breaking or crushing.
But my story isn’t about being shattered.
It’s about surviving the pieces.
It’s about the strength found within the damaged.
It’s about love. Love found despite the jagged, tainted edges of who I’d become.
Warning: parts are ugly and dark. But there is beauty, too, and that is why we are here.
“You will break. One day that cool exterior you’re hiding behind will shatter. It has to. It has nowhere to go. And when it does happen, I intend to be there to help you pick up the pieces.”
“I need more. From you, I need more because I want all of you, not just slices of what you think is safe to give me.”
“There’s no going back after my mouth is on yours.”
“Don’t want to go back … I want to go forward, always. With you.”
“I’m in love, baby. You’re my best friend and I love every part of you.”
“Jesus, Kite. It’s been a week.”
“No, it’s been months. You guys may not have been fucking, but you were together long before you whipped out your cock.”
Her demons weren’t black shadows. They were fuckin’ monsters and the road ahead was one that was going to test every part of me and her. But for some reason, it didn’t scare me. Because as long as she was in my arms, we’d be okay.”
Audiobook source: Audible
Narrator: Stella Bloom & Kas Vadim
Length: 9H 54M