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369 pages, ebook
First published October 6, 2017
The darkness wasn't always there. I was bright and shiny once. There was no tarnish at my edges, no very bad thing that existed in me. I had a mother, and a boyfriend, and a life. I was loved. I had plans and goals and aspirations.
In my rage, I find my solace. In my rage, I vanquish my despair.




"I should forget the boy I loved ever existed."


"Please let me breathe."Cassie Carlino and Leo Bentley live in the small town of Gun Creek, Nevada. They are high school sweethearts who love each other madly and deeply. In a town full of poverty and drug addiction, Leo and Cassie long to escape the bitter cold world of Gun Creek together. When terror strikes the town, Leo and Cassie's world is thrown into a tailspin. Leo and Cassie are torn apart and great pain and destruction threaten to destroy their lives.

"Be careful what you say.Told in multiple POV, Gun Shy is like a thrilling ride that will steal your breath and stop your heart. With complex characters and an intricately constructed plot, every moment is weaved together with suspense and action. Set in a dysfunctional world, the characters are put in extreme situations and as the lines between right and wrong begin to blur, the stakes are high for Cassie and Leo to find their way together again. I highly recommend entering this read blindly and just remember to hang on tight because it is going to be a bumpy ride full of twists and turns that you will never see coming.
Be careful who you talk to."








“He looks at me with eyes that have seen violence since I last gazed into them. I know because I recognize the hardness inside his soul; it matches mine.”
“She will not be my vice. She will not be my forgiver. She will not be my redemption.”
“You can never run away from your past. It will chase you through the night, and all into the next morning.”













4.5★★★★Stars

"You begin to realize that the darkness you've been given is not burden, but a gift."
“She will not be my vice. She will not be my forgiver. She will not be my redemption.”
"I can see myself in his eyes. My soul. He's taken it from me. "




The darkness wasn't always there. I was bright and shiny once. There was no tarnish at my edges, no very bad thing that existed in me. I had a mother, and a boyfriend, and a life. I was loved. I had plans and goals and aspirations.
In my rage, I find my solace. In my rage, I vanquish my despair.










Grown where you’re planted, the saying goes, but everything withers and dies here in winter. Even in summer, it’s winter for me. It’s been winter for eight years. I have long since shed my petals and burrowed beneath the layer of snow that smothers this place.
Some days I feel like I’m made of glass, my clothes and my hair and my downturned eyes the only things that stop the light from getting in, from showing the world what’s happening within me. Who’s touched me. Who’s been inside me.
Nobody can ever know the things I’ve done.