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369 pages, ebook
Published December 8, 2016






“My willpower hadn’t just dissolved…
It was shattered.”
“He was the sweet taste of honey before the bee stung, the apple from Eden—so delicious, yet morally wrong.”


“But the way he was kissing me was anything but childish, far from it. It was sensual, passionate… incredible.”


"I went from feeling like I was on the greatest high ever to crashing within seconds..."

"Whether it was women or drugs, bitterness always followed, telling me nothing would, or ever could, be perfect."Clara Hatton is back in the classroom and schooling Dante in English has been put on the back burner as the focus shifts to dueling gangs, violence, abuse, and a raw lust that is consuming. Dante is still struggling with his trust issues, and his feelings for Clara only further complicate his ability to find himself. Longing for safety and love, he self-medicates with whatever he can get his hands on. His favorite thing to have in his hands is, of course, Clara.
"I didn't want her ever to stop touching me. She was better than any drug-ecstasy in female form, her touch giving me more pleasure than I'd ever felt before."Told in multiple points of views, Shattered Poetry has a multi-layered plot with many characters clamoring for a better life. With a blend of forbidden romance, gang violence, broken families, and addiction dysfunction colors every moment of Shattered Poetry. The action in the plot keeps the pacing intense, and although I continued to hope for each character to find their way, they seemed to continue to sink further into their own individual torment. With complex characters, an intense plot, and tragic circumstances, Shattered Poetry is full of angst and unbridled passion. If you thought the ending in Broken English was explosive Shattered Poetry is like a crashing tsunami. With the curveball of the century, Ms. Hansen promises to keep us guessing until the bitter end.










He was the sweet taste of honey before the bee stung,the apple from Eden-so delicious,yet morally wrong.





I hated history, fucking hated everything to do with the past, because I kept repeating it, making the same mistakes over and over again, never fucking learning.
Like Eve, I’d tasted the forbidden fruit, but instead of taking one bite, I’d gorged myself on Dante, savouring his delicious flavour, until I had guilt smeared across my face and mind, something I could never wash off.

He was like a walking porno, everything he did extremely sexual.
I wanted to cocoon him in my arms, wiping away all his upset, as well as to protect him from more. But I couldn’t. No matter how much I wanted to.


"He was wearing me down, making it harder to walk away. Every time he said something, did something, it drew me more and more into his web."

"The boy created conflicting emotions in me, ones I didn't know how to deal with."
"I wondered what it would be like to disappear like the smoke, leaving no trace behind. Here one second, gone the next."













“There was no going back now.
I was his.
For better or for worse.”



“I’d gorged myself on Dante, savouring his delicious flavour, until I had guilt smeared across my face and mind, something I could never wash off.”
“Although I needed money, I needed the last shred of my sanity more”
“Ignoring my hand, he yanked me to him, wrapping his arms around me again. “We’re gonna be like Bonnie and Clyde.”







ARC provided in exchange for an honest review.
by author Marita A. Hansen.





†He was the sweet taste of honey before the bee stung, the apple from Eden – so delicious, yet morally wrong.†
†“Whether it was woman or drugs, bitterness always followed, telling me nothing would, or ever could, be perfect.”†
†“Want is the seed love grows out of.”†

†“But you do care for me, otherwise you’d be on t top of me, riding my cock, like the other chicks I’ve been with. They’re more interested in how I look on the outside than the ugliness in here.” He tapped his head.†
†His upper lip twitched with agitation. “I am, everyone knows it. I’m an evil bastard, while you’re a horny bitch who can’t get enough of my underage cock."†
† “For me, obsession is the seed that my love grew from.”†

†“I was an English teacher, a twenty-four-year old married woman, who’d just had sex with her fifteen-year-old student.”†

†A shattered piece of poetry of a broken boy in a soon to be broken home.†

ARC kindly provided by the author in exchange for an honest review

“And Dante was pure temptation, everything about him sinfully erotic.”
“How do you know if you love someone?”

“But that was the thing with her. I didn’t have to think when we were in the moment. I only had to feel. And the feeling was out of this world.”


ღ . ღ .ღ. (F) BR with the Shhluts! .ღ. ღ . ღ




- But it wasn't just his looks that fascinated me. It was his energy, his whole verve, which ranged from cheeky to mournful to absolutely captivating. At times his dark eyes almost glowed with a supernatural energy, the life within him so much more magnetic than anyone else I'd know.
- "Want is the seed love grows out of."

