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PUBLISHER: Swoon Romance
Publication Date: July 5, 2016
Ages: New Adult
Category: NA Contemporary
*** AUTHOR’S NOTE and CONTENT WARNING: This story contains triggers for rape victims and soldiers. I did my best to remain respectful to the healing process for both. Hillary’s feelings are hers alone and ONLY represent how she feels about her attack. Dylan’s emotions about his time at war are his ALONE. You are all strong and beautiful, and you will soar again! ***
A broken soldier …
Dylan Meyer lived his life fast and hard, doing anything to keep his emotions masked. In Crystal Gulf, Texas, women, drugs, and alcohol are in abundance. After all, it’s a college town. But eventually, his lifestyle caught up to him. The birth of his daughter, Aubrey, forced him to grow up and take responsibility for his actions. He let his vices go, cleaned up his act, and allowed himself to fall for Harley Evans.
But Dylan is a liar.
He lied to himself. To Harley. To his best friend, Bach. And then he lied himself right into a U.S. Army uniform. When he went to war, he left Harley with his best friend in hopes that he’d look out for her while he was deployed. Not in his darkest nightmares did he think Bach and Harley would fall in love.
A fallen angel …
Hillary Hayes is an eighteen-year-old sophomore in college who understands the importance of rules. She’s followed them her entire life. She gets perfect grades, avoids dating, and won’t stray from the future her mother mapped out. On the outside, she’s perfect. Inside, she’s drowning.
That carefully crafted future disappears when she downs a beer at a party. What’s left of that night is the wreckage of the girl she used to be.
Until she meets Dylan. Her brother’s best friend.
When Dylan returns from war, he can’t move past the betrayal. His daughter’s growing up without him. Flashbacks and PTSD from his time in Afghanistan consume him. He loses himself in a dark depression. There is no light in his darkness …until he meets Hillary. His best friend’s little sister is the only good thing among all the bad.
He’s her safe place.
She’s his light.
Can two damaged souls ever find peace, or is the damage too much to overcome?
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When I walk into a book store I feel at home. When I smell the pages of a brand new book things make sense. When I read I am who I always wanted to be. I read to escape and I write so others can as well. My family, my actress dog Bella, coffee, and a steamy love story are a few of my most precious things. My Sweet Demise is my debut new-adult contemporary romance novel. Keep up to date with future releases by following on Twitter: @shanavauthor
Before I met Harley, this was who I was. A man who used whatever he wanted to use to forget the darkness of his past. A man who hurt to hide his hurt. And a man who lied to hide the truth. When I came home and woke up from surgery, Bach kept me in the dark for some time before he told me the truth. He’d taken my girl when he promised to watch out for her. Ever since that day, I’d let the lies go and slid back into my old skin.
This was Dylan Meyer.
Like him or not.
A man who had fallen too many times to bother trying to get up again. I’d lie there, on the floor, with gravel in my wounds and my eyes staring up at the midnight sky until I found this uncomfortable position comfortable again.
Something about the darkness always made me unsettled.
Tonight I was out with a pack of wolves, and I was their sacrifice, slinking within the black of the night, enveloping myself in their sin. Chills broke out across my skin, and I looked over into the passenger seat at my best-friend. Her long tan legs poked out of her skirt. It was at that time I realized exactly what I’d done. I was dressed just like them. The desire to go home and the desire to save my friend swirled around in my brain as the girls talked about wolfish things, confusing me.
Mom was going to kill me.
He turned his cold eyes on me. “I take it back. Rules be damned. There’s no way in hell I’m going to allow another man to look at you like that.”
“Like what?” I breathed.
“Like he knew how good you tasted.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “I’m the only one who gets to taste this good girl, isn’t that right, baby?”
I nodded senselessly, struck by how dark his eyes were, how much the anger in them looked like emotion, want—he wanted me.
“Isn’t that right?” he repeated darkly.
“Yes.” I closed the gap and pressed my lips to his.
So I opened my mouth and told him the truth. How my nightmares ate me alive. How when I closed my eyes I saw nothing but blood and bullets. How the guilt of my actions have rotted in my soul. How Harley was a shield. That when I say I’m bad, it’s not because of the bad things I want to do, but because of the bad things I have already done. That in my dreams it’s my fault for losing my unit, because I listened to Spits, when I should have listened to myself.
I knew I’d be stuck there until I figured out how to free myself. No one else would free me, but me. No one would call my name or break the door down. I would crawl from that bed in my skirt and open the door myself. I would smile because I deserved to. I would let my nightmares exist in the darkness because I deserved the light. I would save myself because I deserved to feel safe.
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