18 + In time, fractured bones mend and torn flesh heals. But what about a fractured soul? Years of abuse have left Leah scared and broken, in solitude with the only symbol of the person she used to be-her violin.
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Published: September 22nd, 2015
Sometimes the only thing worse than revealing a painful secret is keeping it from the one who wants to save you.
In time, fractured bones mend and torn flesh heals. But what about a fractured soul? Years of abuse have left Leah scared and broken, in solitude with the only symbol of the person she used to be-her violin.
While in hiding, she never expected to meet the handsome and alluring Asher. Can he save her before all is lost or will her secrets become the death of her?
WARNING This book contains adult material including violence and sexual content intended for readers over the age of 18.
EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT
It’s just like riding a bicycle, your hands and body never forget what they are supposed to do, right? I slip it snug up against my throat, jaw on the chin rest. With fingers in place, I bring the bow down. As I slide it across the strings, I see the images of Ian and everything that happened. Hesitating to do something that once was second nature to me makes me feel weak. I shake my head no. “Maybe this wasn’t the best idea. I’m just not ready to fall flat on my face for a second time.” I hate that all Asher has seen so far of me is all of my weaknesses and fear.
“And if you fall, I’ll be here to catch you.” He walks over toward me, hands stretched out. He pulls me up into a hug and begins kissing me. His kisses melt away every other thought, leaving me to only think of him. Our feet start to move like a dance. We turn, and he’s pushing me backward with each step he takes. I don’t know where we’re heading but we can’t get there soon enough.
Misha Elliott is an old movie watching, wine drinking, book-lover. Once a northerner she now calls the sweet state of Alabama her home. She can't remember a time when books weren't a part of her life. Writing gives her a reason to talk to the voices in her head. When she isn't writing you will find her talking about books with friends or at the beach with her toes in the sand.
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