Release Date: February 17
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Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20324107-destroyed
She’s a woman with a dirty secret.
I’m complicated. Not broken or ruined or running
from a past I can’t face. Just complicated. For good reason.
I thought my life couldn’t get any more tangled
in deceit and confusion. But I hadn’t met him. I hadn’t been sucked into his
lies or taught to run from everything that he is. Instead, I let him ensnare
me, seduce me, trap me with secrets—Hazel Hunter
He’s a man with a killer secret.
I’ve never pretended to be good or deserving.
Despite the shadows I live in, I’m ultimately a slave to my secrets and that
gives me a free pass to chase who I want, be who I want, act how I want.
I didn’t have time to lust after a woman I had
no right to lust after. I told myself to shut up and stay hidden. But how could
I deny her? How could I deny my one chance at redemption? But then she tried to
run. I’d found a cure to my existence and damned if I would let her go—Roan Fox
And secrets silently destroy them.
Grabbing my case, I wheeled it fast, dodging people
until I was close enough to say, “You owe me.”
Slamming to a halt, he spun around.
Fear suffocated my throat as he seemed to grow larger,
adopting an icy exterior that gave no hint of remorse or humanity.
I froze, locked in his ferocious stare.
He shuddered as his entire body went into lockdown. Muscles
bunched beneath his clothing, his aura trembled with aggression and rebellion.
“I owe you nothing,” he spit.
My heart raced. Truth screamed loud and clear. Somehow
he got those scars thanks to a debt gone wrong. He wasn’t a free man. He was
owned by someone who either kept him on a tight leash, or abused him so much it
wouldn’t take much more for him to snap.
Hardly breathing for fear of retribution, I dropped my
eyes to his forearm. Corded muscle spoke of strength while the fine haze of
brown hair obscured another pink and fresh scar. Even the pinpricks of recently
removed stitches were visible on either side of the knitted together flesh.
My God. What happened
to him?
A war battled inside me. I wanted to forget all about
him, all the while begging to know everything. I’d never met anyone who had
such deep complexities like me. He didn’t hide them as well as I did. His
nerves were frayed, his grip on normalcy slipping.
Stiffening my spine, I whispered, “Give me your name.
You know mine. It’s only fair.”
For a moment, I thought he would throttle me. Reach
out and grab my throat in his large hands and wring the air from my body. But
then his anger diminished, flickered out to be replaced with utter weariness.
“Pretend I never saw yours. You’re not getting my
name.”
Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex… her books have sex.
She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends.
Her debut book Tears of Tess will be followed with Quintessentially Q. You didn’t think Q could stop so soon, did you? Her other two titles, Last Shadow and Broken Chance will be coming soon.
Twitter: @PepperWinters
Blog: pepperwinters.wordpress.com
Email: pepperwinters@gmail.com
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