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Total pages in book: 104
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Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)

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A sexy second-chance romance from New York Times Bestselling Author Nashoda Rose. Can be read as a standalone. A first kiss that changed everything. Killian Kane He was the most feared guy in high-school. Guarded. Angry. A fighter. But when I caught him watching me with his captivating green eyes I saw something more. Something protective and kind. He warned me to stay away from him. I did. Until I didn’t and he kissed me. A knee weakening, body tingling kiss that left me breathless. And scared the hell out of me. And then… He warned me never to come near him again or next time he wouldn’t let me go. That was eleven years ago. We aren't teenagers anymore. He has probably forgotten me. He’s a famous rock star now. I’m a dance instructor with a broken dream and desperate for a job. So, when we cross paths again I don't expect him to remember me. He does. And his warning eleven years ago? I'm about to find out exactly what that meant.
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Toronto

A fist slammed into the metal locker beside my head and my math book cradled in my arms slipped and fell to the floor with a loud clunk.

I sucked in a mouthful of air and froze.

The fist belonged to Killian Kane.

The Killian Kane.

Rumor was he’d been suspended from school numerous times for fighting, and the only reason he hadn’t been expelled was his father donated a lot of money to the school.

And yeah, I was scared of him. You’d be stupid not to be.

Thankfully his fist indenting the locker wasn’t to get my attention; it was to get Josh Clery’s attention—the guy who unfortunately had the locker beside me.

“Ki… te,” Josh stuttered as he turned around, his face pale, hands at half-mast.

Killian’s nickname was Kite. And at first thought, the word conjured a beautiful kite flying through the air in a gentle wind.

This was not the origin of his nickname. Far from it.

Because the word Kite also meant “to prey on others.” And Killian lived up to that nickname. Although in his defense, he did it sort of fairly.

He fought the older kids who bullied the younger ones. He banned wedgies after some kid was found in the changing room hanging on the wall hook by his underwear.

If Killian heard about shit like that, he dealt with it.

Often that meant dealing with kids older and bigger than him.

He was fearless, and there was a part of me that was awestruck by him because nothing deterred him from his purpose.

Unwavering.

Unbending.

My perception of a Greek god was pretty much Killian. One of the god’s who had a temper and knew how much power he wielded and used it.

He was good looking, but that wasn’t what made him attractive. It was how he drew you into him like a string on a marionette with his steady green eyes.

I’d never spoken to him, and he’d never said a word to me, which was a good thing since no one wanted Killian Kane’s attention.

Although, on a few occasions when I saw him in the hallways, I swore he watched me. And when our eyes would lock briefly, he always looked away while I’d lower my head and walk away as fast as I could with my heart racing and legs quivering.

He did that to me, made me breathless, which wasn’t a good thing.

Killian supposedly moved here from Ireland a few years ago, but I’d been at a different grade school than him. He was also a year ahead of me, so even though we were now in the same high school we didn’t have any classes together. And I was glad because I’d never be able to concentrate with him so close.

The first time I’d witnessed Killian in action was in the cafeteria.

He was in a rock band with a few guys from school, until ‘the fight’. The second Killian walked into the cafeteria that day there was tension. I’d heard the hushed whispers and the rumor that Killian had hooked up with the lead singer’s girlfriend. I hadn’t thought it was true because Killian had never been seen with any girls.

His band mates had stood when he’d approached, and I’d been terrified for him because there were three of them and only him. I’d wanted him to turn around and walk out. But Killian would never have done that, and he didn’t. He’d walked right by them and went and got his food.

It was when he had his lunch in hand that it happened.

The lead singer stepped into his path and dumped Killian’s tray on the floor.

Killian remained completely calm. But that was where his nickname came into play.

Because he’d bent, picked up his tray and now ruined lunch, then threw it in the garbage. Then he’d strode back to him.

The predator approached his prey. And there was no doubt they were prey to him.

I’d never heard the cafeteria so silent before. The only sounds were Killian’s footsteps and his ex-band mate’s chuckles. They’d either been really brave or completely stupid considering Killian’s reputation. Maybe they’d thought since they were on school property, he wouldn’t do anything.

He did.

I had no idea how Killian did it as it happened so fast, but in one move he had the lead singer on his back and on the floor. Within seconds the guy was begging. I couldn’t see exactly what Killian did to him, but it was calm, controlled, and without a flicker of fear.

A new guy, Sculpt, who I didn’t know except by name, had stood up from his table and moved closer to Killian. I assumed to back him up if the other band mates jumped him.

They didn’t, probably because Sculpt was even scarier than Killian. Sculpt’s tattooed, bulging arms and dark, almost black, intense eyes were pretty intimidating.

Ever since that fight, Killian and Sculpt hung out together, and I’d heard they started their own band with a couple of guys from another school.

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With You Read Online Nashoda Rose (Tear Asunder #0.5) http://www.ilovenovels.com/with-you-read-online-nashoda-rose Fri, 03 Jun 2016 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/with-you-read-online-nashoda-rose Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, BDSM, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Authors: Nashoda Rose Series: Tear Asunder Series by Nashoda Rose
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Total pages in book: 20
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Sculpt is an illegal fighter. He’s also the lead singer of a local rock band. No one knows his real name. And from the moment I met him, he made me forget mine. In order to convince Sculpt to give me self-defense lessons, I had to follow his one rule—no complaining or he’d walk. I didn’t think it would be a problem. I could handle a few bruises. What I hadn’t anticipated was landing on my back with Sculpt on top of me and my entire body burning up for him. I tried to ignore it. I failed of course. And having a hot, tattooed badass on top of me week after week, acting completely immune to what he was doing to my body—it was frustrating as hell, so I broke his rule—I complained. Then he kissed me. Author’s Note: This novella is Sculpt and Emily’s beginning and how they met. It is an extra and not required to be read before “Torn from You”. Their story and what happens to them is the novel “Torn from You”. Warning Huge cliff-hanger. Like huge! But “With You” and “Torn from You” are released on the same day.*
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Chapter 1

“Holy Christ Eme, look at that popsicle. Now that’s Häagen-Dazs quality.” Kat stood beside me, mouth agape, eyes plastered on Sculpt who was currently pounding into his opponent, The Obliterator. “Damn, he’s totally fuckable. Like slam you against the wall fuckable.”

She pinched my arm when I didn’t respond.

“Oww.” I rubbed the spot where her fingers squeezed my skin.

“You see those arms? I bet he could hold you up against the wall and fuck you without even huffing. Nix that, I want him huffing.”

Sculpt was naked from the waist up, rippling muscles flexing with every punch. His long legs were agile and lean, able to move quickly compared to the other guy’s slower bulk. Kind of like a Hummer against a bulldozer.

But, there was something about his eyes that had me watching him with breathless excitement mixed with a spritz of nervousness. They were dark, nearly black and piercing, as if he was looking right into his opponent and breaking him apart with his concentrated fearlessness. Shivers tap-danced across my heated skin, then a tweak of something hit my stomach. It felt like I was twirling in a field with my arms out and dandelion puffs were blowing all around me. A dizzying effect, yet beautiful and odd at the same time.

“You sure you want to do this?” Kat’s voice tore me away from Sculpt who had just thrown The Obliterator onto his back and was pulling his arm back at an odd angle. “I’m all for hot guys, but he looks really scary. A hot scary, but still the hotness doesn’t negate the scary cause he is oozing scariness. What about one of those classes? You know, the ones the college offers.”

I’d already considered it, but waiting three months until classes started in September was not an option for me. I needed Sculpt’s help now, and since Kat’s brother knew him, it put him at the top of my list. Matt said the guy was in a rock band and was only fighting to try and make enough money to go on tour. Sculpt needing money was a bonus for me, because I was offering. Not much, but it was something.

“Matt says he’s a good guy,” I reminded her, but I was beginning to think he’d just meant the guy hadn’t killed anyone yet. I think his answer would’ve been far different if he knew Kat and I were interested in actually meeting Sculpt.

My breath hitched as Sculpt pushed his damp hair off his forehead, his fingers weaving through the messy walnut strands. It was a casual gesture, but when he did it . . . it was like my body was being infused with electricity. Why was I suddenly so hot? It wasn’t like Toronto was scorching in June, although right now it felt over a hundred degrees and humid as hell.

“Yeah, Matt says that so he doesn’t get the crap beat out of him.” I laughed because Matt was over six foot, all muscle, and didn’t take “crap” from anyone. “And if Matt finds out we’re here, we’re eating beets for the rest of the month.” Kat’s parents had passed away ten years ago in a drinking and driving accident. Unfortunately, it had been their dad who’d been driving drunk and ran into a cement bridge doing a hundred. Matt, being eighteen at the time, raised Kat on his own, and he cooked—Kat didn’t. That meant he decided what to eat, and he’d totally give her beets for a month. And since I’d moved in with them two years ago, I’d get beets too, but I liked beets.

“Holy Jesus. You see that?” Kat started jumping up and down, screaming Sculpt’s name with the rest of the young college crowd as The Obliterator lay unconscious on the ground. “One punch and down for the count. Woot. Woot. Woot,” Kat shouted while pumping the air with her fist.

I clapped, but as I watched Sculpt, blood dripping down his forehead into his eye, and his chest glistening with sweat, my nerves crept up on me like a horde of white-tailed spiders. Kat was right, he was scary. The tattoo on his left arm extended from his shoulder down to his elbow. The dark black ink popped the images so they appeared three dimensional and vibrant. It suited him and made him totally . . . fuckable.

I noticed Sculpt’s eyes narrow and stare at something behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see what held his attention so intently and expected to see some hot girl. Instead I saw an older man, maybe fifty or so, standing at the back of the warehouse looking right back at Sculpt. It was so obvious, everyone else was jostling one another or exchanging money, but not this guy. He stood like a statue—staring right back at Sculpt. His thin lips curved upward in slow motion. It wasn’t a warm-and-fuzzy smile, more like a smile that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention, begging to be plucked so they could run for their lives.

Sculpt’s body stiffened. Maybe others wouldn’t have noticed, but I did, because when he ran his hand through his hair this time, it was completely different. His fingers were curled and his nails looked like they would’ve dug grooves into his scalp. When he lowered his arm it was unsteady and slow—rigid.

I glanced back over my shoulder at the guy. The man had this evil glint in his tapered eyes, and his thin lips were pressed together so hard that his bottom lip nearly disappeared. He was wearing a suit; odd considering they were in a filthy abandoned warehouse with mostly college kids.

Lip-guy gave one nod to Sculpt then turned and started to leave. He was surrounded by five men who looked like they were part of the underground fighting ring. I tugged on Kat’s shirt. “Who’s that? The guy leaving.”

Kat glanced over her shoulder toward the door and shrugged. “No idea, but . . .” She froze, eyes widening. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Matt.”

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Torn from You Read Online Nashoda Rose (Tear Asunder #1) http://www.ilovenovels.com/torn-from-you-1-read-online-nashoda-rose Thu, 02 Jun 2016 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/torn-from-you-1-read-online-nashoda-rose Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, BDSM, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Authors: Nashoda Rose Series: Tear Asunder Series by Nashoda Rose
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Total pages in book: 92
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Love is like an avalanche. It hits hard, fast and without mercy. At least it did for me when Sculpt, the lead singer of the rock band Tear Asunder knocked me off my feet. Literally, because he’s also a fighter, illegally of course, and he taught me how to fight. He also taught me how to love and I fell hard for him. I mean the guy could do sweet, when he wasn't doing bossy, and I like sweet. Then it all shattered. Kidnapped. Starved. Beaten. I was alone and fighting to survive.When I heard Sculpt's voice, I thought he was there to save me. I was wrong. (It is highly recommended to read "With You" the novella first). *Warning: This book contains some disturbing situations, strong language and sexual content. Over 18 years. This is a love story with some dark elements. Dark contemporary romance. No cliffhanger and next in the Tear Asunder series is Ream's story (the band's lead guitarist).
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When I woke it was dark outside, and I was snuggled in Sculpt’s arms, sitting between his legs, his lean, hard body draped around me. His fingers slowly stroked my outer thigh while his other hand rested on my abdomen, one finger circling my belly button. I turned to look up at him over my shoulder. He was staring out across the moonlit field, observing the horses in the distance.

“Eme.” He leaned into me further and kissed the side of my neck.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep. It must have been your sexy, raspy voice.” I cuddled closer, and his arm tightened. “Did you finish the song?” His guitar lay in its case next to us.

“Yeah, Mouse. It’s good.”

I sat up, excited for him. He’d told me last week that he hadn’t written anything for the band in a year. I had yet to see them play, and I was excited to hear them, but nervous too. I mean, Sculpt was six foot three and all muscle. He has what I call sexy bedroom hair, always a little messy with the odd lazy curl that falls over his face. And he had ink running down his left arm to his elbow, which made the hot a scary, badass hot. Then put in that fact that he was in a band and did some illegal underground fighting ... Well girls were no doubt all over him, and I wasn’t ready to face the reality of what dating Sculpt entailed.

We’d been hanging out ever since I asked him to help me learn how to fight a couple months ago. I was assaulted a week before I sought out Sculpt, coming home from my friend Georgie’s coffee shop where I work. I’d been so shocked and terrified that when my assaulter pushed me to the ground I just froze.

When I pulled my head out of deep freeze, I managed to bite his hand and scream my head off, which scared the guy away. After that I was on a mission to learn how to fight back. Sculpt, being an underground fighter was the perfect choice. I’d also heard he needed money to go on tour with his band, and I was willing to pay.

He never let me.

I reached up and ran my finger over the slight indent in his chin. “Can I hear it?”

He shook his head, and despite his lack of smile, because he rarely did smile, I saw the flicker of amusement in his eyes. “No, Eme. You’ll hear it with the band on stage and me singing to you.” The amusement left his eyes, and I felt him stiffen. “Did you think about what I asked?”

I knew exactly what he was referring to. I had a perpetual war in my head for the last three days—I wasn’t ready to have my heart blasted with porcupine quills when Sculpt left me to go on tour, but I also wasn’t ready to go on the road with a group of guys I hadn’t even met yet and have Sculpt responsible for me. I planned on starting college in a month. I had a life here with my best friend Kat and her brother Matt who were also my roommates and my only family.

Ever since grade school when Kat and I had started hanging out, Matt had been there for the both of us. He was eighteen and Kat ten when their parents died in a drinking and driving accident. He’d instantly become Kat’s guardian. Since I no longer had a dad, Matt sort of became the male figure in my life. I looked up to him.

I’d snuck in Kat’s bedroom window numerous times after running away from my mom’s when she brought a new boyfriend home. Matt never kicked me out, never told me to go home, nor did he call my mom. Instead, he bought me a cell phone, programmed his number in it, and told me if I ever needed to get out of my house that I was to call him, and he’d come get me.

The three of us were close and even though I didn’t want Sculpt to leave, I couldn’t see myself leaving either.

“Eme.” His arms tightened around me. “Tell me.” He shifted, easily picking me up under the arms and bringing me around so I sat facing him, my legs bent on either side of him. It was intimate, and Christ, it was hard to resist him and not just say screw it and tell him how I feel and go with him. “Eme, tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

He watched me carefully, eyes unwavering. “You know what I’m asking, but this once I’ll indulge you. Tell me you don’t want more.”

Shit. He knew I was crazy about him. I’d been trying to keep my feelings ... well hidden, somewhat. It obviously wasn’t working. I licked my lips and tried to look away, but he was ready for that and held my head between his hands.

“Eme.”

I was so not good at this. The last person I expressed my feelings to was my dad while he lay in the hospital dying of lung cancer.

“Mouse.” He leaned in, and my hands went to his upper thighs feeling the flex of his muscles beneath my palms. “Look at me.” I did. “I want you with me. I’ll look after you.” His voice lowered. “I’m not happy leaving you here, baby.”

And that was the problem; I didn’t want to be “looked after.” I’d looked after myself all my life. My mom ... I sometimes wondered if she even remembered she had a daughter.

“Emily. I don’t play games. I told you what I want, and I know you want me.”

I didn’t know whether to be pissed or laugh at his arrogance. What I did know was that I was turned on—big time. How could he do that? I mean, he was just looking at me, and yet ... his eyes abducted me. “Sculpt ... I ...”

Sculpt tightened his legs around me. “Eme.” He gripped my chin and held me steady. He waited several seconds, and I finally inhaled a shaky breath. “I’ll never hurt you. I know you’re worried about the women.” I opened my mouth to speak, but his eyes narrowed, and I shut it again. “I’m a fighter. I’m in a band. The women will always be there, but I’m with you.”

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Overwhelmed by You Read Online Nashoda Rose (Tear Asunder #2) http://www.ilovenovels.com/overwhelmed-by-you-2-read-online-nashoda-rose Thu, 02 Jun 2016 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/overwhelmed-by-you-2-read-online-nashoda-rose Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, BDSM, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Authors: Nashoda Rose Series: Tear Asunder Series by Nashoda Rose
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Total pages in book: 93
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Love is ugly and secrets will destroy you. KAT I don’t beg. I don’t cry. And I don’t give second chances. Ream, the lead guitarist of the rock band Tear Asunder, deserves a gold medal for best dick move ever when he ran the moment he discovered my secret after two days of hot sex. Then he brings some chick to my coming home party from the hospital—after being shot. I hate him. REAM Sex is ugly. It’s using someone for your own narcissistic pleasure. I did it, but hated it—until her. She was unfuckinexpected. Then I had to wreck our beginning with my screwed up past. I don’t deserve her, but I’m selfish and I’m taking her anyway. This is who I am and it’s too late to change me. *Warning contains violence, sexual content, and coarse language. Some scenes may be triggers. Mature audiences 18+
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I swung the statue down onto his skull again and again.

The sound of crushing bone crackled throughout the room.

Blood splattered my green T-shirt like a mist of rain.

I didn’t care. Not one bit.

He destroyed her.

He deserved this.

Images of the bruises on her arms, the puncture marks, blurred my vision.

She watched me kill him.

Sitting on the floor, dazed with a glassy look in her eyes.

This was my fault.

I let this happen to her. I didn’t protect her.

I threw the statue aside. It made a loud thud as it hit the wood floor, and she jerked. I glanced at the needles on the bedside table. The yellow elastic band.

I was glad he was dead.

I strode over to her, picked her frail, weightless body up, and ran.

Her beauty was wilting. My angel. I had done that.

Ream

“Babe … You’re going to fuckin’ kill me.” Body tightening, I groaned as my dick jerked in her mouth. “Ahh, Christ.” She withdrew then circled the tip with her tongue as her hand cupped my balls, only to slide a finger down further to caress between my butt cheeks. Holy fuck, I’d never been blowed like this before—ever. Shit, who was I kidding? I never let a woman have this kind of control over me. If I had … I didn’t like to remember it.

The heat of her mouth surrounded me again, and she slowly took all of me until her lips touched my balls. I nearly came right then as I swore beneath my breath, my fingers fisting in her hair.

“Baby.”

Her silky moisture felt like I was wrapped in velvet. She slowly slid back and my hands curled into the sheet as the pressure increased until I slipped from her mouth. She took a breath then swallowed me again. I was so turned on, I couldn’t even think straight. Watching her take me like that … God, how the fuck did I ever get off before her?

Her head bobbed up and down faster, then harder, and all I could hear was her sweet mouth sucking my cock like it was her Popsicle.

I closed my eyes. Jesus, I never wanted it to end.

Harder. Suck me, harder.

My eyes flew open and I stiffened. No. Don’t ruin this. Fuck.

But it always did.

Be good and it won’t hurt.

I was breathing too hard. I was too tense. It would hurt more if I was tense.

Smack.

Ask me for more.

No. No, more.

Smack.

Ask me nicely.

Mo … re. Plea … se.

Fuck no. Jesus, why?

Because I hated this and I needed to end it and get the fuck out—fast. Letting her go down on me was a mistake. I never let a chick put her mouth me. Shit, what had I been thinking? I thought it might be different after spending two weeks with her. I liked her, damn it. But I couldn’t do this.

I grabbed her by the shoulders. “Get off me.”

Her magnetic blue eyes widened, and I felt her hand jerk on my cock. “What?”

“I said get the fuck off me.” My hands tightened on her shoulders and I felt the familiar sickness rolling in my stomach. I had to get the hell out of here. I should’ve never done this with her. I didn’t do sweet and slow; I did fast and hard and I was out of there before the bullshit barreled into me.

I went to roll out from under her, but she found my hand that had a death grip on the sheet. Her fingers slowly pried open my fist, and then she entwined them with mine and squeezed.

I looked down at her and for a moment I thought maybe I could … “No.” I said the word, but didn’t move.

She lowered her head, but kept her eyes on me while her tongue teased the head of my cock. She kissed it, gentle and tender, something I’d never had before. And I wanted it, but chicks sucking my cock was off limits. It was them having power that let the demons in.

I groaned as her tongue flicked over the sensitive tip. My fingers dug into her flesh and I fought the need to throw her away from me and, at the same time, push her head down on my cock, forcing her to take me deeper.

“I want to taste you. Come for me,” she said.

I couldn’t. Not like this. She had too much of me already. Fuck this. Screw all of it. I pushed her off me and her hand slipped from my cock as she fell to the side.

“Ream?”

I ignored her as I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I went to get up when her arms came around my neck.

“What do you need?”

“To leave.” I reached down for my jeans lying on the floor. This was stupid. I should’ve never hooked up with her. She was my bandmate’s girl’s best friend.

I went to stand when she grabbed my arm and pulled me back until I lay on the bed. “Jesus. I don’t want to fuck you, Kat.” I knew it was a lie because I wanted to fuck this girl bad.

I’d spent two weeks with her at the farm waiting for news about Emily and Logan. We’d unpacked all the boxes, painted the rooms, fixed fences for the horse paddocks, even planted flowers in the garden. Okay, she did that, I watched while drinking a beer.

There was no question Kat was hot—long legs, blonde, beautiful bright blue eyes, and she had this angled jaw that made her look hard and intense, but Kat was … fun. Despite the emotional worry that we both felt for our friends, Kat wasn’t a sobbing mess. Shit, I never once saw her cry.

When we’d met at the bar the night Emily was kidnapped, I’d seen her from the stage and my first thought was she looked like a snobby bitch. But she was hot, so I wanted to fuck her. Probably would’ve if shit hadn’t hit the fan with Emily.

I’d found out over the next two weeks that Kat was nothing like I’d labelled her. Fuck, the girl had a strength inside her that surpassed my own. And that made me want to fuck her more.

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What started out as a deal quickly became a friendship that conquered monsters. I killed, but I escaped hell. Emotionless. Disconnected. Cold. A mannequin. It’s what I’d become in order to survive the years held in captivity. I was able to endure the abuse and devastating loss as long as I remained detached. But he wouldn't let me. Crisis, the bass guitarist in my brother’s rock band, Tear Asunder. He’s cocky, rude, a total man-whore. But the rock star has far more beneath the surface of his inked skin, and he’s determined to make me laugh again. He made me a "deal", but really, it was blackmail. His terms were simple. Until his playful honesty became the building blocks to something unexpected. Something strong enough to pull me from the eye of the storm. Because even though I escaped years of abuse, it didn’t mean I was free. *** For mature audiences only. Shattered by You is written as a standalone, however, it is recommended you read the Tear Asunder books in order. *Contains spoilers for "Overwhelmed by You"
Books in Series:	Tear Asunder Series by Nashoda Rose
Books by Author:	Nashoda Rose Books

A note from Haven

When I was five years old, my brother taught me how to sing. I practiced all the time as I lay on the saggy cot in the walk-in closet with the tattered sheet pulled up to my chin.

The whistle of the cold winter air drifted through the rotting windowsills and I’d cover my ears and quietly sing to block it out. My mom once told me the wind was a monster with huge claw-like hands and no teeth. He had a black hole where his mouth was supposed to be; that’s where the whistling came from. She said his arms were like elastic bands and when kids were bad, he’d slide through the cracks in the house and snatch them away.

The wind scared me.

I didn’t want to be taken away from my brother, Ream.

The winter months were the worst and some nights Ream would sneak into my closet and sing with me. But we had to be quiet. Mom didn’t like singing. My brother never worried about being caught, but I did because then I wouldn’t see him for days.

It wasn’t just the wind. It was the noises; groans of the house, shrieks from my mother and her friends, things breaking and the shouts and laughter.

Then the silence.

That scared me the most because I didn’t know if Mom left us again.

Days alone in the house, no food, nothing to do but wait . . . for what I didn’t know. But Ream looked after me. He never let me go hungry for long. He protected me . . . until he couldn’t any longer.

We all know the definition of shattered: to break into pieces; to weaken, destroy; to damage, as by breaking or crushing.

But my story isn’t about being shattered.

It’s about surviving the pieces.

It’s about the strength found within the damaged.

It’s about love. Love found despite the jagged, tainted edges of who I’d become.

Warning: parts are ugly and dark. But there is beauty, too, and that is why we are here.

Haven

July 2014

MY FEET SLID in the spongey wet grass as the rain teemed. The heavy sludge of mud on the soles of my shoes bogged me down and I fell, landing hard on my hands and knees, panting.

The wind whistled through the trees, fragile branches snapped and plummeted to the ground, forgotten limbs broken under nature’s fury.

The monsters lived, but they’d never catch me.

I’d survived them.

I crawled to my feet again and ran, fighting against the wind as it tried to push me back. I put my head down like a bull and fought it. Fought nature. Fought the haunting memories. Fought the pain.

Tonight unravelled me. I’d been able to keep the horrific memories hidden for months, but seeing the news about a mutilated body of a drug dealer named Olaf Gordenski, found washed up on shore, was as if a tornado slammed into me and everything surfaced at once. I didn’t think. I ran. It was the only way to bury the emotions again.

He was dead.

Olaf was dead. Mutilated.

I wanted to feel relief, but my past burned in my chest like a volcano threatening to erupt.

I knew who was responsible. Deck. Or one of his ex-military men who worked for him at his not-so-legal company, Unyielding Riot. Deck was friends with my brother and after I escaped my hell, I told him about Olaf. My brother had already given Deck information on him, but what my brother didn’t know was about the club, the illegal club, with girls who didn’t want to be there. Girls like me who were taken there and forced to strip and keep men happy in the backrooms.

Anything I told Deck was confidential, him and his men only. ‘Nothing touches me,’ were his words. I didn’t trust him. I didn’t trust anyone, but I had no choice. Olaf had to die. Not only because he deserved it, but because he had always threatened to come after Ream.

He’d kept me prisoner for over a decade. He kept other girls too, although I was the only one who lived, or rather existed, in his house. Even at the club, I was kept separate, never allowed to talk to them.

There was an alarm on the house preventing me from escaping, although that wasn’t all that stopped me. I stayed to protect my brother. But that reason detonated the moment Alexa, Olaf’s psycho bitch, kidnapped my brother and his fiancée, Kat, a few months ago, which led to my escape. Alexa had been so focused on getting Ream back that she made the grave mistake of not locking me up.

I grunted as I fell again and my hands dug into the mud. The wind eased as if it were giving me a reprieve or maybe it was merely out of breath from laughing at me, knowing I was weakening.

My thighs quivered and my chest hurt as I struggled to breathe. I had to go farther. A little longer. My past would never have me again. Conquer. Destroy. Bleed the memories.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

I shot to my feet and ran with the memory of the vibration in my hand as I pulled the trigger. But it wasn’t a gun now; it was mud clenched in my fists. I’d killed. I’d ended three lives and I had no remorse or regret.

I’d watched blood leak into their clothes, eyes widen with shock and then the light fade from them as they died. And still my hand remained steady. The satisfaction of killing them lost to the numbness in which I’d encased myself.

But that was months ago and now . . . now my pores leaked poison and tried to unlock the pain I’d kept veiled.

Strength and resolve. I had to be strong. Fight harder. Do whatever it took. No one would ever control me again. The wind was my proof. If I defeated it, it wouldn’t slip through the cracks and let the monsters in.

I stumbled as the ground dipped and my ankle buckled. I crashed to my knees, and a sharp pain shot through me as my right knee landed on a rock. I remained still for a second as my chest heaved in and out while I hung my head low.

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