Friday, January 10, 2014

Cover Reveal: Destroyed by Pepper Winters. Coming February 17th......Standalone

Cover Reveal

Pepper Winters

Release Date: February 17, 2014
~ Synopsis ~
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.

~ Prologue ~
I didn’t believe her when she said she was complicated.
She didn’t believe me when I said I had secrets.
I didn’t understand the truth, even when she let me glimpse behind her mask.
She didn’t understand that I couldn’t live with the consequences.
I thought she was a saint.
She thought I was a sinner.
Too bad we didn’t try to find the truth.
We both paid the price.
We destroyed each other.

~ Excerpt ~
No sign of him. This was a complete stranger. Someone who would take my life while not even being aware of it.
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t appeal or beg.
So, I did the only thing available to me.
Kicking off from the wall, I launched myself forward until my lips crashed against his. Fighting his deviodness with my humanity. Forcing some sort of connection into his sleepwalking soul.
He froze but didn’t throttle me harder. Pressing my mouth on his, I used every dirty trick I knew. I licked him. I sucked on his bottom lip. I cajoled with every inch of my mouth.
His hands loosened around my neck until they dropped from me entirely. Gasping for air, I slithered to the floor in shock.
Lucky number three. This scarred man was the third man who ever dared hurt me against my will and he would pay.
Not by police or a judge, but by me. I took care of myself. No one else.
Standing on shaky feet, I shoved him hard and tackled him to the bed. We bounced on the mattress, yet he didn’t fight me back. His eyes glazed over, so grey and lifeless they looked almost blind.
I punched him between his legs.
Life exploded into his vacant eyes. The pain woke him from whatever slumber he’d been in and instead of the monster who attacked me, a bomb of confusion and horror erupted in his gaze.
“Oh, my fucking God. I didn’t. Not again. Not again.”
Shoving me off him, he sat upright and clutched his skull in his hands. Rocking on the side of the bed, he muttered, “It happened again.”
This man hurt my heart. Not because he’d shown just how unstable he was, but because he looked on the edge of breaking. Holding onto his sanity with the slipperiest of grips, destined to fall down and down until he lost it completely.

 ~ Connect with Pepper ~

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