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Reveal
Afraid
To Fly
(The
Fearless Series #2)
by
by
S.L.
Jennings
~ Synopsis ~
I’d like to
tell you that I’m ok.
That the meaningless sex with
countless women has somehow numbed the pain. That it’s deciphered the constant
confusion in my head. Eased the self-hatred that sinks into my gut every time I
look in the mirror.
I’d like to tell you that time heals
all wounds.
That we evolve and grow into
well-adjusted, stable adults, set on a path to right the world’s wrongs. That
we are not our past…we are not our pain.
I want to tell you all those things.
Hell, I want to believe all those things. But I’d be lying.
I’m good at that. Living a lie is the only way I truly know how to survive.
But the day I saw her, I stopped
surviving. I stopped existing. And for the first time in 24 years, I
started living.
She brought me back to life. Set me
free and sent my soul soaring. Made this useless shell of a man feel like…something. Something
whole and real and good.
She saved me.
Although she believes I wasn’t even
worth saving.
~ Excerpt ~
I was
already loosening my tie as I stalked toward her and said, “Clothes off, boots
on and get on your knees.”
Velvet
didn’t waste a second. She slipped out of her one-piece in a swift movement and
sank to the floor. The moment I felt her take me into her warm mouth, it was
like a thousand pounds had been lifted from my shoulders.
A long time
ago, long before I should have, I learned to separate the physical from the
emotional and mental. I told myself that just because my young body had been
stolen from me and manipulated in ways that would make even the toughest man
cry out in agony, I didn’t have to feel it. Not deep down inside. I didn’t have
to accept what was being done to me. So I pretended to be somewhere else. I
pretended to be someone else. I let my mind drift to thoughts of my
parents, imagining what they may have looked like, dreaming about happy smiles
and warm hugs and kisses on my cherub-like cheeks. I painted pictures of family
vacations at Disney World and barbeques in the backyard. I told myself that we
would have a dog named Buddy. Mama would tie bandanas around his neck, and Papa
and I would take him for walks and play Frisbee with him at the park.
I had built
an imaginary fortress, and in it, nothing could touch me. I was safe. I was
happy. And I was loved. That was what I told myself, and that was what I held
onto everyday since to survive.
As I grew
older, and was no longer held captive by the physical pain, I was left to face
the emotional hurt that no one could see. I was like a pariah to the family
that had taken me in. We were related but they didn’t know me, and what they
did know about me was deviant and disgusting. Too awful to talk about. So I
suffered silently in my mind until it became necessary to tell myself lies.
Lies like
the ones I was telling myself right now.
I want
this. I need this.
I’m totally
normal.
There’s
nothing wrong with me.
Being a man
means having sex with as many women as possible.
These women
desire me because they need me. They love me.
They love
me.
She loves
me.
It was the
only way I could keep doing this. The only way the shame and disgust and
self-hatred didn’t keep chip-chip-chipping away at the fragments of that broken
boy. The boy that had grown up to be a shattered man. The man that couldn’t be
mended.
See where it all began………
(The Fearless Series #1)
~ Synopsis ~
I can’t remember the last time I felt
completely safe. Security seemed more like a luxury to me, reserved for those
who were fortunate enough to have picture perfect childhoods. For those who
didn’t bear the ugly scars that keep me bound in constant, debilitating fear.
I’ve run from that fear my entire life. But when I met him, for once, I
couldn’t run anymore.
He scared the hell out of me in a way
that excited every fiber of my being. It wasn’t the tattoos or the piercings.
It wasn’t the warmth that seemed to radiate from his frame and blanket me
whenever he was near. It was just…him. The scary beautiful man that threatened
to alter 23 years of routine and rituals, and make me face my crippling fear.
My name is Kami and I am constantly
afraid. And the thing that scares me the most is the very thing I want.
“Don’t worry,” he
smiled, pulling me into the hard warmth of his chest. “I’ve got you. I’ll
always catch you when you fall.”
And just like that, Blaine had staked
his claim on the untouched part of me that no living soul had ever moved. He
had captured every fear, every reservation, and crushed them in the palm of his
inked hand.
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~ About the Author ~
S.L.
Jennings is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of contemporary
and paranormal romance, reality TV junkie, obsessive coffee drinker and
collector of crazy.
~ Connect with S.L. ~
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