Afraid To
Fly
(The
Fearless Series #2)
by
by
S.L.
Jennings
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
approached her slowly, letting my eyes take in her soft, feminine curves.
That’s what I loved the most about women—their softness, their delicateness. It
made them appear breakable, just like me. And it made me appreciate that
vulnerability, in hopes that someone could—and would—one day, appreciate mine.
That’s
why even though I never offered more than a few hours of toe-curling pleasure,
I assured each second was spent tending to their sexual desires and making them
feel treasured. Just because I was a whore, it didn’t make me callous or
uncaring. If anything, it made me more aware of my humanity.
I
pushed it all away, trading my own hang-ups and idiosyncrasies for the mental
numbness that sex could provide and did what I do best: Fuck. I was good at
this part—touching, kissing, licking. And when we were both ready—too ravenous
with desire to consider my aversions—I drove into her slowly, all the way to
the hilt. Until her body completely covered mine and soothed the ache of
loneliness with wet warmth. This was the feeling I had been chasing since I was
just a child, barely a man. That sweet oblivion that only mindless sex could
provide. I was made whole by emptying myself into another, and for the barest
of moments, I became separate from my pain and anger. I became the type of man
that could look himself in the mirror and not see the horror of his past
standing behind him, its razor sharp claws cutting into the skin of his
shoulders while it smiled in that sinister way that still made my skin crawl.
I
had seen that malevolence in my dreams every day since as long as I could
remember. Sometimes it was in the form of a smile, a laugh. Sometimes it wore
the face of ecstasy and passion. But it was always terrifying.
I
lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling long after Alyssa had passed out in
blissful exhaustion. She came twice, once by my tongue, the other with her
ankles on my shoulders. She was a screamer, and I kept wondering if Angel would
bust in here, wondering if I was fucking or killing the girl. Then, if Alyssa
was up for it, she’d join, like she had just this past weekend with Cherri. It
wasn’t that we wanted each other in that way—oh hell no. We were just
better…together. It made it even easier to get out of our heads and lost in the
movement of our bodies.
It
was co-dependent like a motherfucker. And unhealthy. And unconventional. But it
was all we knew.
(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.
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