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♡ Blog Tour + #Giveaway ♡ Broken Love (Love Stings #1) by Evan Grace @Evan76Grace @EJBookPromos #OneClick




Broken Love
Love Stings #1
by
Evan Grace

Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance




✾ Synopsis ✾


As a young woman, Abby Carmichael had it all — until the night a stranger tore it away... A year and half after the brutal sexual assault, Abby is finally starting to feel like her old self. Teaching dance classes with enthusiastic kids is just the kind of job she needs — far away from probing eyes or vicious intentions of the opposite sex. When she connects with one of her students, Natalie, it isn't long until she meets her father, Deputy Ben James.

Ben James is just a regular guy, working to make a life for himself and his daughter...

That's what Abby tells herself when her sudden attraction for Ben catches her off guard. Abby has been steering clear of men for obvious reasons, and the idea of wanting that kind of relationship is more terrifying than intriguing. But with his doe-eyed daughter tugging at her dance uniform, Ben takes notice.

He's ready for love, but does her past hold too many secrets?

After the assault, Abby coped by using heavy medication and fell into an ugly chain of one-night stands. But now that she's out of rehab and finally on the right track, it's only a matter of time before Ben finds out.

Will Abby be the true love Ben has always wanted? Or is she a tangled challenge, leading to yet another...
Broken Love?






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✿ Excerpt ✿


Chapter One: Abby

I stare at the stream of smoke that floats up from the joint burning in my ashtray. The smell is sweet and comforting as I pop another Xanax into my mouth. I need to hurry. I've already taken five and I don't want to pass out before I can finish what I started and end this pain. I need to do this. I need to stop hurting and feeling dirty. I'm tired of watching my parents hurting because they don't know how to help me. I'm tired of my brothers and sister avoiding me because they don't know how to deal with what I've become. My best friend and cousin, Carrington, watches me constantly with a guilty stare. It's not her fault I was followed back to our apartment after I went home sick from work and she was gone on a date.

I can't stand being touched anymore, especially by my family. I'm so dirty now and I don't want any of that to rub off on them. I can't remember the last time I let my dad, Dylan, or my real dad, Cash, hug me. I used to love hugs from Gramps, but now the thought of his hands on me makes me want to vomit. My entire family changed after I was raped six months ago. After it happened, I moved back into my parents' home.

My parents and I fight every day. I've become erratic and foolish, going home with men I don't know and letting them use my body. I feel like I have control when I let them fuck me. Then I come home to scrub the feel of them off my skin and force myself to vomit over and over and over. My parents have tried punishing me, reasoning with me, but I'm twenty-one and they can't make me do shit. They've tried therapy, and all that got me was the constant supply of Xanax.

I take a hit of the joint and let the smoke travel down into my lungs and hold it there until I finally exhale it slowly. I put two more pills in my mouth and swallow them with a swig of the beer I grabbed out of my dad's refrigerator in the garage. I'm starting to feel a little woozy. I stand on unsteady legs, staggering to my full-length mirror. I stare at my reflection and don't recognize the person looking back at me. My golden blonde hair is dyed a mousy plain brown. It's stringy and lifeless along with my complexion. I've always had a light tanned glow, but now I'm sallow. My blue eyes are dull. I hate what I've become. I hate him for taking something that wasn't his to take in the first place.

I scream, my fist flying through the air until I strike my mirror. I watch my reflection splinter as the mirror cracks. I hit it again and again until my arms feel too heavy to lift anymore. I collapse to the floor when someone starts pounding on my door. "Abby, let me in right now!" my dad shouts. I ignore him as I begin to cry while crawling to my bed, grabbing two more Xanax. My head feels like it's filled with marshmallows. I quickly swallow them. "Please, baby girl," I hear him beg, and I begin to cry harder. Dylan may not be my biological father, but that doesn't matter. He's been my daddy since I met him when I was five, then when he married my mom and adopted me. I hear more pounding and shouting as I lie on my back and stare at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry," I whisper as I hear wood splintering and then more screaming and shouting. I whisper it over and over as I stare up into the tear-filled eyes of my daddy.

I think about when I was nine and he took me to my piano lessons and whenever he left me at the door to the room, he knelt in front of me and said, "I love you, baby girl. No matter what, I will always love you. Forever and ever."

I felt myself being lifted. Fingers enter my mouth, and I hear those soft words spoken directly into my ear. "I love you, baby girl. Forever and ever." His words make me feel warm as everything finally ends.





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✿ The Author ✿


A Midwesterner and self-proclaimed nerd, Evan has been an avid reader most of her life, but five years ago got bit by the writing bug, and it quickly became her addiction, passion and therapy. When the voices in her head give it a rest, she can always be found with her e-reader in her hand. Some of her favorites include, Shayla Black, Jaci Burton, Madeline Sheehan and Jamie McGuire. Evan finds a lot of her inspiration in music, so if you see her wearing her headphones you know she means business and is in the zone.

During the day Evan works for a large homecare agency and at night she's superwoman. She's a wife to Jim and a mom to Ethan and Evan, a cook, a tutor, a friend and a writer. How does she do it? She'll never tell.



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♡ Cover Reveal ♡ Six (Men by Numbers #2) by Ker Dukey @KerDukeyauthor @justAbookB #ComingSoon






Six
Men by Numbers #2
by
Ker Dukey

Cover Design: Amy Queau

Release Date: Please see "A letter from the author"







SIX

I grew up in the foster system and bounced around from place to place... I know what you're thinking.
Bad things happened to me and fucked me up?
Don't feel bad for me. I didn't know a privileged life therefore I didn't miss one.
I was what I was and I made it work. I actually had a few good homes in my lifetime, met some good people but that's not what my stories about.
It's not a Romeo and Juliet saga either, even if our stories do revolve around similar bases.
I knew a real love, a rare love... a love between two people that were never supposed to fall in love.
Rival gang members are never allowed to fall in love and it cost us everything.
The things I learned growing up the way I did is this:
Love is deadly and often not real.
People come and go and only the rare few stick around when shit gets tough.
I learned the hard way what lurks behind false smiles and that deceitful truths get whispered in sexual moans.
I was taught that dark souls are not born but they are created and you can avoid them, hide from them or learn and become them.
Revenge sculpt and molded me into the darkest of souls and with my wrath comes agony and torment more severe then hell itself.
I took out six of the men who hurt my woman and I will be coming for the rest.

Get in my way and I'll come for you too.













"SIX?"

I awake with a jolt, my hand reaching effortlessly for the blade kept under my pillow. With the other hand I grab the intruder around the neck and bring them down on to the bed. In a quick flurry of movements I'm straddling the invader with the blade to their throat. The room comes into focus and I become fully aware that I'm not stuck in the dream world any longer but reality, when I recognize the wild, scared eyes of Misty Cooper, my new bar manager staring up at me. Her soft, small frame pinned beneath my own.

Just above the sound of her heavy, restricted breathing is that persistent beeping that was in my dream.

"I didn't know you were here." She whispers barely audible.

I remove the knife from her throat and stand abruptly from the bed.

Sitting up her eyes widen and then dart to her lap. I hate the paleness of her cheeks and the glisten in her eyes, knowing I caused her fear.

"I'm sorry," I quickly push past my lips. "I was working late last night, on a clients tattoo so I crashed here."

"You don't need to explain." She tells me shaking her head. She won't look at me and it makes me fucking angry with myself.

"Misty, look at me?"

..."Ermm, you're naked."

Her cheeks flush a beautiful crimson as her eyes dart up to my junk and then quickly back down to her lap, her teeth popping out to worry her bottom lip.

She's twenty-five years old surely this isn't the first naked man she's been around?

"It's just a dick Misty, I'm sure you've seen one before." I grab the pair of jeans from the chair I slung them over the night before and slip them up my legs.

"Not that big" I hear her mumble under her breath. Folding my arms over my chest. I quirk a brow at her. "What was that?"

Her eyes pop wide and she quickly shakes her head "Nothing, nothing"




















A Letter From The Author


Dear my wonderful readers,

As some of you might know (if you follow me on social media) I'm currently 'very' pregnant. My daughter is due in less than three weeks and although we are extremely pleased to have our precious gift join us, it has been very tiring and will continue to be so. I'm telling you this to ask that you have patience when it comes to Six's release. I'm hoping to stay on a steady writing course but we all know baby's can be unpredictable. As can recovery after surgery, and that's how our daughter must enter this world.

I have given Six, a July release date to relieve any pressure on my part. I may finish and release sooner but would rather give a later date to begin with than an earlier one and have to push it back. Six is shaping up to be a wonderful, fascinating and extremely yummy character and I know any wait will be worth it.

Thank you for your understanding and support, you all mean the world to me and I can't wait to bring you Six's story.

I hope you like the cover as much as I do, Amy Queau is very talented, and done an amazing job capturing everything I envisioned for this cover.

I would just like to mention a huge thank you to you amazing bloggers. Thank you so much for all your selfless work in sharing this cover and any of my work. As soon as I have dates for arcs an email will be sent out to inform you.

All the best,
Ker.




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