Death came first...
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Six Days. That's it. Six days and I would've been at bootcamp. Semper Fi bitches. No more small town chains on this Rawlings boy.
Before I could bolt, Mother Nature thundered through my town delivering the storm of the century, officially jacking my life up. I was legit one second, the next I was stranded in the basement of my high school, in a closet, with a girl who'd twisted me one too many times. I didn't need her in my head. I didn't need...the ache she slammed into my chest.
It was the worst and best night of my life. One girl and one storm served as an undercurrent for every stitch of hell that haunted my path for the next four years of my life. Justice Rose destroyed me. She saved me too....
Southern Impulsion
Tomorrow wasn't promised--not for us. What happened each time we snuck away had to count. Fast breaths, thundering hearts, shaking hands scrambling to get close, then closer. Yeah, we damn sure made it count.
We were real. I swore this boy could not be wrong for me.
He was the first one I fought for. The first one who broke me—scarred my soul. He was the southern boy who haunted every moment of my life until I crashed right back into his.
What I could and could not control in my life vowed Wyatt Doran resided where he belonged, in my past. The thing is, giving a flying freak what others thought, landed me where I was. Second chances put people in their place—and rarely where they expected.
Let’s ride, cowboy...
Romeo and Juliet had it easier.
They came from warring families who clearly drew a line for them not to cross. It wasn’t the same with Easton and Georgia. They came from a town where a family was precious and moments were cherished. Still, there were unspoken rules, such as not falling for your best friends kid sister—or testing troubled hearts.
The losses Easton and Georgia endured at a young age tossed them down separate paths, far from the sleepy town they both had roots within.
Now, broken roads and bad decisions were the demons in their pasts—choices that would either draw them together, or rip them apart when chance landed them face to face once more.
Finding herself stranded in a new city Ember Bloom thought she’d reached her all time low. She was wrong.
A mindless walk to a dead-end job landed her in the path of her gambling fathers’ enemies. Her only defense was a stranger, Slayton Winslow, a known enforcer and fighter—rumored to be Odin’s prince, underground royalty.
On sight, Slayton stole her breath and rushed her heart. His enigmatic attraction to her and how stoically he shielded her only churned Ember’s attraction to the bad boy who had given her safe haven in a real life hell. The draw to him gave her a reason to fight, to awaken. She knew every second could be their last in the city seeded with treacherous deceit and life threatening power plays