~Synopsis~
What started out as a deal quickly became
a friendship that conquered monsters.
I
killed, but I escaped hell.
Emotionless.
Disconnected. Cold. A mannequin. It’s what I’d become in order to survive the
years held in captivity. I was able to endure the abuse and devastating loss as
long as I remained detached.
But he wouldn't let me.
Crisis,
the bass guitarist in my brother’s rock band, Tear Asunder. He’s cocky, rude, a
total man-whore. But the rock star has far more beneath the surface of his
inked skin, and he’s determined to make me laugh again.
He
made me a "deal", but really, it was blackmail.
His
terms were simple. Until his playful honesty became the building blocks to
something unexpected. Something strong enough to pull me from the eye of the
storm.
Because even though I escaped years of
abuse, it didn’t mean I was free.
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~Excerpt~
I
walked down the hall, pulled the elastic band on my boxers and glanced at my
hard throbbing cock. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, buddy.”
“Are
you really talking to your cock?”
I
let go of the elastic and it snapped hard on my abdomen. Haven wasn’t making
coffee; she was coming up the stairs with an armful of clothes. Fuck, she
looked hot, long blonde hair messy as if she’d tossed and turned in her sleep,
and she had sleepy eyes—adorable.
“Yeah.
He’s angry this morning.” I stood right in the middle of the top of the stairs
so if she wanted to get by, she’d need to brush up against me. It was childish,
but fuck, I was a guy.
Her
brows lifted. “Why is he angry?”
I
smirked, loving that she was down for a little play. “Placed an ‘out of order’
sign on him.” Her brows drew together and her eyes flicked to my tented boxers.
“Doesn’t
look out of order.”
I
laughed and couldn’t help myself as I stroked the back of my hand down her
cheek. It took her by surprise and she swayed backwards. I grabbed her arm
before she toppled down the stairs and pulled her up onto the landing next to
me.
A
white piece of clothing slipped from the pile she was holding and fell at her
feet. I smirked when I realized what it was, and took great pleasure in helping
her out since there was no way she could bend over and get it without
everything falling from her grasp.
I
let her go and crouched, picking up the white lace panties. I held them out and
her nose twitched like a rabbit sensing danger. “I like white. Prefer pink
though, for future notice. And lace I love.”
She
was trapped because if she snatched them from my hand, she’d drop the clothes
and if she didn’t then . . . I curled them up in my palm.
“They
aren’t mine,” she blurted.
God,
she was cute. “Darlin’ I know they are and I love that you’re denying it. Means
you care.”
Now
that raised a little heat in her cheeks and I liked it. Shit, I liked it a lot
because when I left a few months back, that would’ve never happened and now
that was twice. She was affected by me—good to know. “I don’t care.”
I
shrugged then turned to head back to my room to hide my newly acquired
treasure. I had no doubt she’d search for them the second I left the house. I
looked back over my shoulder and caught her eyes staring at my butt; could’ve
been my back, but unlikely. Really, it didn’t matter which. I was just
impressed she was eyeing me up.
“You
can look, but don’t touch,” I said.
Her
mouth dropped open then snapped shut. I disappeared around the corner, then
heard her stomping down the hall. Haven wasn’t a stomper. She was graceful,
elegant and controlled. Too controlled. And that part of her was coming down.
~Review~
I
mean what can I say other than Nashoda Rose done it again, she’s made me fall
deeply in love with two more characters. I adored Crisis and Haven’s story.
This time we get to see Crisis, the womanizer, the man whore, fall in love with
Haven. I mean, I don’t how Nashoda did but she did. I was wondering how in
heavens name she would take a girl like Haven who’s been so damaged, both
emotionally and physically fall in love with someone, and by golly Ms. Molly
she did just that. Crisis was able to help Haven in so many ways that no one
else could. He made her laugh, he made her love again, and she made him love
also. You know it’s a great book, when you’re through reading it you have this
big smile on your face because you feel complete, just like the characters in
the book and that’s just how I felt after I got with reading “Shattered by You.”
I got done with this book in record breaking time because I just couldn’t put
the damn thing down. At one point the suspense is so high and even you feel as
though youre going a roller coaster thrill ride of your life time. I cannot
wait to read Kite’s story, we get a little glimpse into his life and I have a
feeling that its gonna be a great one, as usual what else would you expect from
“The Nashoda Rose.”
~About the Author~
Nashoda Rose is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling
author who lives in Toronto with her assortment of pets. She writes
contemporary romance with a splash of darkness, or maybe it’s a tidal wave.
When she isn't writing, she can be found sitting in a field
reading with her dogs at her side while her horses graze nearby. She loves
interacting with her readers and chatting about her addiction—books.
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