fight fOr yOu
HADDOX & PIPER
BROKEN SOULS BOOK ONE
To fight and win means the control is mine.
The last man standing proves it all. Never again will I be on the losing end of the blow, the one lying broken and bloody wanting to die.
Control. Dominance. Aggression. Victory.
Each represents a means to survival, a necessity to stay alive, and the key to suppress the demons that lie inside; the very ones clawing and attempting to break free from the bar that holds them at bay. Every day is a struggle to stay away from the darkness and evil that lurks deep within, the truths I repress.
Eighteen years that bastard had his teeth in me. Six thousand five hundred and seventy days he hated me. And if that wasn’t enough to pay my sin the guilt still consumes me. The nightmares won’t let go.
Nine years ago I left behind the bloodthirsty beast. I walked away from everything I had ever known. I sent her away like she didn’t matter—the first girl I ever loved and my only best friend. The only person that ever understood me. 108 months I’ve been getting by. On every fight night I’m considered a pretty lucky guy. To them it’s a career. To me, it’s a life-support I need.
A fucking fashion show.
That’s what it took to put her in my path. A pair of whiskey brown eyes that I’d never forget. I was threatened to never touch her. A selfish prick never stays away. I was going to change her life for one night. What I didn’t know: she was about to change mine.
A savior comes in the form we need it. Nothing more, nothing less.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: STANDALONE. BOOK ONE IN THE BROKEN SOULS SERIES. SERIES WILL CONTINUE WITH OTHER CHARACTERS.
Rescue Me From Darkness
REESE & ALYVIA
BROKEN SOULS BOOK TWO
We’re all fighting for something.
Some fight to keep secrets from being exposed, some fight to survive, some fight for control, and some fight to forget the things that keep resurfacing when you think you’re finally moving past it. Everyone may not be fighting in the center of a ring, but everyone fights internal battles.
Me, I’m fighting for it all.
I used to walk in the light. For a while I even got to be a normal kid, but then that was taken from me. It doesn’t take long to strip a person of everything, male or female. Bad things aren’t gender specific. What’s left behind is someone with a broken soul that never wants to end up there again, so we don’t.
Most people don’t understand my need for control. It’s easy to cast judgment when you haven’t walked a mile in someone’s shoes. I may like things a little…different, but I’ve never taken someone’s free will. Fighting, control, and dominating a woman are things I physically need. It’s no one’s business why. I keep my personal life private for a reason, and it’s fairly simple; at least it was.
I never thought anyone would understand me, or accept the things that I need, and then I met her. She’s my angel, and she deserves goodness, but I don’t know how to give it to her, because I’m a fighter and a fucking survivor, but I’m also lost in darkness. The part of escaping it that I can’t seem to find . . . is recovery.