Title: Breathless
Author: Vanessa Marie
Release Date: Nov 11, 2014
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For once in
Charlie’s life, she has something she'd never allowed herself
to have before.
Hope.
All because of Sam’s love.
He fought for her. No matter the cost.
He loved her even when she couldn't allow herself to
feel loved.
Now, when things feel like they might go smoothly for once
in her life...
The unexpected happens. Her fate. Her constant date with
Death.
A reality that completely blindsides her when life once
again rears it’s ugly head.
Shattering any sense of a future she ever felt she could
grasp, even if only for a second.
Will she give in and surrender to her fate?
Will she retreat, pushing away everyone she loves to hold
onto her secrets?
Or will she fight? Fight for Sam, fight for their love, the
way he's always fought for
her?
"You suck,
old man. This is blackmail." She grit her teeth like she always did
when he baited her.
"If the
only way to get you to talk is to withhold food, well, then so be it."
Joe slowly lifted another heaping spoonful toward his mouth. The craving for
marshmallows, chocolate, and nuts was suddenly so overwhelming that it was too
much to take.
"Fine!
I'll talk, but don't you dare eat that
bite."
An
evil smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he shoved it in his
mouth.
"You
asshole. That's a party
foul."
"Did you
just call your father an asshole?"
"Hey, if
the shoe fits…."
"Just for
that...." Joe cocked an eyebrow at her and brought the bowl to his
chin, shoveling the rest into his mouth.
Charlie narrowed
her eyes at him and gave him a menacing shake of her head. "I hope you
get brain freeze."
"You
can't freeze what's not there," he mumbled with a
laugh as ice cream dribbled down his chin to his shirt.
She covered her
mouth and looked away with her face scrunched up in disgust.
"That's freaking gross. You're not even senile yet and
you're already drooling 'n
shit."
Joe let out a
laugh. "Well it's good to see you have some semblance of your
sense of humor left."
"Oh, look
at you and your big words."
"Oh, bite
me."
"I should
since you ate all my ice
cream."
Giving her his best
stern look, she knew the jig was up. Their verbal dance was over and there was
no more avoiding the dreaded
conversation.
"So, when
are you going to talk to him about it?" He moved from the table to the
chair next to her.
"I'm
not."
"Come on,
kid. I've raised you better than that. Don't do this to
him."
Was he really going
there and pulling that bullshit? "What the hell is that supposed to
mean? The only thing I'm doing is protecting him from inevitable
pain."
"Seriously?
Don't pull that bullshit with me."
Her heart pounded
rapidly in her chest as her cheeks flushed with heat. "It's
not bullshit," she said with a growl.
"Charles,
I think you forget I've been in your shoes-"
Is he out
of his fucking mind?
She didn't
even let him finish before she cut him off. "The hell you have. You
think you have an idea because you were with mom, but you have absolutely
no idea what it's like to actually go through any
of this." Tears welled in her eyes as she sucked in a ragged breath
and forced herself to look
away.
"That's
what I wish you'd pull your head out of your ass about. Just because we
aren't the ones being cut open doesn't mean this
doesn't affect us. We have been on this ride with you from day one,
every step of the way. So, no, you don't get to tell me how I
feel—or anyone else, for that
matter."
Deep down, she knew
he was right to some degree, but it still wasn't fair for him to
compare what he was feeling to what she was dealing with. Not that it was a
competition to her, but he always tried to make it seem like everything was so
simple and in black and white.
But it
wasn't, and she was slowly sinking to the murky grey in the middle of
it all.
Always the cause of
shenanigans, Vanessa is a heavily tattooed, sarcastic motorcycle enthusiast who
started her career as a Jeep tech at the age of sixteen. The happily married
mother of three little monsters—oops, children—lives in
Kentucky by way of Las Vegas, Nevada. Once her life took a different
direction—sidelined by Heart Disease at 26 and becoming a pacemaker
recipient—she decided to write as a creative outlet, and Heartless
was born. She realizes life can be dark clouds and acid rain at times, but her
outlook on life puts a positive and sarcastic spin on it
all.
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