“My dad’s an alcoholic, Alex.”
“I thought it was something like that,” she said.
To finally share my life with someone older, but still my peer, was a relief, and the conversation we had that day cemented the relationship with my new woman friend.”
— Shadow Heart, Book 1 of the Broken Bottles Series
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO SHARE A FAMILY SECRET?
• Do you feel like you’ve betrayed your family?
• Are you relieved to finally share a part ...
NICKY’S MOTHER SITS IN THE KITCHEN, TRYING NOT TO UNDERSTAND, EVEN AS SHE UNDERSTANDS, HER DAUGHTER’S NEED TO STAY BUSY AND AWAY FROM THE DARK SECRETS OF THEIR HOME.
Now, instead of the gratification she’d received from her work, she picked up my father from the front lawn after he’d passed out, or helped him as he stumbled out of his truck, or undressed him and put him to bed, and sometimes wiped his ass when he’d made a mess of ...
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Sexy, professional baseball player, Ryan Tilton has just introduced himself to Nicky Young, a woman coming of age who has had her business plan accepted by the San Francisco Goliaths for a high school cheer team to perform during their games.
Nicky knows there is something different about their exchange, but no ready to admit anything quite yet. She is afraid of new relationships. She’s been raised in a home where addiction, dysfunction, and abandonment are the usual.
After they ...
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It’s a feeling in our belly.
It’s a pulse in our chest that surges down through our stomach, lower, into our pelvis, aching, longing to be relieved.
It’s the slant of an eye, or a bashful look through his eyelashes.
What and who stirred feelings of sensuality for you?
We pick up Shadow Heart just after Ryan Tilton, almost 25, introduces himself to Nicky Young, seventeen. He begins a very careful, slow, sensual plan to bring her heart and mind to him ...
Our lives are ultimately a love story, aren’t they?
We strive to move through and dodge the pain, keep it away, sometimes embrace it, and other times we swear, scream, lash out, beat another down, with words, fists . . . all to make us safe, our family safe, our friends . . . because we love them.
Or we fear them. Or we want them to fear us, or love us, or forgive us.
Do we love ourselves in the same way?
Do ...
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