Friday, January 10, 2014

Cover Reveal and Teasers: Destroyed by Pepper Winters


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She’s a woman with a dirty secret.

I’m complicated. Not broken or ruined or running from a past I can’t face. Just complicated. For good reason.
I thought my life couldn’t get any more tangled in deceit and confusion. But I hadn’t met him. I hadn’t been sucked into his lies or taught to run from everything that he is. Instead, I let him ensnare me, seduce me, trap me with secrets—Hazel Hunter

He’s a man with a killer secret.

I’ve never pretended to be good or deserving. Despite the shadows I live in, I’m ultimately a slave to my secrets and that gives me a free pass to chase who I want, be who I want, act how I want.
I didn’t have time to lust after a woman I had no right to lust after. I told myself to shut up and stay hidden. But how could I deny her? How could I deny my one chance at redemption? But then she tried to run. I’d found a cure to my existence and damned if I would let her go—Roan Fox

And secrets silently destroy them.

I didn’t believe her when she said she was complicated.
She didn’t believe me when I said I had secrets.
I didn’t understand the truth, even when she let me glimpse behind her mask.
She didn’t understand that I couldn’t live with the consequences.
I thought she was a saint.
She thought I was a sinner.
Too bad we didn’t try to find the truth.
We both paid the price.
We destroyed each other.

Grabbing my case, I wheeled it fast, dodging people until I was close enough to say, “You owe me.”
Slamming to a halt, he spun around.
Fear suffocated my throat as he seemed to grow larger, adopting an icy exterior that gave no hint of remorse or humanity.
I froze, locked in his ferocious stare.
He shuddered as his entire body went into lockdown. Muscles bunched beneath his clothing, his aura trembled with aggression and rebellion. “I owe you nothing,” he spit.
My heart raced. Truth screamed loud and clear. Somehow he got those scars thanks to a debt gone wrong. He wasn’t a free man. He was owned by someone who either kept him on a tight leash, or abused him so much it wouldn’t take much more for him to snap.
Hardly breathing for fear of retribution, I dropped my eyes to his forearm. Corded muscle spoke of strength while the fine haze of brown hair obscured another pink and fresh scar. Even the pinpricks of recently removed stitches were visible on either side of the knitted together flesh.
My God. What happened to him?
A war battled inside me. I wanted to forget all about him, all the while begging to know everything. I’d never met anyone who had such deep complexities like me. He didn’t hide them as well as I did. His nerves were frayed, his grip on normalcy slipping.
Stiffening my spine, I whispered, “Give me your name. You know mine. It’s only fair.”
For a moment, I thought he would throttle me. Reach out and grab my throat in his large hands and wring the air from my body. But then his anger diminished, flickered out to be replaced with utter weariness.
“Pretend I never saw yours. You’re not getting my name.”

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