Title: Transcending Nirvana: The Dark Evoke Series #3.
Author: V.L. Brock
Genre: Dark Romantic Suspense/Psychological/Thriller
Release Date: 16th June 2015
***DUE TO THE DARK CONTENT OF THIS STORY, IT IS ONLY
RECOMMENDED TO READERS OVER THE AGE OF 18***
Con·trol:
tr.v. con·trolled, con·trol·ling, con·trols
Noun
1. The power to influence or direct people's behaviour or
the course of events.
2. To hold in restraint.
Survivor:
sur·vive
v. sur·vived, sur·viv·ing, sur·vives
v.intr.
1. To remain alive or in existence.
2. To carry on despite hardships or trauma.
Kady Jenson was a fighter.
For four days, she fought through the darkness of her
unconscious, and for weeks she fought for answers as to why her long-term
boyfriend was more of a stranger, while she felt so connected to the Irish
stranger at her hospital bedside.
The apprehension, fear, anxiety, scars she had no memories
of gaining and an unfamiliar passion which spawned each time she was in close
proximity to the stranger, provided a wake-up call.
Receiving something she secretly craved helped regain the
memories of the 3 years she had lost...and nothing could prepare her for the
gut-wrenching truth.
Kady discovered she had gone from fighter to victim at the
hands and manipulation of the one person she truly loved - The one person who
was supposed to love and cherish her.
Beatings, emotional cruelty and mental torture were an
everyday occurrence.
This was her life...
Now, she's back and so are her memories. With Irish at her
side to protect her and maintain any residual fight she has left, can she
finally break free of Liam's hold?
What remained left of the fighter, fought to discover that
she, at the lowest point of her life, was a victim.
Now she must continue to battle against the darkness before
she can call herself A SURVIVOR.
***THIS IS THE THIRD AND FINAL INSTALMENT OF THE DARK EVOKE
SERIES AND IS THEREFORE NOT INTENDED AS A STANDALONE NOVEL***
EXCERPT:
When my fingertips grazed over the stripe along his ribs,
he shuddered and inhaled loudly. By the time I moved to the ones on his torso
he was barely reacting to my touch.
It was when I lifted my inspecting gaze from my roaming
hand and looked him in the eye that I sensed his dread. He knew where I was
going to next. My heart was constricting at not only seeing the look of
unadulterated disgust, pain and shame in his eyes, but sensing how great that
perception of himself was.
This six foot, tattooed, muscular Irishman was physically
shaking, his muscles and jaw clenching to painful proportions. The mere fact
that he remained standing in front of me was enough to stun me. He looked ready
to cave and drop to his knees.
Still, when I softly traced around the leather-like
scalded, discolored flesh, his breathing was frantic, his eyes screwing tightly
as though willing me away. This I was used to. This wasn’t the first time he
allowed me to touch it, but I wanted him to show me, to prove to me that his
body was mine also. I’d lived treading on eggshells for far too long. I wasn’t
going to continue walking on them because of his inability to allow me in, and
placing barriers between us, regardless of how painful.
Eyes closed tightly, his face contorted while I held my
breath. I silently inched closer to the area. My lips narrowly managed to make
a featherlike contact against it, when his eyes sprang open as he gasped,
pushing me away.
Purchase links for ebook, Seeking Nirvana: The Dark Evoke
Series #1: U.S: http://amzn.to/1nhZQmd UK: http://amzn.to/1lI3VNr
Purchase Links for Eluding Nirvana: The Dark Evoke Series
#2: US: http://amzn.to/1tRfEJO UK: http://amzn.to/1n6BVpS
Author Bio:
Raised in a creative family, witnessing one another
expressing themselves through creativity, albeit musically or through a form of
literature, it was only a matter of time before my passion for devising
characters and their unique stories in their own world, began to form and grow.
From there the seed was sown and flourished into a young girls dream.
Throughout the years I have often toyed with the idea of
pursuing this path, yet unknowing where to begin. There are so many routes in
this day and age to help get from A to B, that the dream was both tangible and
terrifying. So with that, and after a few months of kicking myself into gear
thanks to a certain someone, I decided to self-publish, and that decision was
most probably one of the best decisions I have ever made.
I am a mother of a 6 year old son who knows how to keep me
on my toes.
If I’m not writing I’m constantly thinking about writing
and can be found either chasing my son around, with my nose in book or being
creative in the kitchen.
Amazon Author Link: http://www.amazon.com/V.L.-Brock/e/B00IJIB16C/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1408268470&sr=8-1
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