Series: Fleurs d’amour #4
Cover Design: Judi Perkins,
Concierge Literary Designs & Photography
everything she truly loved.
knight coming to her rescue and that’s perfectly fine. She is more than capable
of saving herself.
decade, hiding in plain sight and determined to forget. No longer able to live
the lie, he hunts down the woman he destroyed in a misguided effort to save
determined to reclaim the life that should have been his. But determination
will only get you so far, and when the glare of public opinion viciously shines
on their past, they can either stand united or fall divided.
sliver of unease curls itself around my consciousness.
sea of sweaty bodies. My hand instinctively finds my belly and I internally
curse Flynn for convincing me to come tonight.
smell, but I can barely see past the people surrounding me. Their clammy skin
pressing against my own combined with their loud voices ringing in my ear, the
atmosphere practically suffocates me.
I have to fight to get into my lungs, heighten my anxiety and the mild
apprehension I was feeling morphs quickly into full-blown dread that thrashes
violently through my veins.
concentrate on Flynn’s voice, which floats above the cheers and catcalls. My
vision is blocked from my position over here, along the side of the room where
I, wrongly, assumed I could avoid the crush of the congested dance floor.
hammering chest and the other curled protectively over my stomach. My brain
shuts down, focusing only on the voice of the man I love, singing the song he
wrote about us. About cherry Chapstick and cheap beer.
the cruel heat and wicked burn.
sense of decency in their own fight for safety. My eyes flicker to my left and
I see the orange flames dancing with the plumes of black smoke above the stage.
My heart sinks and I unconsciously begin fighting against the crowd. Sweat
prickles along every inch of my skin and I fight every instinct in me as I try
to make my way toward Flynn.
and I can see a fear in his eyes that I know is echoed in my own. He bends down
and grabs my shoulders, his fingertips digging in painfully. “Go the other
way!” he screams in my face, his spit coating me. Shaking my head, I push past
him and hear him mutter, “Stupid bitch.”
struggle to cope, screaming for fresh air, I become disoriented. I spin around,
my eyes burning while I attempt to gather my wits. But when a stray elbow
connects with my already aching temple, I lose my balance, falling to the
ground. And in a moment that I know will forever be imprinted on me, amidst the
cacophony of terrified screams, flailing bodies, and heart-wrenching terror, I
lose everything that I love.
released her debut novella in 2017.
A self confessed bookworm, her love affair with the written word began as a
child, with The Magic Faraway Tree. Her tastes have grown and evolved
over the years, and after stumbling into the indie community a few years ago,
she discovered her passion for romance with a side of smut.
When not reading or writing Amali enjoys baking, yoga, cheesy pop music &
netflix marathons; and believes strongly that pink, puppies and chocolate make
the world a better place!
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