Book
Description:
Book 3 in the Realms of Darkness series
A
mental hospital.
Reese
Salt doesn’t know where she is or where she came from. She’s battling a
darkness inside that makes her do things … inhumane things. This is how Reese
wakes up after being locked away in a hospital for the mentally insane for over
a year.
A year
of being away from everything.
Reese’s
next journey takes her across the world for training she needs to fight her
greatest enemy—Dermetheus. The man who destroyed her life and plans to destroy
the world. Can she find the strength to battle the beast inside to be who she
needs to be?
With
Reese being absent, things are chaotic for everyone left behind in Jackson.
Shayla is forced to step up as leader and can’t seem to catch a break from the
forces moving against them. Are they fighting a losing battle? Will Reese ever
return?
Hope
seems lost.
All
they can do is believe in themselves in a time of despair. No matter what
happens.
War is coming.
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Excerpt
I wandered over to the couch, my eyes surveying the
room. No one noticed that I was about to claim the couch. Score! I plopped
down, curling to my side with a blanket. The constant pound of Dax typing a
foot from my head coaxed me into a deep sleep.
I was back at Jada’s party with Jace dancing in front
of me. Only this time, he was completely naked and no one else was there except
the two of us. That was until another guy showed up. The asshole from the bike
shop! What was he doing here? He shoved Jace to the side and started stripping
himself. Oh yeah, momma likes what she sees. They grunted at each other like a
couple of cave men, until I stood commanding their attention in all my naked
glory. “Boys, there’s enough of me to go around. I can handle both of you.”
I tossed and turned until Dax’s voice pierced through
my erotic dream. My eyes tore open, silently cursing his very existence. If I
had another hole punch it would be hitting him right about now. I sat up,
wiping the still damp drool that had collected in the corner of my mouth with
the sleeve of my shirt.
Lyric sat in a chair close to me,
staring with an idiotic smile plastered across his face. “Good dream?”
About
the Author:
R.S.
Broadhead
R.S.
Broadhead is the author of new adult paranormals. When she's not writing you
can find her ghost hunting, taking a nap, or surfing the web for creepy stories
for inspiration on her next novel.
She
lives in Alabama with her husband, two feisty girls, and a gassy pug! She loves
to chat with readers!
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