Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Torment Release Blast by R.S. Broadhead!!!

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Torment (Realms of Darkness Book 3) by R.S. Broadhead

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. 
Amazon UK ~ http://amzn.to/1Z7m74B


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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