Release Date: March 17, 2018
My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, the lingering aftertaste of alcohol still burning my throat. Rolling over onto my side, I saw the outline of a woman’s body. The subtle curves of her breasts, her pale skin that shone in the sunlight. I blinked excessively, as if that would somehow cause me to remember what the hell I’d done last night. I remembered walking to the bar like I did every night, having a few beers, and the rest—blank. It was probably better that I didn’t remember. When I drank, nothing good ever came from it.
This had been my life for the past months. I drank, moped around the apartment I shared with my sister, and tried not to let her see me for what I really was: a has-been solider with a fucked-up mind and a severe drinking problem. You could also add divorced from the only woman who ever put up with my shit and loved me for who I was to that list.
Rainey.
The love of my life who I let slip away because of my own stupidity. I snatched my cell phone from the bedside table and stared at the picture of Rainey that I still kept as my screen saver. It was the one I took before my third deployment, my favorite of her. She was smiling, big and wide. Her hair fell into her face, her beautiful eyes staring at me with such love and devotion. Those eyes were someone else’s now. Someone who loved her like I couldn’t.
“Who’s she?” The woman who’d been sleeping next to me wrapped her arms around me and pressed kisses against the base of my neck. It got me hard, but there was nothing behind it. No passion. No feeling. Just a hard dick. Nothing more.
“Doesn’t matter.” I slammed my phone down and flipped her on her back, not caring that I couldn’t remember her name; I just wanted to forget about my past. The sound of whizzing bullets, people screaming, and kissing the woman who once brought me such happiness. Instead, I chose to bury my thoughts in a nameless chick who would be better off without me. The best thing was, after I screwed her, she’d never have to see me again or know just how fucked-up I was.
You can find Gen curled up reading paranormal romance and romantic thrillers or frantically typing her stories on her laptop.
Forensic psychology is her trade by day, teaching and molding the minds of college students. Her interest in psychology can be seen in her books, each including many psychological undertones. Although she loves teaching, her passion, her true love, lies in the stories that roam around in her head. Yes, they all come from her mind--the good, the bad, and the totally insane.
Gen Ryan is an international best-selling author in multiple sub genres within romance. She lives in Massachusetts--no, not Boston--with her husband, daughter, and American Eskimo dog named Chewbacca. With each story she shares, she hopes her love for writing and storytelling seeps through, encompassing the reader and leaving them wanting more.
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