Shattering the Darkness
By Jessica Spoon
Harper
Reagan has been through everything a woman could possibly go through.
Losing her parents and entering foster care, only to be abused by her
foster father. Running away at fifteen, she enters the world’s oldest
profession to survive. And survive she did.
Barely...
If
you call abuse, counted as property and tortured to no end surviving
then that was what she did…survived. Her life was spared, but at what
cost. Long ago Harper had died. Today, due to those decisions she made,
she is left existing with no choice to do anything else. Staring the
devil in the face daily for as long as she did, left its mark and pain
behind for her to live with forever.
The pain of that survival scars her deeper than any physical wound she's ever received.
Harper
is finally living a better life and has a great business, friends, and a
home finally her own. She will do anything to keep her past hidden,
including jeopardizing her only chance at love and a truly good man.
Breccan Caldwell is everything Harper doesn't deserve. He's gorgeous, successful, caring and a true gentleman.
Can Breccan show Harper who she truly is? Or will he be pushed out by the darkness she allows herself to be consumed with?
Darkness Deserved
Friday
night at the bar was busy. Every table was full all night and the bar
was packed as well. I couldn’t have been happier. It was ten o’clock as I
was making my rounds through the crowd checking tables and helping
Emma, Beth and Mya, my waitresses, out.
I
had just finished setting down a round of shots at a table full of
sorority girls and turned around to go back to the bar, when I felt a
tingle start at the top of my head and move toward my groin. When it
settled and my clit began to throb I just knew. I knew it was my Adonis.
Here at last.
Dammit.
I
was hoping I could just go through life without this temptation. It’s
okay Harper. You wore your big girl panties tonight so quit being such a
fucktwat and grow a pair. I make my way to the bar as if I notice
nothing and set the tray down for Mark and Rory, my bartenders tonight.
I
head towards the end of the bar to take care of some orders I need to
make, when I feel his presence beating against me from behind. It’s like
he already owns my body. My skin begins to tingle, my heartbeat speeds
up, and my breathing becomes shallow as I try to control it. I can feel
the vein in my neck throbbing relentlessly. On the outside I know I
appear composed and nonchalant, but inside- inside- I feel ready to
burst.
I
just want Adonis to grab me, throw me on the bar and fill me as I know
only he can at this moment. He brings both arms around me so that his
hands are resting on the bar and he has me trapped between it and
himself. He leans in and I can feel his breath wash over my exposed
neck. I inhale his scent: soap, Armani and Adonis. God, I want him to
bend me over. A million different scenarios run through my mind of how
to close down the bar so I can please this man.
And that’s when I stop and ice runs through my veins. I spent four years pleasing men. I was not going down that path again.
The
repercussions of Harper’s past meeting her present have left her
breathless and lost. She continues to fight an internal war with
herself. Can she let the love Breccan has offered into her life? Or was
she right to push him away for his own good?
As Harper struggles with this internal battle, will her past find her and tear down everything she has built?
Will Harper ever find her happily ever after?
Read the conclusion of the Shattering the Darkness Series.
Prologue
It’s
been years since I lived and breathed this way. Years since I had to
wonder what would happen next. I’ve been lucky; living the good life and
having whatever I wanted. I suppose I couldn’t really have it all; too
greedy. It was never about money, though….
It was about being out of this life, having something more.
Living.
I
don’t know if Nikko and Breccan know yet what has happened, or if they
can even do anything about it. I imagine they will try and I hope they
succeed, but how in the hell are they even going to find me? I don’t
even know where I am or how I got here. How can two people that weren’t
there do anything about it?
I
look around the mostly dark room. The walls are a grayish color which
looks to be from stains to the once white walls. The carpet is dark,
almost a greenish color. There is a small bed in the corner with a table
and a lamp that hardly sheds any light in this room. It smells musty in
here, like a cemented basement.
Maybe it is a basement.
I was unconscious when they took me and woke up in this room.
I
sigh and sit up on the bed so that I am facing the door. My hands are
still tied with nylon rope and my wrists are raw, so it hurts to move
them too much.
The door starts to open and I watch.
He walks in with the same grimy smile he always had.
I hate you!
He
walks closer to the bed, looks down at me and says, “Hey, babe. You’ve
been busy. Looks like it’s time to pay your dues. Pants off. Now.”
About the Author
Jessica grew up in a small town
in Southern Iowa. She went to nursing school and became a nurse only to
realize her passion was in writing and reading. She loves to spend her
time with friends and is very close with her family. It took her a long
time to realize she even had a joy of reading. Once having declared
there was no point when the books always became movies. At twenty four
she discovered how wrong she was and became obsessed with reading and
made up for lost time by doing it nonstop. She began writing when dozens
of ideas kept flowing through her mind that she knew she had to get
out.
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