Friday, December 22, 2017

**RELEASE BLITZ** Broken by Ellie Messe




From Ellie Messe comes her Debut Novel Broken



Blurb


Mama didn’t come home.

Daddy liked to hit.
Brothers followed suit.
So I ran.
I ran from that life.
I ran from myself.
I ran into him.
I have no experience with the game board we’re playing on, and that makes this a lethal game. One wrong move and my heart could land in the fire he’s created inside me. Worse, it could lead my past to his doorstep and it won’t just be my blood that taints this floor.  
I should run.  I need to run.
My father is the devil in a flesh suit, he won’t be happy until he paints this town red for my betrayal.
I should run. I need to run.
Because despite my feelings for Parker Hayes, the devil is coming and he wants what’s his.


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Excerpt



I made forty bucks at VIN’s which is really good considering it’s just a dive bar, and HEAT is bloody packed tonight. Josh added two additional fire shows to appease the crowd and we’re making a killing. The usual banter between Drew and I has been on fire with all the people giving additional tips for funny bartenders.


Sliding three cocktails down the line, I spin to grab a clean towel when my freaking world comes to a halt.

“Hi Ryan.” Everything freezes.
Not just my body, but the blood in my veins, the heart in my chest, and the air in my lungs, they all freeze at that voice. The stillness is replaced by a vibration in my bones as I slowly turn around.

Messy, overgrown hair falls in blonde locks over familiar gray eyes. Jesus Christ…

“You were harder to find then I thought.” What the fuck, how is it- this isn’t- I don’t. I don’t know what’s happening. “Especially since you’re not blonde anymore.

I don’t speak, all I’m capable of doing is staring. I examine his nose, that despite being broken countless times remains straight. My eyes travel to his strong jaw that’s slightly dusted with facial hair. Jesus Christ, it’s actually him.

“You alight, Hales?” Drew’s hand falls on my lower back, and despite my hate for being touched, he grounds me as I stare into the eyes of my long lost brother. “Move along friend.”

Kaylan lets out a dark chuckle that isn’t friendly. “How about you go back to work, friend. This is important.”

“I’m sure it is, but this is a business and she has work to do. So, I'm going to ask politely that you order your drink and move along.”

“I’m not here to drink, I’m here to talk to Ryan.” I shudder at the name.

Ryan’s dead. She died in that hell hole a year and a half ago.



About The Author




I'm a fun loving book dragon who has the ability to make sailors blush with colorful language and obscene gestures. I love reading, mostly romance, young adult and new age. I'm a part of a BANGerangin' book club that is guaranteed to be better than yours. I like to spend my days wondering around department stores while reading erotica out loud, scaring the piss out of people, and playing "The floor is lava". (Adulting is lame.)


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