EXCERPT for Shatter Me!! Please share if you can! Thanks and Happy Holidays!! “Shut the door.” He says. Oh, no no no. Not likely. The last thing I want is to be closed up tight alone in a room with him. If he thought my freak out was bad yesterday, he hasn’t seen anything yet. “I’d rather leave it open,” I mumble and shuffle my feet. “Bailey, I’m not going to hurt you. Closing the door is just as much your benefit as it is mine. I’m sure you don’t want what I have to say to be overheard by anyone.” His voice is calm and quiet, like he’s afraid of spooking me. “I’d prefer to leave it open. Please,” I whisper, looking down at my shoes. I really don’t want to look into his eyes. His eyes always tend to draw me in and I can’t look away. They really are the most amazing eyes I’ve ever seen. “Angel, look at me.” I snap my head up at the endearment. No one has ever used an endearment towards me. ‘Pet’ was what Steven called me, but I wouldn’t consider it an endearment. It was fitting because I felt like a caged animal while I was with him. I hated it when he called me ‘Pet.’ The way Jaxon called me ‘Angel’ though is nice. Really nice. And, of course, I make the mistake of looking into his eyes. Those gorgeous and unique eyes. I’m utterly transfixed. Currently, they are watching me with an intensity that should scare me, but doesn’t. I’m too busy becoming lost in his gaze to feel anything other than wonder. “What happened to you?” He asks me in a deep, rumbling voice. His question knocks me back to reality. No way can I tell him the truth. I already know that I’m weak and I’m sure he suspects it, too. I don’t want to confirm it for him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mutter, looking away from him again. “Eyes to me, Bailey,” Jaxon says. I reluctantly pull my eyes back to him. “Don’t give me this shit about nothing happening to you. I know something did. It’s written all over your face.” I suck in a sharp breath at his rude and hurtful comment. I can’t believe he went there. He continues as if he’s read my thoughts, he says, “And no, I’m not talking about the scar you try so hard to hide.” He says, pointing at said scar. “I’m talking about the constant fear I see behind your eyes. You’re running from something and I want to know what it is.” Well, too bad, buddy boy, I say in my head. Out loud I say, “Please Jaxon, can’t you just leave it alone? It’s my problem and I’m trying to deal with it. I came to this town hoping for some peace.” Jaxon stands up from the desk and takes a slow step towards me. I hold my place, trying my hardest not to cower in front of him. Eventually, I need to grow a pair and learn how to stand my ground. Goodreads: https://goodreads/book/show/23277505-shatter-me Amazon Pre-order: tinyurl/ly7gfaw Createspace paperback: https://createspace/5170500
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 22:08:08 +0000
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