Coming June 22, 2016
Blurb
When
Lana decided to attend W.V.U in Morgantown, WV to escape her past in Charleston, she did not plan on meeting Drew or falling in love.
Fate had different plans. Just as she begins to move forward, her
past comes back to destroy her.
Drew
was happy going to college and playing gigs with his band. As the
drummer, he knew he could have any girl he wanted but they never held
his attention. Until he sat down beside her. From the moment he
laid eyes on her, he knew he had to have her. When someone from
Lana's past comes after her, Drew will do anything to keep her safe.
Even if that means contacting his estranged father.
Will
the two be able to put the past behind them? Or will the past take
claims to Lana forever?
Snippet
1:
Drew
left his drum set with the onset of drunken boos. They had played to
this crowd more than once and every time they ended up playing most
of the night. Normally he would have no problem. Music was his
life. But if he had to choose between playing until three in the
morning and making sure Lana got home safely. He would always choose
her. This was a first for him.
He
caught up to her as she took the last step off the front porch.
“Hey, where are you taking off to?”
Lana
shot an annoyed look over her shoulders. “Home.”
“Where
are your friends?” He quickened his steps to meet her pace.
“Ricky
is doing his best to hook up with some guy and I have no idea where
Tracie is.”
Drew
could only imagine where Tracie had taken off to. These parties were
always tame compared to most but drugs had been known to make their
way through the doors.
“Let
me take you home,” he offered, knowing he would not accepted a
refusal.
“I
can walk.”
“No.”
He reached out to take her hand and thanked God when she did not
slap him. “I’ll take you home. It’s no problem.”
Snippet
2:
Brows
wrinkled in confusion, Lana slowly crept out to the locker area. Her
heart pounded. It was crazy really. Someone probably left something
and came back in to get it. It was a gym, that kind of thing
happened multiple times a day. Still, she could not help the fear
that edged its way in.
Her
breath caught in her chest and she came to a complete, sudden stop.
The dirty clothes, along with the clean outfit, she left spread on
the bench, were gone. In their place sat three red roses. Each had
a message.
You
are mine.
Never
forget.
I
will have you
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