Title: Transcending Nirvana:
The Dark Evoke Series #3.
Author: V.L. Brock
Genre: Dark Romantic
Suspense/Psychological/Thriller
Release Date: 16th June 2015
***DUE TO THE DARK CONTENT
OF THIS STORY, IT IS ONLY RECOMMENDED TO READERS OVER THE AGE OF 18***
Con·trol:
tr.v. con·trolled,
con·trol·ling, con·trols
Noun
1. The power to influence or
direct people's behaviour or the course of events.
2. To hold in restraint.
Survivor:
sur·vive
v. sur·vived, sur·viv·ing,
sur·vives
v.intr.
1. To remain alive or in
existence.
2. To carry on despite
hardships or trauma.
Kady Jenson was a fighter.
For four days, she fought
through the darkness of her unconscious, and for weeks she fought for answers
as to why her long-term boyfriend was more of a stranger, while she felt so
connected to the Irish stranger at her hospital bedside.
The apprehension, fear,
anxiety, scars she had no memories of gaining and an unfamiliar passion which
spawned each time she was in close proximity to the stranger, provided a
wake-up call.
Receiving something she
secretly craved helped regain the memories of the 3 years she had lost...and
nothing could prepare her for the gut-wrenching truth.
Kady discovered she had gone
from fighter to victim at the hands and manipulation of the one person she
truly loved - The one person who was supposed to love and cherish her.
Beatings, emotional cruelty
and mental torture were an everyday occurrence.
This was her life...
Now, she's back and so are
her memories. With Irish at her side to protect her and maintain any residual
fight she has left, can she finally break free of Liam's hold?
What remained left of the
fighter, fought to discover that she, at the lowest point of her life, was a
victim.
Now she must continue to
battle against the darkness before she can call herself A SURVIVOR.
***THIS IS THE THIRD AND
FINAL INSTALMENT OF THE DARK EVOKE SERIES AND IS THEREFORE NOT INTENDED AS A
STANDALONE NOVEL***
EXCERPT:
When my fingertips grazed
over the stripe along his ribs, he shuddered and inhaled loudly. By the time I
moved to the ones on his torso he was barely reacting to my touch.
It was when I lifted my
inspecting gaze from my roaming hand and looked him in the eye that I sensed
his dread. He knew where I was going to next. My heart was constricting at not
only seeing the look of unadulterated disgust, pain and shame in his eyes, but
sensing how great that perception of himself was.
This six foot, tattooed,
muscular Irishman was physically shaking, his muscles and jaw clenching to
painful proportions. The mere fact that he remained standing in front of me was
enough to stun me. He looked ready to cave and drop to his knees.
Still, when I softly traced
around the leather-like scalded, discolored flesh, his breathing was frantic,
his eyes screwing tightly as though willing me away. This I was used to. This
wasn’t the first time he allowed me to touch it, but I wanted him to show me,
to prove to me that his body was mine also. I’d lived treading on eggshells for
far too long. I wasn’t going to continue walking on them because of his
inability to allow me in, and placing barriers between us, regardless of how
painful.
Eyes closed tightly, his
face contorted while I held my breath. I silently inched closer to the area. My
lips narrowly managed to make a featherlike contact against it, when his eyes
sprang open as he gasped, pushing me away.
Purchase links for ebook,
Seeking Nirvana: The Dark Evoke Series #1: U.S: http://amzn.to/1nhZQmd
UK: http://amzn.to/1lI3VNr
Purchase Links for Eluding
Nirvana: The Dark Evoke Series #2: US: http://amzn.to/1tRfEJO UK: http://amzn.to/1n6BVpS
Author Bio:
Raised in a creative family,
witnessing one another expressing themselves through creativity, albeit
musically or through a form of literature, it was only a matter of time before
my passion for devising characters and their unique stories in their own world,
began to form and grow. From there the seed was sown and flourished into a
young girls dream.
Throughout the years I have
often toyed with the idea of pursuing this path, yet unknowing where to begin.
There are so many routes in this day and age to help get from A to B, that the
dream was both tangible and terrifying. So with that, and after a few months of
kicking myself into gear thanks to a certain someone, I decided to
self-publish, and that decision was most probably one of the best decisions I
have ever made.
I am a mother of a 6 year
old son who knows how to keep me on my toes.
If I’m not writing I’m
constantly thinking about writing and can be found either chasing my son
around, with my nose in book or being creative in the kitchen.
Amazon Author Link: http://www.amazon.com/V.L.-Brock/e/B00IJIB16C/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1408268470&sr=8-1
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