Title: Breathe Me
Author: Jeri Williams
Genre: New Adult Romance
Publisher: Gone Writing Publishing
You know how you hear those stories about once abused kids growing up and overcoming the difficult lie they have been dealt? They become majorly successful— like FBI agents or lawyers or something cool and never have any lingering problems?
Well, this isn’t one of those stories. In fact, those stories are just that, stories. They are things that I read about in the many books I bury myself in when I’m alone. I used to know how my life was going to be, how I was going to live out my lifeless days: unloved and fearful. Hopeless to the possibility that life, my life, could be anything better than what it is now.
I knew that I would either give up, or give in, either one would eventually be the end of me; I didn’t think that was so bad. I would no longer be constantly reminded that I was sh*t, and would be sh*t, no matter how hard I tried to make it different. I thought it was all easier just to slip away.
But that was before, before Deklan.
ADD TO GOODREADS
I rounded the corner to ’wormz and noticed a few cars in the parking lot already.
No releases of new material were set to come out today, so these customers were probably the early morning creepers. Just what I needed.
Stopping, I swallowed a half a pill and plastered on an “I’m happy to help you, you weirdo who gets out of bed this early in the morning to come to a bookstore” smile and rushed across the parking lot. Because life wanted to throw me a big “fuck you” this early in the morning, I tripped, my bag flew from my hands, and everything fell out of it. Everything.
“Fuck, really?” I stared at my stuff, willing it to go back in my bag magically, when I heard a voice that should not be familiar to me already but it was.
“Need a hand?”
And there he stood. Looking all James Dean in Rebel Without a Cause, popped collar and all, except if I remembered correctly, Dystopian Biker had more muscle underneath that tight black tee and leather jacket.
“Hello.” He waved a hand in front of my face, and at that moment, I realized I hadn’t replied to him yet.
Shit, I’d gone catatonic.
I was pretty sure he thought I had turned into a statue, but I was struck stupid and motionless by him. He was a guy who would be described in a book as being take-my-virginity hot. In the sun’s light, I could see the definition of his strong jawline and the subtle five-o’clock shadow he was rocking at almost eight in the morning. His features were sharp and hard, like they were carved out of stone, giving him that edgy look that all bad boys had. But what had me losing my brain cells were his eyes—the stark storm-gray that looked back at me seemed to see further into me than anyone had ever bothered to look.
Past my fakeness.
“Um, Harley?” He chuckled. Oh god, that sound…that sound almost made my knees buckle.
He had to be a god of some kind. I swallowed the tumbleweed in my throat and tried to act normal. Yeah, that wasn’t gonna happen.
About The Author:
Jeri Williams lives a super fabulous lifestyle (by fabulous, she mean's kinda lame) in the hot Florida sun and loves reading of any kind (except instruction manuals and cereal boxes). She has always written stories and made her family listen to them since she was young, although this is her first book she has ever published. She is a mom of an up-and-coming Jerry Seinfeld (in girl form) and also enjoys being right and knowing everything, although she is hardly ever right and really doesn't know anything and is obsessed with inventing miniature zoo animals you can carry around in your pocket (although not really).
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