Release Blitz – Broken – Ellie Messe

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From Ellie Messe comes her Debut Novel Broken

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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.
 
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About The Author

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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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