Title: Whispers and the Roars
Author: K Webster
Genre: Psychological Romance
Release Date: December 6, 2016
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***THIS STANDALONE IS BEST ENJOYED WHEN YOU DON'T READ ANY REVIEWS OR SPOILERS BEFORE READING. GOING IN BLIND IS BEST. TRUST ME.***
From USA Today bestselling author K Webster comes a gripping and emotional psychological romance standalone!
I’m a recluse.
Sad, quiet, afraid.
Sequestered in my home away from the world.
It’s better this way.
I wasn’t always alone.
I had him—my boyfriend, my best friend, my everything.
Yeo Anderson.
But I sent him away.
I was a fungus. Growing and festering. Turning his brilliant parts black with the disease otherwise known as me.
My sweet boy was sick in love. I couldn’t bear to think about what he was giving up. For me. I’d poisoned him, but it wasn’t too late. I could fix it. So, I did.
But he’s back.
The boy blossomed into a man who wants to fight me for me.
The past that rules me is dark and chaotic and violent.
It always wins.
Love isn’t supposed to be a war.
Yeo thinks our hearts, though, will win this time.
Warning:
Whispers and the Roars is a dark romance. Strong sexual themes and violence, which could trigger emotional distress, are found in this story. The abuse written in this story is graphic and not glossed over, which could be upsetting to some. This story is NOT for everyone. Proceed with caution.
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EXCERPT
When I finally see him, my heart ceases to beat.
There, standing on my front porch in all of his masculine beauty, is Yeo Anderson. He’s clearly been working out because his usual tall, slender form is slightly filled out. His upper arms and chest are leaner. More defined. The white button-up shirt he dons fits him like it would a GQ model. His black tie is sleek and thin, the color matching his slacks perfectly. He wears a shiny pair of dress shoes. Clean, polished, and without a single scuff. Just like the boy himself.
Yeo looks expensive.
I don’t remember him looking this expensive.
Swallowing, I flit my gaze down to my Walmart dress. I look inexpensive.
“Kadydid.” His nickname for me is a whisper. I like whispers. He knows this. “You look beautiful. Even more so than I remember.”
At this, I lift my eyes to meet his heated brown ones. He lifts up a dark eyebrow and smiles. Yeo’s smiles are blinding and brilliant and perfect. The boy—no—the man dizzies me and confuses me whenever he’s near. I can’t stay locked up inside my head because he’s too busy distracting me by working his way into my heart.
“It’s been so long…” I trail off, tears forming in my eyes.
He takes a step forward. Then another. And then his fingertips are brushing a stray brown strand of hair away from my cheek. His touch jolts me to life. Electrifies my entire being. Resuscitates my dead soul. When he dips down, I can’t help but lean in to him. To inhale his new scent. It’s unfamiliar, yet still smells like him. More masculine. Older. Wiser. Yum.
“Yeo…”
And then his fingers are on me. Touching me. Owning me. Distracting me. The words I was going to say fizzle and fade as the fire that only we create rages back to life. A fire I’d assumed died after over a decade.
He was supposed to find a new life.
A new girlfriend. A wife even.
Move far the hell away from me.
Yet, here he is. His fingers curling around the back of my neck. His lips flitting over my ear, whispering secrets before brushing along my cheek, and finally crushing my own mouth. My gasp of relief is my only response—my only confirmation that what he’s doing is okay—before he’s kissing me like the world might end tomorrow. Hell, I’d want it to if it meant I could continue to kiss him just like this until that time.
AUTHOR BIO
K Webster is a USA Today Bestselling author. Her titles have claimed many bestseller tags in numerous categories, are translated in multiple languages, and have been adapted into audiobooks. She lives in “Tornado Alley” with her husband, two children, and her baby dog named Blue. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, drinking copious amounts of coffee, and researching aliens.
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