Tortured
(Tortured, #1) by Kate Givans
Publication date: July 2014
Genres: Adult, Contemporary
Genres: Adult, Contemporary
Synopsis:
A contemporary romantic drama about
loss, healing, and love's ability to reach beyond scars and secrets, no matter
how deep or hidden.
WARNING: This book is intended for 18+ readers ONLY. Potentially triggering content and concepts in books to follow.
More than a year after the death of his best friend, Josh is still tormented by the past. Everything changes when free-spiritedWillow
There’s just one problem.
Underneath that carefree spirit,Willow
Can Josh get her to open up before it’s too late? Or will he discover that some secrets are better left untold?
WARNING: This book is intended for 18+ readers ONLY. Potentially triggering content and concepts in books to follow.
More than a year after the death of his best friend, Josh is still tormented by the past. Everything changes when free-spirited
There’s just one problem.
Underneath that carefree spirit,
Can Josh get her to open up before it’s too late? Or will he discover that some secrets are better left untold?
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Excerpt:
I made my
way out into the store, taking my time as I browed the narrow aisles. I flipped through the small music collection.
I’d never been a fan of Country Classics, but it was about the only thing you
could find in hole-in-the-wall fill stations out here. I moved to the maps of Kansas , Texas , Arkansas and Missouri Midwest
state really is from the next. After that, I made my way down the aisle of
strange gas station knick knacks, hats, knives and t-shirts. I took my time to
look at everything, but wasn’t really looking for anything in particular. I
just needed to pass some time.
“Can I help ya’ find somethin’, sugar?”
Loletta called from behind the counter.
That was
my cue.
I headed
over to the coffee station, grabbed a cup, and filled it with half dark roast
and half hot chocolate. As I made my way to the register, I snagged a bag of
peanuts and a couple cans of ravioli, taking care to not spill hot liquid down
my front. As she rang up my purchase, I did my best to avoid staring at the
mid-40’s cashier. I doubted anyone had ever told her that all that blue and red
makeup made her look like a clown, but I certainly wasn’t going to be the one
to break the news.
“That’ll
be $6.85, sugar,” she said with a loud snap of her gum.
Not
bothering with the small chat, I pulled out a ten dollar bill. I was just about
to hand it over when I heard a familiar voice. I couldn’t tell what it had
said, but the breezy, tinkling sound registered instantly. Only, it sounded
like something was wrong.
Craning my
neck towards the exit, I tried to see what all the commotion was about, but the
backside of a police officer obstructed my view. I found myself being pulled in
the direction of the doorway, but I wasn’t sure why.
“Hey!”
Loletta called from behind me. “Ain’t ya gonna pay for your stuff?”
“I...uh...forgot
something,” I answered over my shoulder, dismissing her with a distracted wave
of my hand as I made my way closer to the last aisle of the store. When I
rounded the large display of magazines, my suspicions were confirmed. It was
her, the girl that had tormented my thoughts for days.
Grabbing a
magazine from the display rack, I opened it and pretended to read while
eavesdropping on the conversation happening just a few feet away from me. At
first, I was worried that she’d notice me, but her watery blue eyes were fixed
on the officer in front of her as she gnawed at her bottom lip, strands of hair
clinging to her tear-stained cheeks.
She looked
like a little girl standing next to the six-odd food Officer Warren. She even
sounded a little like one when she spoke. “I wasn’t stealing, I swear.”
But
Officer Warren didn’t seem convinced. “Look, Miss, we can do this the easy way
or the hard way. The easy way, you come with me quietly. The hard way…” He
uncrossed his arms, brushing the shiny metal handcuffs attached to his side.
I didn’t
think. I just reacted. “Excuse me, Officer?”
He
hesitated for just a moment, as if afraid Willow
“Josh?”
“Sorry to
interrupt, but um…she’s with me.”
Turning
the rest of his body towards me, he cocked a suspecting eyebrow and returned
his chubby arms to their former location – his massive chest. “You know this
girl?” He jutted a thumb in Willow
“Yes, sir.
I do,” I responded without hesitation, hoping he couldn’t see how hard I was
working at swallowing the massive lump of fear in my throat.
He gave a
low grunt. “Well, maybe you can tell
me why she felt the need to lift a box of tampons.”
I shot Willow
What had I
gotten myself into?
Author
Bio:
Quirky, clumsy, and always a little
off-key, Kate Givans has always loved books and the words contained within. Now
that she’s writing the stories, she’s filling them with broken characters,
angst, and even a few of those happily-ever-afters that seem to evade us
in real life.
When
not writing, this gypsy-hearted wife and mother of five can be found guzzling
coffee, day-dreaming, dancing for no reason at all, playing with the voices in
her head, watching her favorite shows (Originals, Grey’s, OUAT, The Following),
listening to music, and reminding herself to “breathe.”
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