AGAINST ALL ODDS:
Title: Against All Odds
Author: Angie McKeon
Release Date: April, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Blurb:
Our
lives shattered... Our hearts broken... Our souls torn to pieces...
He
was my world, my whole life. My reason for breathing. I had a perfect marriage,
a baby on the way, and I felt fulfilled—almost invincible.
Until
the day life hit, leaving me broken, vulnerable, and alone.
She
was my life. My ray of hope on the cloudiest day. With her, I thought I had the
ultimate safety. A love that would never hurt or betray me. I gave her my
heart, my body, and my soul.
Until
she broke me, destroying every dream and illusion I had about life, love, and
marriage.
In
our grief, we made a mistake. A mistake I'm not sure we can come back from.
Author Info:
A multi-tasker from
birth—and now proudly able to add 'writer' to my resume—I'm a mother, wife and
blogger. I love to read, write and drink copious amounts of iced coffee.
All three
aforementioned addictions are detrimental to my sanity.
I have a voracious
appetite for dark, painful and twisted reads. I'm enamored with the concept of
love and heart break. I believe life is a journey, a tale in its own for each
of us. The road to happiness is sometimes paved with stones from hell, or glitters
of satisfaction graced from the heavens above.
In my upcoming debut
novel, 'Against All Odds,' I strive to make you feel. I believe any
emotion—whether painful or happy—is good. To me, the key to living is to go
through life feeling its ups and downs. Love is dark and it can be painful but,
at the end of the day, it can save the most lost of souls and the most broken
of hearts
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EXCERPT
#1
Our fingers
lace together, and he tugs me close. My chest is crushed to his, and his face
brushes the side of mine. I feel his hot breath in my ear, sending a trail of
goose bumps down my body. Damn, he feels
good. Warm, hard, and lean.
“Tell me
something,” he whispers. My pulse spikes as I try to push back, aware that
Cooper could see this, but he doesn’t let me go. “How do you want to be fucked?
I can take you hard and fast, or slow. Are you wild, Kylie? Because that mouth
of yours has me so hard, I can’t wait to shove my cock in it. I want you. So
fucking badly.” He presses his dick against my stomach. “That’s what you’ve
done to me with your naughty voice and attitude. I just hope you’re as good as
you give, sweetheart.”
I’m
breathless. I lick my lips, swallowing hard. “You can have me anyway you want.”
He stills,
and the air around us, already charged, turns wicked. He pulls back, and his
face is so hot, I melt. I dissolve into a pool of lust as I stare into his
hungry eyes.
He plants a
soft kiss on the corner of my lips. “How did I get this lucky tonight?”
All rights reserved. Against All Odds
© 2014 Copyright, Angie McKeon.
EXCERPT #2
I step back
and release a shaky breath. “I don’t know what to say. You know that we...” I
flick my eyes to the other side of the room to collect my scattered thoughts.
Erasing the
distance I just tried to put between us, he lifts my face to his. Our eyes connect,
and my pulse—already wild—intensifies.
He looks
straight through to the heart of me. “You don’t have to say anything right now.
You don’t have to say anything ever. Just think about what I’m saying.” Gaze
locked on mine, he places a tender kiss on my lips.
When he pulls back, he clears his throat and
pulls out his phone. “All right, get packed. I’ll call the pilot and let him
know we’re ready to leave.”
I nod numbly
as he walks out of the room. I want to go home to my empty house. My empty bed.
My empty life. I need some time away from everyone. I need to figure out what’s
wrong with me. What happened to the girl
with morals?
I close my
eyes as all energy drains from my body. I slip to the ground, hugging my knees.
I miss my life before Kayla died. Before all I felt was pain and hopelessness.
Before all I saw was a nightmare. Before I shut down and started doing stupid
things.
I need to
find the girl I used to be, but I’m not sure she’s in there anymore. I’m not
sure she’s strong enough to come back. Because coming back means feeling the
loss of her baby and confronting the problems in her marriage. It means facing
pain, fear, and guilt. That is so terrifying that living in a state of numbness
and denial might just be easier.
All rights reserved. Against All Odds
© 2014 Copyright, Angie McKeon.
EXCERPT #3
“Look at me,
Kylie,” he says.
If I look at
him, I’ll die. My heart will crumble, and I won’t make it out of his office. I
can’t do it. The pain is unbearable. When I leave here, he’s with her. The
thought of him with her, while I’m pining away for him makes me sick.
It destroys me.
“Please, Ky. I need you to look at me. Don’t
do this. Don’t play fucking games with me. I need you to look at me now.”
Just do it. Suck it up.
I turn
around and look at him with tears in my eyes and distress smeared across my
features like paint on a canvas. My body seeps anguish I can’t hide. I can
never hide my heart. My feelings are always written on every seam of my face,
every angle of my form. My distress penetrates the air around me, pulling him
into my suffering, entangling and entrapping him within the storm that rages in
me. I’m broken without him and I’ve been without him for so long that I’ve lost
pieces of myself along the way. The jar that holds the last of my heart is
about to shatter until nothing is left but shards of the woman I used to be.
“I can’t
take this anymore,” I whisper, my voice broken. “We need to talk about us over dinner.”
I can’t give
a voice to my thoughts. If nothing changes between now and then, our marriage
can’t go on. He’s killing me, and I’m killing him. Together, we’re a car wreck
heading straight for a cliff. A cliff that spans a mountain. We are on our way
to certain emotional death and this ride’s something I don’t want to be a part
of anymore. I want off.
His eyes
pierce mine, and I know he knows what I’m thinking. He looks stunned, and for a
split second, I see fear. Cold, fucking fear. He sees everything I need him to
see and more. I hope he gets it. I hope he understands that this might be the
end of our road. We need to have something to work for, or we have nothing. I
love him, but this love hurts. It hurts in a way I would’ve never dreamed it
could.
All rights reserved. Against All Odds
© 2014 Copyright, Angie McKeon.
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