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*Mature Content Advisory* Twenty-two year old, Bree Jensen is a survivor who managed to break free from her abuser and start a new life. Bree fights to live a normal life. She does not want to be a victim or survivor. Bree just wants to forget. Falling in love is the last thing on her mind, now that Bree has the chance to start over. That is...until she meets her neighbor, Josh. Josh oozes sexual charm. He's confident, talented, and he adores her. Bree finds everything about Josh hard to resist right down to his decorated body of tattoos, piercings and shag haircut. Don't forget about those damn green eyes. Josh has endured his own personal hell and meeting Bree has triggered emotions he thought were buried deep. Can they SAVE each other from their chilling pasts and begin the fairytale both so desperately want?
The highly anticipated third book in the Save Me Series is here. I like drinking. I find that drinking makes me feel less alone. It also numbs the pain. Alcohol is an "old friend..".a trusted friend. However, the alcohol is taking a toll on my relationship with Bree. I'm beginning to notice a pattern. For years, I used alcohol, sex, and music to overcome the "bad feelings." With the first few sips of alcohol comes an immediate sense of relief. It's the only cure. There are times when the first few drinks to take the edge off feel so good. Instead of drinking a few, I drink way too much. When I drink too much, I become a different person...a person Bree does not recognize. In fact, I don't want her to know that side of me. Keeping up with the drinking is terribly draining. It's making Bree and me miserable. How can something that makes me feel so good make me feel so bad at the same time? To protect her, I have to do the unimaginable. She's been through enough. She deserves better. Bree deserves a "Happily Ever After" even if I'm not part of it. I hate myself for what I'm about to do. I'm a failure. I'm a jerk. I'm a loser.
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