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Seeking Nirvana
The
Dark Evoke Series Book 1
by
V.L. King
Genre:
Romantic Suspense
****CONTAINS
AN ELEMENT OF PHYSICAL AND PSYCHOLOGICAL ABUSE, AND IS THEREFORE ONLY
RECOMMENDED TO READERS OVER THE AGE OF 18****
They
say that old habits die hard, and twenty-seven-year-old, Kady Jenson,
is about to discover how very true that statement is.
Waking
up in the hospital with a complete stranger at her bedside should
have caused panic and confusion, but for some unknown reason to her,
Kady finds the company of the rugged, and devastatingly handsome man
simply irresistible. And that Irish brogue. Oh, my word!
It’s
only when she discovers that she has just awoken from a four-day
coma, with a three-year void in her memory, that brings on her panic
and confusion.
Kady
soon comes to realize that things change with time, not only
appearances. And if that wasn’t enough the sexual chemistry she
once shared with her boyfriend, now so long ago, and she begins to
fall back into buried habits unconsciously, each day, the growing
sense of foreboding becomes increasingly harder to ignore. Kady is
left on her own when her boyfriend goes on a business trip; she takes
it upon herself to find her Irish Stranger which sends them on a
quest, in a race against time, to piece the puzzle back together.
Seconds
passed in a form of salted tears trailing down my face, and over my
swollen lip. I tasted the salty residue as I swept my tongue over the
cracked flesh between sobs. I have no idea how long I cried. All I
can remember is the pressure in my head, directly behind my eyes, and
the way it radiated through my cheekbones. Thrown into disarray, my
shoulders juddered, sending my body into a mass of constricting,
tautening muscles with each tiny gasp as I attempted to halt my cries
in the warmth of Liam’s arms.
There
was nothing I could do about my misplaced years. There was no magic
medicine to administer to help spark something, no matter how trivial
it may be. There was no magic procedure that the doctors of MA
General could carry out like in some sci-fi movie, hook me up to more
probes and wires and have my body zoom through a tunnel of flashing
images while they flooded back.
They
were gone. At least, they were gone for now. And that was something I
didn't truly comprehend how demanding it would be to accept. But I
had to accept it. Regardless.
“Mr.
DeLaney,” Leviton’s voice shaded my rapid pants as I fought for a
lungful of air. “If I could have a talk with you outside please,”
he requested.
I
unwillingly pulled myself away from the warm crook of Liam’s body,
shifting my head from the consoling warmth and rhythmic rising and
dropping of his chest, back onto the white cotton pillow. Striving to
reassure me, he grazed his thumb over my knuckles as he thrust
himself from the bed. “I won’t be a few minutes, baby,” he
smiled.
Everything
at that point may have been buried in a dense, stifling fog, but the
look in Irish’s eyes didn't go unnoticed, as his gaze combed Liam
while he was skirted at the foot of the bed, and trailed behind the
sympathetic doctor into the hallway, closing the room door gently
behind him. That grimace couldn't have gone
undetected, totally impossible. It was the lighthouse beaming through
my fog, guiding me to a question that I really didn't even wish to
contemplate.
Incalculable
times I exhaled loudly, ousting all of my frustrations in one simple
breath, but it didn't help. My frustrations and alarm was as visible
as the flat-cap on Irish’s head. Every fleeting moment which passed
alongside a groan, had my agitation escalating, scaling higher and
higher like one of those carnival attractions, where you hit the
button with the hammer to see how strong you are. And I was very
close to reaching the jackpot.
Air
was expelled in hefty grunts, while my fingers had become a knotted
mass in my lap. Teeth were grinded and temperatures had rocketed as
the silence turned into piercing bells ringing in my already aching
head.
“How
do we…? How long have we…?” I wavered, my attention shifted
from my blue woven cover, to the well-defined man at the foot of my
cot. “How do I know you?”
Seeing
the corner of his lips curl into a smile, albeit a sad one, I felt
the atmosphere in the room begin to normalize and adjust. It was no
longer suffocating and awkward like it had been with Liam amongst the
room’s occupants. With his hands hidden in the front of his dark,
denim pockets, his arms pushing his plaid shirt back to showcase his
white T-shirt that clung to his torso, he paced leisurely to my side.
“We've
known each other for about eighteen months. I work for, Liam.”
“Eightee––”
I sighed. Quelling the sense of uprising panic, I breathed in a deep
breath, well, as deep as my smarting ribs would allow, and exhaled
through pursed lips. Having a void that immense in my mind was too
overwhelming. I instantly began to wish I didn't ask such a stupid
question, a question which would trigger an immeasurable degree of
anxiety that I just didn't need at that point. “You’re an
architect, too?” I added.
He
sniggered then hung his head for a moment. When he lifted his gaze,
his head was cocked; he looked adorable with that shy expression.
Shaking his head, he licked his lips slowly. “No, I um…” he
hesitated, and I sensed a degree of discomfiture radiating from him.
“I’m in construction,” he sighed.
“Oh,”
is all I could muster, before he removed his hands from his pockets,
and took position on the ugly green seat next to me. “Do you enjoy
it?”
Resting
on the edge of the chair with his elbows supported on his knees, he
rubbed his hands together, making circular motions over each of his
palms, opting for nonchalance. “Its work,” he answered simply
through an unconvincing grin.
I
could understand and appreciate that. Being a stripper was never on
my list of desired employment opportunities. The way my stomach
knotted, and the shame I felt every time someone asked me what I did
for a living, was considerable. People always judge a book by its
cover, that’s a fact. And it’s unnerving when you know people
judge you because you’re not a doctor, a lawyer, an architect…but
work is work.
My
attention shuffled from Irish to the door as I heard the click of the
handle being pushed down. Liam stepped inside, closing the door
behind him.
“Hey,”
I breathed.
His
soft, loving expression turned cold and hard, as he was welcomed by
the sight of his employee sitting beside me, leaning into his arms
and only a few inches away from the bed itself. Liam may have been at
the end of the room, but his jaw was working like Santa’s elves the
day before Christmas Eve. Scowling, he stomped into the room with as
much control as he could gather…which wasn't a lot for Liam
DeLaney; he was never able to keep a firm lid on his emotions.
Still,
Irish didn't even batter an eyelid, let alone shift out of the seat,
which made Liam worse.
“What
did the doctor say?” I asked, not only out of pure interest, but in
an attempt to bring an end to the once again, thickening, hostile
atmosphere.
Taking
extra caution not to snag my IV, he took a seat on the left of my
bed. I watched and blenched as his thumb traced over my cracked,
swelling mouth before lingering over my lower lip. I couldn't help
but smile when I met his green and blue speckled eyes.
“He
said that…” he began but soon trailed off. The man to my right
was shot a disdainful scowl. “You can go,” he snapped.
I
glance to my right, a V scorched into his dark brown eyebrows, his
molded, pale lips hardened into a stubborn, firm line.
“I
said, go. There is no need for you to even be here now. Kady doesn't
even know you; you’ll get her confused.”
“Very
well,” Irish muttered on an outbreath. He pushed himself up slowly,
and placed a kind hand over mine. Yes, you knew he definitely worked
in construction, because callouses which covered his palm was
scrapping across the back of my knuckles. “I’ll be around if you
need anything, Kady. I won’t be far.”
I
felt the mattress quivering beneath me, as Liam’s body shook
frenzied and incessantly. “She has me. She doesn't need your
charity,” he seethed.
“Even
still,” he lifted his head, his eyes narrowed at Liam in silent
warning, before returning them to me. “I’ll be around. Nothing
will change that,” he promised with a smile.
“Thank
you, that’s very kind, um…”
I
remember how his eyes blazed and how a twitch kissed the left corner
of his mouth, a tiny dimple making an adorable appearance. It was a
look that was both sad and hopeful. And although I have no idea why,
it warmed me.
“Walker.
My name is, Walker.”
Eluding
Nirvana
The
Dark Evoke Series Book 2
****CONTAINS
ELEMENTS OF PHYSICAL AND PSYCHOLOGICAL ABUSE, AND IS THEREFORE ONLY
RECOMMENDED TO READERS OVER THE AGE OF 18****
Three
years lost; a body marred and a mission complete.
Waking
after a four-day coma, Kady Jenson felt her life crashing down around
her. Three years of her memory were missing, and the compelling man
at her side was not her years-long partner, but a stranger – a
stranger who promised to help her recover what she had lost.
But
how did Kady come to such a place?
What
dark, mysterious events had stolen her past and threatened her
future?
How
did her lover become a stranger, and this stranger become so terribly
important?
What
happened to turn Kady’s orderly life into a terrifying nightmare
which would leave her permanently marked, body and soul?
Transcending
Nirvana
The
Dark Evoke Series Book 3
****CONTAIN
ELEMENTS OF PHYSICAL AND PSYCHOLOGICAL ABUSE, AND IS THEREFORE ONLY
RECOMMENDED TO READERS OVER THE AGE OF 18****
Con·trol:
tr.v.
con·trolled, con·trol·ling, con·trols
Noun
1.
The power to influence or direct people’s behaviour or the course
of events.
2.
To hold in restraint.
Survivor:
sur·vive
v.
sur·vived, sur·viv·ing, sur·vives
v.intr.
1.
To remain alive or in existence.
2.
To carry on despite hardships or trauma.
Kady
Jenson was a fighter.
For
four days, she fought through the darkness of her unconscious, and
for weeks afterward she fought for answers as to why her long-term
boyfriend was more of a stranger, while she felt so connected to the
Irish stranger now at her hospital bedside. The apprehension, fear,
anxiety, scars that she had no memories of gaining and an unfamiliar
passion which spawned each time she was in close proximity to the
stranger, provided a wake-up call.
Receiving
something she secretly craved helped regain the memories of the three
years she had lost... but nothing could prepare her for the
gut-wrenching truth. Kady discovered she had gone from fighter to
victim at the hands and from the manipulation of the one person she
truly loved - The one person who was supposed to love and cherish
her. Beatings, emotional cruelty and mental torture had been an
everyday occurrence. This was her life...
Now,
she’s back and so are her memories. With Irish steadfast at her
side to protect her and maintain any residual fight she has left, can
she finally break free of Liam’s hold? What remained of the
fighter, fought to discover how she, at the lowest point of her life,
was a victim.
I suppose my life could be described as a romance novel itself. Life has many twists and turns, many forks in the road, and numerous bumps. But we learn and we grow.
I am a firm believer
in, 'your life is what you make it', And I am greatful for the two
important people in my life that taught me that approach. May they be
watching me now.
I married my childhood sweetheart, and had he
gifted me with a son...everything has a Happy Ever After, you just
need to believe in it.
Yes, I ramble, and at times it is a
challenge to shut me up.
Apart from the obvious duties in
life, writing is the only thing that I can sit and concentrate on
without contemplating all the other things I should/could be doing.
If I'm not writing...I'm thinking about writing, usually with a
coffee in my hand.
I always start the day with a coffee, and a
motivational quote. It really does help.
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