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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.
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“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?
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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.
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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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