GOOD MORNING!!!
Running in to give you all a BIG FAT TREAT!!! My good friend and FANTASTIC author Terri Anne Browning is giving a tastey tidbit from her upcoming release, The Rocker That Loves Me, bk 4 of The Rocker Series. I am so lucky to have met this gal. She is an amazing storyteller, from the very first time I opened her book I was engrossed and never moved from the couch. I have been a faithful fan and she has turned into a good friend. So please help me welcome her to our little corner of the book world.
PROLOGUE
It looked like the entire trailer park had shown up to pay their respects.
I kept glancing around, taking them all in; anything to keep my gaze from going to the one place I didn’t want it to go, yet seemed unable to stop myself from drifting to—the casket and the woman lying there looking so peaceful…
My eyes landed on Mr. Thornton. Jesse’s old man was in a pair of faded jeans and a button down shirt that was too tight around his beer gut. His hair was actually combed for once, and it looked like he had taken the time to shave. His eyes were clear, something they rarely were. Mr. Thornton had liked Mom, I guess.
Nik was standing with his mom, really his aunt Sarah who had stepped in when his deadbeat old man died. She looked a little lost. Sarah and Mom had been friends, but we all suspected that there was something wrong with Nik’s mom. She had been having horrible headaches lately and couldn’t seem to remember things at times.
My gaze drifted past my friend and his mother, landing on random people here and there. A few girls from the west side of the trailer park were grouped together. I had screwed each of them once or twice, they were probably wondering which one of them would be lucky enough to comfort me later that night. I didn’t want comfort from any of them.
Our landlady was talking to Drake, quietly reassuring him yet again that she wasn’t going to kick us out of our trailer. She liked Drake, mostly because he didn’t complain when she made him do hard manual labor around the rundown old trailer park that she owned. That old biddy was probably scared out of her mind that we were going to pick up and leave and she’d have to find someone that wouldn’t do half the things that my brother did and for more money.
For now we weren’t worried about money. Mom had had a sizeable life insurance policy that had covered any possible death. Even suicide…
Something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye and I turned to find Ms. Jameson stumbling in the funeral home’s entrance. She had Emmie’s arm in a vice like grip and was dragging the limping little girl behind her. Emmie nearly tripped and tried to hide her grimace of pain.
I wanted so badly to go to Emmie and take her away from that bitch. My brother had nearly gone to jail saving her from one monster, only for her to have to go home and face the one she had to live with every day…
A strong hand landed on my shoulder and squeezed. “How are you?” Jesse’s deep voice asked quietly.
I shrugged his hand away. It wasn’t that I didn’t want the comfort. I just had so much on my mind right now, and a lot of the shit I had tried so hard to forget came flooding back with a vengeance. I shuttered at the very thought of someone touching me…
“I’m fine,” I assured Jesse, but of course it was a lie. I wasn’t sure how I was, or even how I was supposed to be.
My mom was gone, and it was all my fault. I should never have opened my mouth. I should never have told my mom what had happened or why Drake had done what he had done to Rusty. If I hadn’t then she wouldn’t have killed her husband… She wouldn’t have killed herself!
Tiny fingers gripped my hand. “I’m sorry your Momma is gone, Shane,” Emmie murmured in a soft voice.
Some of the tightness around my heart eased as I glanced down at her. For the first time since my world had come crashing down the week before, I felt my eyes burn. I hadn’t cried for my mom, or for anyone else. The shock had set in and I was just now unthawing. Crazy enough, it took Emmie to do the unthawing.
I bent down so we were eye level. She was barely nine, but she had seen so much in her young life that she acted years older. I was beyond relieved that Drake had been able to spare her the added nightmares of sexual abuse on top of what she already had to go through daily.
“Thanks, Em.” I reached out to push her hair back from her face and saw the bruise on her cheek. It was faded and I figured it was about a week old. Her legs and arms were a symphony of bruises at varying stages, ranging from pale yellow to dark blue and purple. I had to fight with myself every time I saw her like that not to call child services, but I knew that if Emmie was taken from her mom and put into foster care she could possibly end up in a place worse than where she was right now.
“Is it my fault?”
Her whispered question stabbed me in the gut, and I hugged her tight for a long moment before answering.
“No, baby doll. This isn’t your fault.” I pulled back enough to meet her wet, green gaze. “Don’t ever think that, okay? You didn’t do anything wrong.”
After a small hesitation she finally nodded. “Okay.”
Jesse bent down and took her hand. “I saw some cookies, Emmie. Let’s go get some.”
Even though I could hear her stomach growling, Emmie shook her head. “No, I can’t leave Shane. He needs me.”
Sadly enough, she was right…
SQUEEEEEEE…I am so excited to read 🙂 (I am saving for the near future when I am going to be stuck not moving) In celebration of this upcoming release on October 1st, I am giving away a copy of the first 3 books to a lucky winner. Leave Terri a comment and I will pick a winner on Monday morning. Thanks as always for visiting us here.
Have a FANFREAKINTASTIC FRIDAY!!!!
XXOO
Maureen 🙂