I followed my best friend to London thinking it would be an adventure full of excitement and bright lights, only to find myself in a shitty little corner of the city.
I'm now immersed in a world of bad boys and dirty fights.
My saviour complex is stretching to Finn West. He's dark, mysterious, grouchy, and a fighter. I can't help but want to push his buttons and see if I can crack that surly frown into a smile.
Maybe the connection I feel with him is real, or perhaps it's just the fanatical imaginings of a lonely girl, wanting a lonely boy. After all, who wants to be alone?
I just want to be left alone, stick to my routine, but no. Hope McGrath sure as hell can't let that happen.
I like order, control, I need it. She's like a tornado of sheer chaos, trying to rock my very structured life on it's foundations. She annoys the shit out of me on a daily basis, but somehow, I've come to enjoy her dragging me to her weekly bingo outings.
No matter how gnarly I am, she always comes back for more with her long legs and her loud mouth.
I don't need her in my life, even if I find myself thinking about her, her lips, her body...I don't need her.
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Love and war. Two words that should have little association, but to me the two go hand in hand. Both are a tragedy. They rip you open and spit you out. The war killed my husband, Connor, shattered my will to live, and took my best friend. Brandon may not have physically died in that war, but his soul did. And now we're left to pick up the wreckage. Expected to move on when all that is left is the ruins of a life we once had.
War. It took everything from me, even myself. When you're only able to exist, death seems like a blessing. Pain...a welcome distraction. I ran from everything associated with my past, and then she found me, fighting, drowning myself in whisky, trying to forget. She reminds me of Connor, of what I've lost—what we've lost. In the midst of destruction, she's a salvation I don't deserve.
Stevie J. Cole lives deep in the woods of Alabama with her husband and two precious daughters. She studied Epidemiology concentrating on cancer research but has always had a passion for writing. Some of her stories will strip you bare, some will give you nightmares, but the one thing she can promise is that she will always give you stories that make you feel.
Raw. Gritty. Love.
Because sometimes characters need to be flawed.
P.S. Stevie's greatest fear is the impending zombie apocalypse. Think about it: swarming armies of decaying, oozing corpses stumbling around with clicking teeth, trying to eat your face. Nothing about that is good. NOTHING!