Breathless by Vanessa Marie

 

Title: Breathless

Author: Vanessa Marie

Release Date: Nov 11, 2014

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For once in Charlie’s life, she has something she'd never allowed herself to have before.

Hope.

All because of Sam’s love.

He fought for her. No matter the cost.

He loved her even when she couldn't allow herself to feel loved.

Now, when things feel like they might go smoothly for once in her life...

The unexpected happens. Her fate. Her constant date with Death.

A reality that completely blindsides her when life once again rears it’s ugly head.

Shattering any sense of a future she ever felt she could grasp, even if only for a second.

Will she give in and surrender to her fate?

Will she retreat, pushing away everyone she loves to hold onto her secrets?

Or will she fight? Fight for Sam, fight for their love, the way he's always fought for her?

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"You suck, old man. This is blackmail." She grit her teeth like she always did when he baited her.

"If the only way to get you to talk is to withhold food, well, then so be it." Joe slowly lifted another heaping spoonful toward his mouth. The craving for marshmallows, chocolate, and nuts was suddenly so overwhelming that it was too much to take.

"Fine! I'll talk, but don't you dare eat that bite."

An evil smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he shoved it in his mouth.

"You asshole. That's a party foul."

"Did you just call your father an asshole?"

"Hey, if the shoe fits…."

"Just for that...." Joe cocked an eyebrow at her and brought the bowl to his chin, shoveling the rest into his mouth.

Charlie narrowed her eyes at him and gave him a menacing shake of her head. "I hope you get brain freeze."

"You can't freeze what's not there," he mumbled with a laugh as ice cream dribbled down his chin to his shirt.

She covered her mouth and looked away with her face scrunched up in disgust. "That's freaking gross. You're not even senile yet and you're already drooling 'n shit."

Joe let out a laugh. "Well it's good to see you have some semblance of your sense of humor left."

"Oh, look at you and your big words."

"Oh, bite me."

"I should since you ate all my ice cream."

Giving her his best stern look, she knew the jig was up. Their verbal dance was over and there was no more avoiding the dreaded conversation.

"So, when are you going to talk to him about it?" He moved from the table to the chair next to her.

"I'm not."

"Come on, kid. I've raised you better than that. Don't do this to him."

Was he really going there and pulling that bullshit? "What the hell is that supposed to mean? The only thing I'm doing is protecting him from inevitable pain."

"Seriously? Don't pull that bullshit with me."

Her heart pounded rapidly in her chest as her cheeks flushed with heat. "It's not bullshit," she said with a growl.

"Charles, I think you forget I've been in your shoes-"

Is he out of his fucking mind?

She didn't even let him finish before she cut him off. "The hell you have. You think you have an idea because you were with mom, but you have absolutely no idea what it's like to actually go through any of this." Tears welled in her eyes as she sucked in a ragged breath and forced herself to look away.

"That's what I wish you'd pull your head out of your ass about. Just because we aren't the ones being cut open doesn't mean this doesn't affect us. We have been on this ride with you from day one, every step of the way. So, no, you don't get to tell me how I feel—or anyone else, for that matter."

Deep down, she knew he was right to some degree, but it still wasn't fair for him to compare what he was feeling to what she was dealing with. Not that it was a competition to her, but he always tried to make it seem like everything was so simple and in black and white.

But it wasn't, and she was slowly sinking to the murky grey in the middle of it all.

 

Always the cause of shenanigans, Vanessa is a heavily tattooed, sarcastic motorcycle enthusiast who started her career as a Jeep tech at the age of sixteen. The happily married mother of three little monsters—oops, children—lives in Kentucky by way of Las Vegas, Nevada. Once her life took a different direction—sidelined by Heart Disease at 26 and becoming a pacemaker recipient—she decided to write as a creative outlet, and Heartless was born. She realizes life can be dark clouds and acid rain at times, but her outlook on life puts a positive and sarcastic spin on it all.

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