A New Adult romance stand-alone novel.
I don’t want to be here.
When you lose the one person that was your whole life, you’ll understand. For me, it was my best friend, Alice. We spent every second of every day together. We planned a life. I was actually living. I was happy.
Now, it’s just gone.
And I’m still here. Lonely. A tatted up body with an empty soul.
Getting inside of my head won’t be pretty. I’m warning you now that you won’t like me. I hate people besides my family. I hate everything around me. I just want to be alone. And I HATE how Logan Mercer doesn’t understand that. He’s everywhere; getting inside of my head, kissing me when he shouldn’t be, messing everything up, and trying to get me to open up. He’s making me crazier than I already am. Why do I need to talk about my life? Why does he even care?
Why doesn’t anyone understand that I don’t want to get attached to people? I don’t want to get fixed.
I want to be alone.
I want to be free.
I want to fly.
My name is Rebeckah Lennox and this is my story…of how I fell.
WARNING: Due to heavy subject matter, strong language, possible triggering descriptions of self-harm and some sexual situations this book is not recommended for anyone under the age of 17.
About the Author
Briana Pacheco hates referring to herself in third person so let’s start off with I’m the author of the Enough Trilogy, Don’t Let Me Fall, and many more books to come in the future. I’m from Boston and a wannabe explorer so one day I’ll travel the world. So far, that’s only happening when I write but I’m not giving up just yet. I love coffee, music and books, and I have an obsession with tattoos and accents. Sadly, I have neither so I make my characters have them instead. I’m an avid reader and if I’m not writing, you’ll find me with a book (or Kindle) in my hands. I love hearing from readers about anything so please don’t be shy and stalk me.
He held out his hand again and I took it.
Logan sat down on the stool and pulled the handle.
The reels started rotating. And I started biting my nails. God, what is happening to me? I don’t bite my nails.
Jackpot. Jackpot. Cherry.
“Told you.” I said, my old mood making a comeback when I realized that bear is not coming home with me.
“Two jackpots,” Bozo said. “You get another go. Remember, man, this is the last one.” He glanced at me and smirked. “I think you’re going home empty-handed.”
“I’d say you’re reading your own future, buddy,” Logan said. “The girls are loving the bozo wig.” He deadpanned. I couldn’t help but laugh and so did the crowd a couple feet behind us.
Bozo rolled his eyes and waved us the all clear.
“I need more luck.” Logan said, his eyes glowed bluer than I’ve ever seen them. What could I possibly do for more luck?
“What? Should I blow you right now?” I joked.
His jaw twitched as his eyes fell to my mouth. God, I’m tempted to do it now. I don’t care that there are people watching. I should have kept my mouth shut.
Logan leaned into me, his lips touching mine.
“You have to believe it,” he whispered. I can’t think about anything besides his lips on mine. Fuck. He’s really distracting.
He can win the bear. I though. Please win the bear.
He pressed his lips into mine as his free hand pulled the handle again. When he let it go, he slipped his hand out of mine and placed both on my hips, deepening the kiss.
Win the fucking bear!
Win the fucking bear!
I’m so lost right now. Logan is breaking down my walls by crashing through. He’s making me want something. He’s making me want him. And I don’t know how I should feel about it.
“Feeling lucky?” Logan asked finding my eyes. I just nodded. My words are trapped in my throat waiting for his tongue to take them.
We turned and stared at the reels rotating.
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