Author: Brooke Summers
Genre: Dark Fairytale Romance
Release Date: October 30, 2020
Cover Design: Design Bunnies
Reli My life isn’t a fairytale. It’s raw, painful, and battered.
Losing my father was the start of my downfall.
The nightmare I lived for two years shaped me.
The scars I have run deep.
I was broken.
Until him.
John
The moment I saw her, I knew she was mine.
I was thirty-one and she was fifteen.
I bided my time, waiting.
Then I saw her and there was no way I was staying away.
She was a shell of the girl I remember.
She says she’s broken.
I’m going to show her that she’s a diamond in the rough.
She’s mine and I’m not letting her go.
One way or another, I’m saving Reli.
Warning:
Saving Reli is a dark fairytale romance that contains strong sexual themes and violence, which could trigger emotional distress. The abuse written in this story is graphic and not glossed over, which could be upsetting to some. This story is NOT for everyone. Proceed with caution.
Bookish Banter - “All I have to say is, WOW.
I have never read a Brooke Summers book before, and I have to say that I was more than presently surprised.”
Readyourbooks - “I'm just...speechless? Yup.
This age-gap, dark romance gave me red puffy eyes, raw emotions, anger on all the unworthy pieces of meat breathing in the world & the harsh reality of such things happening to people out there with no one to help them.”
Goodreads Review - “Brooke Summers, You NAILED it with this book. I freaking loved it.”
I feel physically sick after hearing what Reli has been through. When she opened the door I bit back a curse as I took in her face. The split lip, the bloodshot eyes, not to mention the bruises that shine brightly on her face. She took a beating last night or this morning. A severe one by the looks of things. I need to get her to a doctor. Preferably a hospital but I’m not sure she’ll go for that.
By the looks of it, it looks like she has taken years of abuse both physically and mentally. What she’s endured makes me want to track Talia Maine down and kill the bitch. Talia and her minions have turned a girl that was broken hearted from losing her father into their fucking slave. They’ve made her life a living hell and I’m going to do everything in my power to ensure that they get the same in return. I’m going to fucking ruin them.
“Is this happening every day?” I’m not sure how I’ve managed to keep my voice calm and even but I’m fucking glad. The last thing Reli needs is my anger, it’s not directed at her, but she’s been mistreated so badly that she’d probably think it was.
She wrings her hands together and shrugs. Something passes through her eyes and I realize that she’s not told me everything. I can’t push her, if I do she could close up, or run and she's too frail to go anywhere.
“Reli, talk to me. I want to help.” I plead with her, I’m not used to feeling helpless and right now, there’s nothing that I can do. I want to pull her into my arms and hold her tight, but she’s fucking seventeen.
The sheer sadness in her eyes makes my gut clench. “You can’t. No one can.” She shifts in her seat a strangled cry springs from her lips as tears form in her eyes.
Fuck, “Reli, you need to see the doctor. Will you let me bring you to the hospital?”
She nods, her entire body shaking as the tears fall down her face.
Thank Christ.
I quickly push the button for the intercom and speak to my driver. “Lance, take us to the hospital.”
“Yes boss.” He replies instantly.
He’ll take us to a hospital that I trust. One that we use for my men if we’re injured. Where I know they’ll keep this shit quiet.
Reli leans back against the seat and closes her eyes, her face tense and full of pain. I hate seeing her like this. I need to comfort her. I unsnap her seat belt buckle and her eyes pop open, the fear in them has me fighting back a curse.
“Let me help you.” I murmur and she just stares at me as I reach for her. I pull her into my lap and she shuts down even more. “Reli, I’m not going to hurt you.” But my words fall on deaf ears, she doesn’t know that, she doesn’t really know me.
I hold her close, needing to feel her in my arms. “Where are you sore the most?” I ask her, she’s barely able to breathe without wincing.
“My back.” She gasps as Lance takes a sharp corner and she’s jolted in my arms.
I ask her if it's okay to have a look. I need to see what’s wrong with her, she nods turning her head away from me. I lift up her top and my jaw clenches at what I see. Black bruises run from the top of her neck to the bottom of her spine.
Oh God, what on earth has this woman been doing to her?
“Reli, why didn’t you tell me about your back? What did she do to you?”
Looking back at me, she licks her lips, her eyes wide with fear. “I don’t know,” she whispers and I frown, how can she not know? “Yesterday…” she begins softly and my body tenses. “She hit me…”
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