Monday, 3 November 2014

Nocte by Courtney Cole - RELEASE DAY LAUNCH

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We are beyond excited to bring you the Release Day Launch for Courtney Cole's NOCTE! NOCTE is a New Adult dark romantic psychological suspense novel. Hang on tight because this book will blow you away...


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 NOCTE Synopsis:


My name is Calla Price. I’m eighteen years old, and I’m one half of a whole. My other half-- my twin brother, my Finn-- is crazy.

I love him. More than life, more than anything. And even though I’m terrified he’ll suck me down with him, no one can save him but me.

I’m doing all I can to stay afloat in a sea of insanity, but I’m drowning more and more each day. So I reach out for a lifeline.

Dare DuBray.

He’s my savior and my anti-Christ. His arms are where I feel safe, where I’m afraid, where I belong, where I’m lost. He will heal me, break me, love me and hate me. He has the power to destroy me.

Maybe that’s ok. Because I can’t seem to save Finn and love Dare without everyone getting hurt.

 Why? Because of a secret.

A secret I’m so busy trying to figure out, that I never see it coming.

You won’t either.

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Glancing up, I suck my breath in when I find dark eyes connected to mine, eyes so dark they’re almost black, and the energy in them is enough to freeze me in place.

A boy is attached to the dark gaze.

A man. 

He’s probably no more than twenty or twenty-one, but everything about him screams man. There’s no boy in him. That part of him is very clearly gone. I see it in his eyes, in the way he holds himself, in the perceptive way he takes in his surroundings, then stares at me with singular focus, like we’re somehow connected by a tether. He’s got a million contradictions in his
eyes….aloofness, warmth, mystery, charm, and something else I can’t define.

He’s muscular, tall, and wearing a tattered black sweatshirt that says Irony is lost on you in orange letters. His dark jeans are belted with black leather, and a silver band encircles his middle finger.

Dark hair tumbles into his face and a hand with long fingers impatiently brushes it back, all the while his eyes are still connected with mine. His jaw is strong and masculine, with the barest hint of stubble.
His gaze is still connected to mine, like a livewire, or a lightning bolt. I can feel the charge of it racing along my skin, like a million tiny fingers, flushing my cheeks. My lungs flutter and I swallow hard.

And then, he smiles at me.

At me.

Because I don’t know him and he doesn’t know better.

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ABOUT COURTNEY COLE: Courtney Cole is a novelist who would eat mythology for breakfast if she could. She has a degree in Business, but has since discovered that corporate America is not nearly as fun to live in as fictional worlds. She loves chocolate and roller coasters and hates waiting and rude people. Courtney lives in quiet suburbia, close to Lake Michigan, with her real-life Prince Charming, her ornery kids (there is a small chance that they get their orneriness from their mother) and a small domestic zoo.        

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Monday, 15 September 2014


Title: COURAGE Anthology
Release Date: September 16, 2014
All proceeds will be donated to the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer via the Fifty Shades of Pink team.
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J.L. Berg- Never been ready(The Ready Series Book 2)

Leah Morgan was done with men. After barely surviving a horrendous childhood, and a boyfriend who bailed when things got rough, Leah had given up on love. Then she met him, Hollywood’s new golden boy who suddenly had eyes only for her. She tried to convince herself that one night couldn’t hurt, but after six months, the memories of his mesmerizing gaze and searing touch still invaded her every thought. Declan James had just one rule when it came to women. Keep it simple, and never linger. That all changed the moment he met Leah. Even across a crowded bar, he could tell she was different. Sweet, with just the right amount of sass, she made him break his golden rule and now he couldn’t walk away. When casual becomes anything but, and emotions run deep, will Leah and Declan fight their fears, or let old insecurities tear them apart? When Declan’s past comes roaring back in a way neither of them could have expected, will they stand united or be torn apart by the challenges that lie ahead? It was only supposed to be one night, but only forever will do.
L.A. Casey- Dominic(Slater Brothers #1)

WARNING: If you don't like leading males that are possessive pr**ks, Dominic is NOT for you. If you don't like leading females that are stubborn bi**hes, Dominic is NOT for you. If you don't like characters who have bad tempers, Dominic is NOT for you. Most of all, if you don't like characters who CURSE A LOT and say EXACTLY what they feel and are thinking without sugar coating it then Dominic is REALLY NOT for you. After a car accident killed her parents when she was a child, Bronagh Murphy chose to box herself off from people in an effort to keep herself from future hurt. If she doesn't befriend people, talk to them or acknowledge them in any way they leave her alone just like she wants. When Dominic Slater enters her life, ignoring him is all she has to do to get his attention. Dominic is used to attention, and when he and his brothers move to Dublin, Ireland for family business, he gets nothing but attention. Attention from everyone except the beautiful brunette with a sharp tongue. Dominic wants Bronagh and the only way he can get to her, is by dragging her from the boxed off corner she has herself trapped in the only way he knows force. Dominic wants her, and what Dominic wants, Dominic gets.
Kirsty Mosely- The Boy Who Sneaks In My Bedroom Window

Amber Walker and her older brother, Jake, have an abusive father. One night her brother's best friend, Liam, sees her crying and climbs through her bedroom window to comfort her. That one action sparks a love/hate relationship that spans over the next eight years. </ span> Liam is now a confident, flirty player who has never had a girlfriend before. Amber is still emotionally scarred from the abuse she suffered at the hands of her father. Together they make an unlikely pair. Their relationship has always been a rocky one, but what happens when Amber starts to view her brother's best friend a little differently? And how will her brother, who has always been a little overprotective, react when he finds out that the pair are growing closer? Find out in The Boy Who Sneaks In My Bedroom Window.
Erin Noelle- When The Sun Goes Down(Dusk Till Dawn Book 1)

A story of deception... Trina is a quiet, reserved music teacher at an inner-city elementary school. Because of the traumatic events of her childhood, she’s skittish of people in general, but men especially frighten her. However, when Lucca Ellis appears in her life, he refuses to take no for an answer. Will he be able to help her overcome the past that has kept her a prisoner for over eight years? Kat is a woman scorned and out for revenge. Wronged by the men in her life, she thrives on belittling and dominating all men that she comes in contact with. Her end goal is to make the one man, the one who stole her life away as a child, pay for his actions, and she doesn’t care who she has to destroy to get there. These two lives that both thrive on control, were never supposed to overlap, but anything can happen... When the Sun Goes Down.
Tess Oliver- Freefall: Custom Culture #1

Ever since a tragic accident killed her family and left her alone in the world, Scotlyn James hasn't spoken one word. Up until now she didn't care that she had no way of talking to people. Her awful aunt would never have listened, and Lincoln Hammond the arrogant, selfish man who pulled her from the streets of Los Angeles wouldn't hear her words if she could speak. But when Lincoln insists she get a tattoo to cover up a scar on her side, Scotlyn meets the artist, Nix Pierce. And now she longs for her voice. Now she has found someone who will hear her.
Kate Perry- All for You (A Laurel Heights Novel)

Anna Godwin likes it spicy. At least she used to. Somewhere between law school and real life, she lost her sparkle. Now she wears boring business suits to boring dates in her boring life. The last time Anna remembers feeling that sizzle was with the one man who's all cayenne and passion: Max Corazao, the one who got away. Except Max still sees Anna as a woman full of spice. And Anna intends to do whatever she can to be that woman again—with his (unknowing) help...
Julie A. Richman- Searching For Moore

I lost the love of my life when she disappeared without even a goodbye. It was the 80's - there was no internet, no Google, no cell phones.</ span> If you wanted to disappear, you could. And she did. She crushed my soul. A friend just told me he saw her on Facebook. And now I'm a keystroke away from asking her the question that's haunted me for two decades. "Why did you leave me?" Two decades after she broke his heart, sexy entrepreneur Schooner Moore uncovers the truth and betrayal his life has been built on when he Facebook friend requests college love, Mia Silver. Determined to win Mia's love once again, Schooner embarks on a life-altering journey that could cost him everything.
Aurora Rose Reynolds- Until Trevor (Until Series Book 2)

Trevor Mayson had his life planned out - make the family business successful and play the field for a few more years before eventually settling down. Then he sees her. Liz Hayes was beautiful, shy and everything that he could ever want...but she didn't fit into his plans. After Trevor painfully rejects her, Liz finally starts to move on, but Trevor is finding it difficult to truly let her go. It seems the more he tries to stay away, the more intense his feelings for her become. Like a stretched rubber band, he can only take so much before snapping. Liz Hayes is done waiting for Trevor and isn't interested in getting her heart broken by him again, but Trevor is making it difficult for her to forget him when he shoves his way back into her life. Can Trevor prove to her that he is worth falling in love with again, and is he ready to change his life plan to let her into his heart?
Hilary Storm-In A Heartbeat (Rebel Walking #1)

Eaven Bennett is a college student with a passion for photography. She has high hopes of completing college and starting a new life as she moves away from her hometown with her best friend, Ivy Adams. Her last boyfriend ruined any chance of her trusting ever again. Talon Walker is the dark and intriguing drummer for the up and coming band ‘Rebel Walking’. A tragedy in his past has left him empty with no desire for a relationship. That is until he meets Eaven. One minute your heart is filled with love, the next your entire life comes crashing down. Everything can change in a heartbeat. Can Eaven and Talon overcome the obstacles in their way and find love?
Pepper Winters- Tears Of Tess

"My life was complete. Happy, content, everything neat and perfect. Then it all changed. I was sold." Tess Snow has everything she ever wanted: one more semester before a career in property development, a loving boyfriend, and a future dazzling bright with possibility. For their two year anniversary, Brax surprises Tess with a romantic trip to Mexico. Sandy beaches, delicious cocktails, and soul-connecting sex set the mood for a wonderful holiday. With a full heart, and looking forward to a passion filled week, Tess is on top of the world. But lusty paradise is shattered. Kidnapped. Drugged. Stolen. Tess is forced into a world full of darkness and terror. Captive and alone with no savior, no lover, no faith, no future, Tess evolves from terrified girl to fierce fighter. But no matter her strength, it can't save her from the horror of being sold. Can Brax find Tess before she's broken and ruined, or will Tess's new owner change her life forever? A New Adult Dark Contemporary Romance, not suitable for people sensitive to grief, slavery, and hard to read subjects. A story about finding love in the strangest of places, a will of iron that grows from necessity, and forgiveness that may not be enough.
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Wicked by Jennifer L. Armentrout - COVER REVEAL

Holy cow, y'all! We are so excited to bring you the Cover Reveal for Jennifer L. Armentrout's WICKED! WICKED is a New Adult Paranormal Romance and is a part of Jennifer L. Armentrout’s Wicked Trilogy. It is being released on December 8th, 2014. So make sure you pre-order it today!!


WICKED Synopsis: Things are about to get Wicked in New Orleans. Twenty-two year old Ivy Morgan isn’t your average college student. She, and others like her, know humans aren’t the only thing trolling the French Quarter for fun... and for food. Her duty to the Order is her life. After all, four years ago, she lost everything at the hands of the creatures she’d sworn to hunt, tearing her world and her heart apart. Ren Owens is the last person Ivy expected to enter her rigidly controlled life. He’s six feet and three inches of temptation and swoon-inducing charm. With forest-green eyes and a smile that’s surely left a stream of broken hearts in its wake, he has an uncanny, almost unnatural ability to make her yearn for everything he has to offer. But letting him in is as dangerous as hunting the cold-blooded killers stalking the streets. Losing the boy she loved once before had nearly destroyed her, but the sparking tension that grows between them becomes impossible for Ivy to deny. Deep down, she wants... she needs more than what her duty demands of her, what her past has shaped for her. But as Ivy grows closer to Ren, she realizes she’s not the only one carrying secrets that could shatter the frail bond between them. There’s something he’s not telling her, and one thing is for certain. She’s no longer sure what is more dangerous to her—the ancient beings threatening to take over the town or the man demanding to lay claim to her heart and her soul.

  About Jennifer L. Armentrout: # 1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki. Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories....which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV. She also writes adult and New Adult romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.  

Sunday, 17 August 2014

Dont Look Back by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Don't Look Back - by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Official Blurb:

Samantha is a stranger in her own life. Until the night she disappeared with her best friend, Cassie, everyone said Sam had it all-popularity, wealth, and a dream boyfriend. 

Sam has resurfaced, but she has no recollection of who she was or what happened to her that night. As she tries to piece together her life from before, she realizes it's one she no longer wants any part of. The old Sam took "mean girl" to a whole new level, and it's clear she and Cassie were more like best enemies. Sam is pretty sure that losing her memories is like winning the lottery. She's getting a second chance at being a better daughter, sister, and friend, and she's falling hard for Carson Ortiz, a boy who has always looked out for her-even if the old Sam treated him like trash.

But Cassie is still missing, and the facts about what happened to her that night isn't just buried deep inside of Sam's memory-someone else knows, someone who wants to make sure Sam stays quiet. All Sam wants is the truth, and if she can unlock her clouded memories of that fateful night, she can finally move on, But what if not remembering is the only thing keeping Sam alive?

My Review:

To be honest, I was a little reluctant to start this book just because it didn't look like "my" kind of thing. Well let me tell you, I am not going to let what's "my" thing hold me back anymore, cause this book was frigging amazing!

I started reading this book on camp - I had downloaded it to my phone and I didn't have my other book on me so I decided to give it a shot, and within a few chapters I was hooked. On the way home from camp I ditched my other book to read this, and was so enraptured that I totally lost track of where I was and forgot to text my mum to come pick me up until my destination was in sight. Oops.

Things I loved about this book (in absolutely no order whatsoever):

1. The Writing:Jen (yes i call her Jen, cause we sah close brah) is an amazing author and reading another one of her books felt like coming home. The witty banter, engaging characters and all rounded amazingness exudes from every one of her books. No matter the different themes, different characters, different styles, different everything the writing is always amazing and just traps you. 

2. The Story Line:I have a thing against outlining the plot because I don't really read plots. Or I do when I download or buy a book and then after that forget about it totally - it makes for a nice surprise when you read the book. But if you're here you've probably read the book or the plot - so you know that it's a mystery, that there's something you don't know. And that wanting to know is so strong. At first you're a little bit like "eh, I know some of her past I just want to see what she becomes" but as you keep going you so want to know that the desire to skip ahead is such a temptation. It's like a murder mystery "*gasp* it was the maid!" (it wasn't the maid...)

3. The Characters and their Relationships:I swear, I need Jen's secret. How does she have an endless supply of different original, amazing characters? How does she create different relationships that are still so ideal and amazing and....gah! But seriously, I want the relationship that was a main feature of this book. I want a relationship where we are so open and brutally honest, where we can literally say anything without fear of offence. Where we can be just so....argh just read it and then talk to me!

There's about a bazillion more things that I could say about this book but life is going on around me and I have no more time to write this review, but everything about this book is incredible. As always, Jen has created a masterpiece beyond belief that I am so thankful to have read.

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~ Jenna ~

Wednesday, 4 June 2014

Of Poseidon (The Syrena Legacy #1) by Anna Banks

Of Poseidon (The Syrena Legacy #1) - by Anna Banks

Official Blurb:

Galen is the prince of the Syrena, sent to land to find a girl he's heard can communicate with fish. Emma is on vacation at the beach. When she runs into Galen—literally, ouch!—both teens sense a connection. But it will take several encounters, including a deadly one with a shark, for Galen to be convinced of Emma's gifts. Now, if he can only convince Emma that she holds the key to his kingdom...

Told from both Emma and Galen's points of view, here is a fish-out-of-water story that sparkles with intrigue, humor, and waves of romance

My Review:

I have a little bit of a thing for mermaids and mermen but somehow YA fiction doesn't tend to do them justice...except this book does. SO much. To be honet, I didn't entirely know what to expect with this book - I just got a text one day, saying: ya have to read of poseidon and i'm like: wahhhh? so i'm ready to text back when I get: it's AMAZING! So, now I'm intrigued, right? Except that said friend refuses to text me back at such an instance so I just put it on my mental to-read list (which is LOOONG)

So there I am walking through my book store when I see none other than this book and so, on recommendation from my friend, I pick it up and open to page one. I didn't put it down after that. I had the book, a copy on my phone and one on my computer and one on my kindle so that, no matter where I was, I could read it. And I swear on all that is holy that right now it is taking all of my self control to remain here and not run to the bookstore to buy the second one. Or, more likely, turn on my kindle to see if the second one has downloaded yet.

So, now that I've gotten you all hyped and told you that there's mer-people in this book, you're probably wondering why this book is so amazing. Why, you asked? Well, that's a very good question.

1. Fast paced
To be quite honest, I was surprised when I finished the book because I felt like more needed to happen and, 300 odd pages should be enough to have tons of action, right? I'm not really sure anymore. I didn't manage to contain my urge to skip to the last page (oops, silly me) and yet I still polished it off in a couple hours. It just had me hooked and, sometimes, that's all you need.

2. The characters
I kind of felt like each different character represented different aspects of human nature, with a little bit of cross over of course. Being an english student sometimes ruins my life, but in this case it's led me to read this book with a little bit of a critical eye and an open mind - it's led me to look at how each character could be a representation of me and/or of humans in general and just the way that each character is developed and presented in each chapter is enough to have me feeling that each character is truly human and a representation of a part of me or at least someone I know

3. Banks' creation
I guess the entire book is Banks' creation, eh? No, but what I'm talking about here is specifically the creatures and the world that Banks has given to us, and how it contrasts with other creations that were based on similar situations. Just the complexity of the history of an entire species and the depth of thought that goes into every single part of this work is evident and SO amazing - something I, and other authors, strive to do.

4. The Writing
Told from dual points of view and dual persons (that's a word, right), this book really interested me through the way it was written. Told in both first person and third person occasionally gets confusing and yet Banks has managed to expertly manipulate this complex style to reveal a depth of plot, character and intellect not commonly found in literature today, let alone in a debut novel!

So yeah, in case you haven't realised this book caught me hook, line and sinker and as I type this I lament the fact that I don't make enough allowance to buy books two and three in paperback. *sigh* I guess an online version is better than nothing!

Fare the well, my friends, and keep reading! Let me know your thoughts!!

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~ Jenna ~

Monday, 26 May 2014


Hey guys!

Hope you've had an AMAZING year so far full of lollipops and chocolate and unicorns and BOOKS! I know I have(n't) but that's a story for another day!

SO...sorry for my extended absence *cough*school*cough*life*cough* but i'm back!!! Woo hopefully I'll have time to write and POST soon but life is tough right now so, instead, i have a compromise!! I'd like to welcome my good friend Alexa! She writes AMAZING reviews and has a bit of a different taste in books to me and writes different reviews so yay for adding diversity!! I know you'll be nothing less than welcoming so yeah!

Actually, this is all I have time to write because right now i'm supposed to be writing an assignment which i haven't done yet *oops* but I promise that tonight imma be getting my review on *woop woop*

SO in the mean time, here's a nice, warm welcome to Alexa!! Round of applause everyone!

~ Jenna ~

Monday, 27 January 2014

Of Beast and Beauty by Stacey Jay

Of Beast and Beauty - by Stacey Jay
Official Blurb:

In the beginning was the darkness, and in the darkness was a girl, and in the girl was a secret...

In the domed city of Yuan, the blind Princess Isra, a Smooth Skin, is raised to be a human sacrifice whose death will ensure her city’s vitality. In the desert outside Yuan, Gem, a mutant beast, fights to save his people, the Monstrous, from starvation. Neither dreams that together, they could return balance to both their worlds.

Isra wants to help the city’s Banished people, second-class citizens despised for possessing Monstrous traits. But after she enlists the aid of her prisoner, Gem, who has been captured while trying to steal Yuan’s enchanted roses, she begins to care for him, and to question everything she has been brought up to believe.

As secrets are revealed and Isra’s sight, which vanished during her childhood, returned, Isra will have to choose between duty to her people and the beast she has come to love.

My Review:

This book took me an embarrassingly long time to read, and I really have no excuse for that except maybe that I wanted this book to last as long as possible. I read it on recommendation from a friend who hadn't finished it yet and my god you could tell by the end of the prologue that this book was going to be amazing. It didn't let it's legacy down.

As you may have guessed from the title, this book is a spin on the classic tale Beauty and the Beast however in this version of the story the Beast is being held captive by the Beauty. The more I write this review the more similarities I find between this story an the original Disney movie I know so well, but when you're reading the book it really doesn't seem that way.

I'm not going to tell you the plot line because that's what the blurb's for but I am just so in love with this story. Everything that happened I somehow found so inspirational and I've seriously come out of reading that book with a ton of new life motto's and such. It was just...GAH!

And GEMSRA!!!!!!!!!!!! *dreamy sigh* It's so beautiful. Every single moment in this book had me sitting on edge and yet at the same time had me sitting back in my seat and thinking about what had just been said or done or thought. I cried in this book. A lot. Especially in the last chapter. Not all of my crying was bad crying, though! I promise! The story line was so well thought out and the whole universe and it's backstory were so original and captivating! The ideas of deception which are evident in every aspect of this story say so much and have taught me so much!

Do you know when you're casually searching the internet for something and up pops one of those people starving in Africa? And for a moment you think: jeez, I've got so much and they have so little, I should be happy with what I have? Well, this book taught me that's not true. Like of course we should feel sad but we each have our own challenges. For us, living like that might be really, really hard but for them it's all they've know. For us, a challenge might be standing up to our parents or fighting to be who we want to be. It's a different kind of challenge but all that matters is that it's a challenge for us because every body's different and will have different challenges.

Isra taught me so, so, so, so much and I can't even begin to tell you what else she taught me except to tell you to read the book. As I think back on it I know that it might not be a book I re-read again and again and again for the story, but it's one I will refer to when my life gets tough and I need the strength to continue.

This book is amazing and I love it so much - but a word of warning. You only get out of a book what you put into it. If you start reading with the idea that it'll be a nice little story that you'll forget a month from now, then you will. Go into it thinking 'what can I learn from this? How can I grow from this?' and I promise you'll learn a lot! Let me know if you've read this and we can talk!! :)

Tuesday, 7 January 2014

Wide Open by Shelly Crane BLOG TOUR AND GIVEAWAY!

Hey guys - so first post of 2014 (or, as I've come to call it - 201Tobias)! I'm so ready to get this blog out there this year and looking forward to sharing more of my reviews with you as well as making friends with more authors!!

So - Wide Open. Here's what Ms. Crane has to say about it...

 Milo is trouble. 

He lives it, breathes it. He embraces anything that numbs and takes his mind somewhere else, a world where his mother is herself and not just a shell, and his brother didn't almost kill her, severing any relationship they had. But more importantly, Milo drowns out the guilt for leaving his mother and not being able to forgive his brother. He drowns his pride and moves on to another girl and another party, pretending that life isn't moving on around him and he's stuck in the same place. He's stuck in the past and doesn't know how to let go.

Maya is trouble.

She's done the party scene and has had her fair share of close calls and handcuffs. Not the kinky kind. She's so over it all and fought like hell for that life to let go so she could move on. She now works as a teen counselor. Her life is better, but her life is empty. She has no one but her brother in the whole world left and he's sick with a disease that no medicine can cure. 

When they meet, a romance that scares them both emerges, but the love you fight for is the love that can mend bridges, heal scars, and open closed hearts. They'll need each other, they'll want each other, they'll have each other. 

But will it all come too late?

Now, here's what I have to say about this little gem!!

My Review:

Shelly, Shelly, Shelly...I don't know what I'm supposed to do with you. My pillow is currently soaked in tears and it's 2am. Holding back my sobs from waking up my family is...really hard. It's such a bittersweet tale AHHH.

Okay I came into this book knowing Mason and Emma's story, and from that expecting Milo to act in a certain way, but he didn't really. I don't know he's become his own character, totally separate from Mason and yet totally connected at the same time. He's his own character with his own story and except for when Mason appears there's really no connection. Ugh I'm not explaining this well.

This story was so heart warming and inspirational. It's about a personal struggle and how to overcome that. This book has also taught me the difference between YA and NA - NA involves more adult themes, not more sex *blush*. This book talked about a drug addiction and alcoholics and didn't sugar coat anything. It's amazing and gave me a view into the perceptions of some people that I might never seen that way before.

If you're scared of issues...don't read this. It discusses cancer, alcohol abuse, drug smuggling circles, narcotics, death and more. If you're looking for the sweetest guy ever known to man...this is your book. If you're looking for two people who are buried deep in their past that is full of issues but find solace in yourself...this is your book.

I admire Maya so much - she's one of the strongest female characters I know. Not because she can kick butt and isn't afraid of her enemies, but for the exact opposite. She faces her enemy EVERY. DAY. and is scared of it. Yet she keeps going and she faces other peoples enemies as well as her own. And she feels so much. She hasn't shut herself down or anything and everyday she finds the will to get up and keep going even when life is at it's worth and it might be better to just stay up. I just can't even explain how brave and strong and amazing she is. Ugh.

As per normal, I'm not going to tell you the blurb. If you want it, look up. What I will tell you is to have your feels tissue box near you, your punching pillow on your lap and your boyfriend (pillow) next to you. Yeah, I went there. Just, be prepared for a gorgeous, heart-wrenching story that will forever change your life. I can't even...I can't even tell you. Just, read it. READ IT! GAH.

Excerpt and Teaser Pics:

Chapter One:


       My mouth tasted like vomit. That wasn't unusual. The arm creeping over my middle wasn't unusual either nor the way I felt completely repulsed and sick. I worked so hard, drinking, doing any drug that I could get my hands on, sleeping with any girl that looked in my direction and didn't slap me for my foul mouth as I told her all the things I wanted to do to her. Slurred, really.
       I knew it wouldn't be long until Mason was there to pick me up. The small get-togethers, he wouldn't get wind of, but the big ones, he always came and tried to save me. It had been about a month since I'd seen him. He just didn't get it. I didn't want to be saved.
       At least, not at first.
       I hated him. I hated him with every fiber of my being for what he did to Mom. I couldn't stand to look at him let alone live with the bastard. So I started going out all the time just to get away from him, only seeing Mom during the day when I skipped school and Mason was at work.
       But she never remembered me the right way, so it was pointless to keep seeing her. I just tortured myself by staying there and I wouldn't feel guilty for leaving. Finally, I spent so much time away that it felt like I didn't live there anyway and stopped going home.
       Mason texted me so much that I eventually just tossed my cell out of the window of my friend's car one night. They laughed and laughed, whooping and telling me how free I was. We smoked enough dope to chill for the next day and a half. I never went back to school after that. I never went back home either.  Why would I? No one understood me, no one really cared about me. They all just wanted me to 'make something of myself'.
       But how can you do that when you don't even know the parts that make you up, the parts that make you you, the parts that piece together and make you feel whole. I hadn't felt whole in a really long time. I felt older than I was. I may be a seventeen year old, but inside I felt like I was fifty.
       The girl next to me groaned and dug her nails into my side just a little. "What time is it?" her raspy voice breathed against my shoulder.
       I leaned over the side of the bed and lifted my phone from my pants pocket. My new cell was dead. "Don't know. Does it matter?"
       "I have to work tomorrow." She yawned and stretched.
       I started to get up, but she grabbed my arm. I winced at the burn on the inside of my elbow. I looked down at it, seeing the bruising from the needles under her finger tips.
       "I'm outta here." I shook her hand off.
       "Wait. Why so eager to get away?" She rolled over on her stomach, her naked behind peeking out from the sheet, her feet swinging back and forth in the air. "You weren't so eager to leave earlier."
       I scoffed. "Passing out and wanting to stay are not the same thing."
       "Sometimes they are. Sometimes it just doesn't matter." She watched as I zipped my jeans, commando. "I'll cook you breakfast," she bribed.
       I paused. I couldn't even remember the last time I'd eaten. I was so thin that I had to belt my pants to keep them up. I always crashed wherever I was or with a friend, ate whatever came my way, but sometimes it didn't come very often. For all intents and purposes, I was homeless, but had yet to sleep outside.
       At her mention of food, my stomach decided to throw a fit. "What do you want for it?"
       "Got any blow?"
       I reached into my pocket and pulled out the little baggie. "Some."
       "Split it with me," she said, biting her lip and sitting to let the sheet fall away. I stared at her chest since she was offering the view. She slithered up to me, unzipping my pants as she pressed her lips to my ear and said, "Come back to bed for a while, we'll hit the blow, and after, I'll make you some eggs."
       "Why do you want me to stay?" I asked, not really caring, but wondering why she was offering me more sex and breakfast.
       "Because," she pushed my pants down my hips, "my parents will be gone 'til tomorrow morning and there's nothing better than sex after a hit."
       I watched as she took the baggie from me with her fake nails. She leaned forward and kissed my cheek before dipping her pinkie nail in and sniffing the little she took up her nose. She put her finger back in the bag and I took it, rubbing what was left of the powder on my gums.
       Normally, I would have bolted, but I didn't have anywhere else to go anyway. The promise of food was almost as satisfying as the sex I was about to have.
       She set up the lines and after we did them, one after the other, she pushed me down on the bed and straddled me. I rolled with the drugged ecstasy that crawled slowly through my veins as she groaned and moaned on top of me.
       And that was how Mason found me.
       The door opened and my head fuzzed over as I turned to look at him. His eyes locked on mine before he turned away, but not before I saw the disgust on his face. I gripped the girls hips to make her stop since someone coming into the room wasn't a clear enough cue for her. I pushed her off onto the bed and sat up, scooting to the edge.
       I stared at his back in the doorframe. "Leave. I don't need you here."
       "You do, Milo," he said before turning. He looked and he saw all there was left of me. I suddenly felt like I was wide open for him to see it all, for him to see all the rot and gore inside me. He shook his head, his eyes searching my face. "God, help me. You do need me."
       I scowled. "No, I-"
       "Milo…when's the last time you ate something?" He rubbed his hair. I noticed how good he looked. He looked like he'd gained some weight, the good kind. His arms and torso were bigger, new tattoos peeking out from his shirt sleeves. I realized it had been weeks since I'd seen him.
       I stood and yanked my jeans on, spitting my words, hating how good he looked, knowing that he was happy with that girl that I'd seen before. "None of your fu-"
       "Milo!" he scolded, just as a hand crawled around his arm. The girl - his girl - looked around him, the sympathy pouring off her in droves as she looked at me. He touched her arm, his fingers caressing, smoothing. He looked back at me. "Don't use that filthy mouth with Emma here."
       She gulped as she looked at me. Her eyes lingered on my stomach before she looked up at my face. She smiled, just barely. "I've got some hot coffee in the car if you like mocha," she offered.
       He looked at her again as she came to his side. They barely fit in the doorframe together. He circled her waist with his arm, looking strung out and guilty. It angered me that he felt like he deserved her or anything else that would make him happy. "Trying to lure me out with hot coffee," I mused angrily. "Wow, Mason. Getting the girl to do your dirty work for you."
       "Milo," he snapped.
       "It's my coffee," she smoothed over, "but you're welcome to it. I haven't drank any yet."
       She rubbed his chest and he sighed. He looked at me again, renewed determination in his eyes. "Let us take you to get some food at least. Anything you want."
       "No." I searched for my shirt and tugged it on roughly. I realized it was inside-out too late, but left it. I didn't care.
       "Come on, Milo. You can still hate me, but do it while you're eating something." I gave him a droll look. "Milo…you look like hell, bro."
       "Aw, thanks," I sneered.
       "I'm serious," he said quietly. "Please, Milo."
       He begged me. He had never begged before, just ordered me around, dragging me to my room, and then I'd sneak out before he woke up. He'd never tried to feed me before.
       "Come with us, Milo," his girl asked. "There's an omelet place five minutes from here that's pretty amazing."
       I gritted my teeth. I didn't want his charity. As if she read my mind his girl said, "I'm buying."
       She smiled and tilted her head. I sighed, sticking my dirty-socked feet inside my boots without tying them. "Whatever. I eat, then I'm out." I looked over at them and glared. "Don't try to stop me from leaving."
       "We won't," she insisted. She rubbed Mason's arm and looked up at him sadly. She looked as if she were about to cry. I had no idea why. It couldn't be for me. I didn't even know this chick.
       I lead the way from the room. The girl I'd left on the bed yelled something at us. I could tell she was mad, not understanding what was going on, but I just kept walking. I was pissed, really, because she had gotten my last hit and I hadn't gotten off before Mason interrupted us.
       Mason's car wasn't parked on the street. I looked for it, but blondie passed me and went to a big truck in the driveway. He got a new truck? How the heck did he have money for that?
       I didn't say a word as I climbed into the backseat. She handed me the coffee and I snatched it from her hands, tossing the lid off, and gulping it down. It burned my tongue and lips, but my fogged brain was past the point of caring or stopping. As I finished it, I watched as she scooted all the way over to press against his side. They whispered things back and forth that I couldn't hear. The drive was short. Blondie had been right about that. We piled into a booth in the back, them on one side and me on the other, and I didn't even pick up the menu.
       It pissed me off just smelling the food. My stomach growled so loud and hard it hurt. I was cold and rubbed my neck. When the waitress came, I ordered a root beer and a western omelet with cheese and hashbrowns. Mason ordered the same and the girl got waffles.
       Before an awkward silence could settle in, she started talking. "I'm Emma, by the way." She smiled. I stared at their intertwined hands on the tabletop. Mason had never had a girlfriend before, really. He wasn't the touchy-feely type either. I was oddly fascinated at the way his thumb ran over her knuckles, over and over.
       "Hi, Emma," I spouted sarcastically and let my gaze settle on her face instead.
       She was one of those girls who was gorgeous by design and didn't even have to try. Her eyes, her nose, her cheeks. They all seemed to fit so perfectly. Her lips - they were Mason's favorite thing, other than her legs, which I knew were his absolute favorite. He'd always been a legs man. And she had some nice twigs on her, from what I'd seen. I settled my eyes lower on the barely-there sliver of cleavage that peeked from her top.
       It was the first time I'd seen a girl blush in what felt like years. The girls I kept company with didn't blush. They were beyond that point, beyond the level that allowed them to feel embarrassed about sexual things. They'd done it all.
       This girl… I shook my head and smirked at Mason. "Not sampled the goods yet, brother? She's mighty skittish."
       "Shut your face, Milo," he stood and growled.
       I was actually taken aback a little. This was as worked up as I'd ever seen him. And over a girl of all things? Holy crap. He was in love with this chick. I felt my hatred soften a little before snapping it back in place. I rubbed my neck again on that itchy, cold spot.
       "Whoa, Nelly," I joked. "Calm the eff down. It was just an observation."
       I laughed. It sounded strange even to my ears. It sounded like a sick person's laugh. I glanced at Emma and actually felt a little bad at the embarrassed way she tucked her hair behind her ears. I squinted. Was there a story there that I didn't know?
       "I'm Milo," I mocked. "Nice to meet you, princess."
       "We've met before and you know it," she countered easily.
       "Yeah," I muttered and rubbed my cold neck. "I remember. You held my hair back as I puked." I laughed condescendingly.
       "Basically." She smiled, not falling for my ploys to piss her off. "You're welcome, by the way."
        I didn't respond to the beauty queen. I just pointlessly stirred my root beer. She was beautiful to the point of distraction, sweet and annoying all wrapped up in one, and I could tell that she had my brother wrapped around her finger whether she knew it or not.
       And it pissed me off. Mason shouldn't be so freaking happy.
       And he was, I could tell. He watched her when she wasn't looking. His entire presence shifted when she did. The waitress brought our food soon thankfully, and just as I was taking a bite, I saw the ring on Emma's finger.
       "You're getting married?" I heard my gravelly voice say.
       Emma pulled her hands off the table into her lap, as if unsure if I was supposed to know that. Mason lifted his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, kissing her temple. It shocked the hell out of me how much I wanted to be happy for him.
       "Yeah," he said low. "I asked Emma to marry me."
       I didn’t ask when or how. I didn’t care.
       "And she said yes," he continued harder.
       "That's great," I spouted sarcastically with a mouthful of food.
       "And mom's doing fine, too, by the way."
       "I didn't ask," I growled and took another bite. I could see I was going to have to get out of here so the food-shoveling kicked up a notch.
       "She has a nurse that comes and helps take care of her. I work with her every day on her exercises, but she still can't walk. She and Emma get along great, too. Emma was one of my patients and lost her memory as well."
       I jerked my gaze up to the beauty queen. She was watching me with parted lips, her eyes practically begging me to give in to Mason and stop the feud. I wondered if she knew what Mason had done, how Mason had-
       Mason leaned forward and glared as he barked, "Don't look at her like that. And yes, I told her all about me. How I'm the devil that destroyed your life and Mamma's. How I killed my best friend." She gripped his arm, tugging on it and pleading with him to stop. "She knows it all."
       They stared at each other and I believed him that they had talked about it. It looked like they had talked about it plenty, in fact, but I could also tell that she kissed his boo-boos and made him think that it was all OK.
       But it wasn't.
       I chugged my root beer and grabbed both pieces of toast, wrapped them in a napkin and stuck them in my pocket, scooting down the bench seat. "I'm out here."
       "Will you just eat, Milo," Mason said in exasperation. "I'm not going to make you come home. Just eat."
       "You couldn't make me," I spat. I stood and leaned right in his face with my palms on the table. "Always trying to run my life. Good ol' Mason." I saw him flinch slightly at that. He stood, too, licking his lips angrily in an attempt to calm himself. "I hate you so much. You killed our mother."
       "Our mother is alive," he replied loudly.
       People in the restaurant were now privy to our conversation, but I went even louder. "What she is isn't alive! When she doesn't even remember me?"
       "She remembers you," he countered.
       "Not in the right way."
       "She remembers you in the most important way. In the only way that truly matters."
       "What could be worse than her not remembering me as I am?"
       "Not remembering you at all," Emma said, barely. She looked up, her eyes dark. "When I woke up from my coma, I didn't remember anyone. Not my parents, or my friends, even the guy I had been dating. I still don't." Mason sighed as if all of this was exhausting. "It could be worse, Milo. She could not remember you at all."
       "Doesn't matter," I steamed ahead, unwilling to let them deter me. "The fact is that you ruined my mom. It's pointless to even go see her because she won't remember that I've been there."
       "Doesn't matter," he spouted back at me. "Doesn't negate the fact that you should come see her."
       "Ooh," I mocked. "Using big words on little high school drop-out Milo. Whatever."
       I turned to go, scratching my cold neck and feeling the rawness of my skin begin to set in. He grabbed my arm and before I knew it, I was looking at Mason holding his jaw as he leaned back against the table. Emma fussed over the blood coming from his lip with insistent ministrations with a napkin. I hadn't even realized I hit him until my hand started to ache. The entire diner was watching us with these looks of disgust on their faces. Well, they were watching me.
        I shook out my fingers, wincing but not regretting it. I turned to go once more and heard Mason from behind me.      "I love you, bro." That stopped me in my tracks. I didn't turn around. "I love you and I know that you won't ever forgive me. It took me a long time to forgive me, too. I would still hate me if Emma hadn't come along and showed me that I couldn't blame myself forever. It was an accident, nothing but. I not only lost my best friend that day because he wouldn't listen to me and drove anyway, and my mom, the way she was, but I lost you, too. I take care of Mom; I became a physical therapist to take care of her. But you, I don't know what to do for you, Milo. I don't know how to help you. If you ever need anything or want to come home, the door's always wide open. Always. I love you, even if you can't love me back."
       I hated the fact that he made me want to turn around, to make-up and forget everything that happened.
       I hated him. I hated all he'd done. I hated how he tried to reconcile every time I saw him. And I hated that he was getting this great, perfect little life with a wife and kids.
       I didn't look back again as I weaved through the tables on my way out. He yelled my name and something about giving me some money. I should have taken it and would have had it been anyone else. But I didn't want his money.
       I walked for a long time to a friend's apartment over the Irish Mug bar. Not only would he let me crash, but more than likely he had some smoke he'd front me. After Mason's little haphazard intervention, I needed it. I crossed the street to the bar and heard the honking before seeing the bright lights. I raised my hand and saw the car screeching to a stop right in front of me. He cursed and honked. I flipped him off and kept walking across the road. I heard him peel away as I climbed the stairs on the side of the building for his apartment. The bar was hopping, the music was so loud I couldn't even hear my footsteps up the stairs.
       I knocked, but knew he couldn't hear me, so I tried the handle. When it turned, I pushed it open. He had called me a few times, but I never checked my messages. My phone was just a drug ferry basically. I never used it except for making a drug buy or find a friend's how to stay at because minutes cost too much for someone who never had money. I had odd jobs sometimes, but after you don't show up on time for a few days in a row, they can you. That was the only way I could buy minutes and buy weed on a regular basis. But usually, I floated until my next paycheck, whenever that may be, and some friends would front me some things if I didn't have the money.
       But I was a little behind right now and owed a few people. OK, a lot of people, and a lot of money. Even my friend I was going to see had threatened to cut me off if I didn't pay him something. I usually just avoided the ones I owed money to.
       I'd gotten into the other side of the business a couple times, but didn't sell much of it when I smoked it or snorted it instead. I had my foot broken once for not paying up when they realized the drugs were all gone and it was me who had used them.
       I still walked with a little limp because I couldn't go to the hospital without them calling Mason or my mom. So my friend put a makeshift cast on me and I practically dragged the thing for a few weeks.
       Nikko's place was dark and I couldn't hear anything but the noise below us. I turned the corner to find him on the couch, some girl on his lap. I turned around to keep her naked behind out of my sight. I heard him curse.
       "Milo! What the hell, man?"
       "Sorry, uh…" I peeked back, but it was still too soon and turned back around. "I wanted to see if I could crash here."
       "Damn it, Milo…" He kissed her, I heard the smacking, and told her he'd see her later, that he needed to take care of something. She walked by me and gave me a sullen look for ruining her night. I turned to find him pulling a black wife-beater on. "Dude, you can't just come in like that."
       "I knocked. The music's too loud." I stuffed my hands into my pockets. "Let me crash, OK?"
       "Milo." He shook his head. "You look like a heap of hell, man."
       "That's because I haven't had anything all day and my nosey brother wanted to flaunt his hot girlfriend in my face."
       He sighed. "There's nothing wrong with getting lit on the weekends and making a living off of selling, but're not just having fun anymore. You're hooked. You're hooked, messing with deals you shouldn't, and people are looking for you." He took a step forward, but looked at me sadly. "I tried to help you. I knew you had it rough at home, but…you can't stay here, man. Go."
       Oh. It wasn't sadness he had for me, it was pity.
       "Just for the night," I begged.
       "I can't." He gulped and leaned against the kitchen bar. "Mikey's looking for you. And…so is Roz. Go. Now."
       The curses piled in my head. I knew I owed him money, but for him to start actively looking for me wasn't good for my health.
       But I needed a place to stay and I needed…something, anything to make me stop shaking and scratching. It felt like ants were in my veins and he needed to give me something. "Fine," I bit out. "Just…float me a J."
       "You already owe me for ten joints, not to mention all the blow and nuggets I fronted you."
       He looked around, nervous as all get out. My brain was in a fog. I didn't care if I slept on a bench outside. My friends usually came through for me, but lately they seemed less eager to let me stay. So fine, he could throw me out as long as he gave me something to tie me over.
       "I'm good for it. My brother said he'd give me some money until I get back on my feet. I've got a job lined up starting next week," I lied. "It's just…been bad lately. I'm under so much stress."
       "Classic druggie line," he scoffed. "Get out, Milo. The longer you stay here, the worst you're making it for me." We heard a car door outside and he sucked in a breath. "Go, man, now!"
       I went to the window and peeked past the dingy blue curtain that the previous tenant had left and saw one of the guys who always set up my buys from Roz. I shook my head, backing away, and looked at him to help me. "Go out the back. And don't say I never did anything for you," he growled and went to the front door. "Go!"
       I ran, but as soon as I opened the back door, there was another guy there. "You got Roz's money?" he asked.
       I stalled and started the typical plea. "Well, I'll have it-"
       He didn't wait for anything else. His fist connected to my jaw and I heard the crunch, knowing it was hurt tomorrow, as I went down. He followed me and gripped my collar in his fist before slamming my cheek with his free fist. He beat on me for so long and hard all over that I blacked out. I came out of it a couple times, but it was so blurry and the haze of pain was thick. I could never grasp onto reality.
       No time passed at all for me. I closed my eyes and the next time I opened them, I was in a hospital bed. No one was there with me. It was a regular room, not the ER. I lifted my head to survey the damage and immediately regretted that hasty decision. My head hurt so badly, I thought I might black out again. I pushed with my elbows and made myself sit up. I touched my head to find a bandage, my eye was swollen, my lips all busted up, and my jaw was so sore, it hurt to even touch it, let alone try to open my mouth.
       I remembered being brought there, the cops, they asked questions…
       I had to get out of there.
       Right then, that was the only thing that truly mattered. I had rolled over on Roz. I owed so much money to so many people, but none of that mattered compared to the fact that I told the cops Roz's operating spots and their names and everything. He was going to kill me.
       I had no idea how long I'd been in the hospital and the lack of drugs made me way more lucid than the drug-induced stages I usually resided in. There wasn't any morphine in that drip because I hurt all over so badly, I thought I might vomit. The fact that they hadn't given me any morphine made me realize that they knew I was a…drug addict. There, OK, yes, if I didn't get drugs every day, I felt like I'd crawl out of my own skin. So, yes, I was addicted. And they knew it because they hadn't given me anything to help with the pain.
       And I knew I was in deep.
       It hit me all at once as I yanked the needle out of my arm how bad things had gotten. I'd ran myself into the ground. It had been way too long since I hadn't had anything in my system and my hands shook as I eased off the bed onto the floor. I tried to yank the hospital band off, but I was too weak. The name on the band read John Doe. So they didn't know who I was. I pulled on my jeans from the back under the bed. My body ached so bad all over, but I knew I had to get out of there.
       Once all my clothes were on, I peeked out the blinds to see an officer standing by my room. I cursed under my breath. That was probably the only reason the Roz hadn't come after me. But the cops wanted me for something, and I could guess it was for me to roll over on Roz. They didn't just guard anybody; only the people who they wanted something from.
       I pushed the food cart to slam into the bed and then jumped behind the door. When he opened it, like I knew he would, I waited until he came into the room. He cursed and moved forward, bending to look under the bed. I scooted behind him around the door and acted as normal as I could as I walked down the hall. I heard him on his radio as he said that the suspect was missing. Then he argued with them that he'd been by the door the whole time. I turned into the first stairwell I saw and took them as quickly as I could. I heard them coming from the lower floor and stopped. I could hear the crackle of a radio, so I jumped through the door with a peeling number four on it.
       It led to an alcove in the hall and I waited for them to go up as they passed. When it was quiet, I opened the door slowly and crept my way down the stairs, out of the hospital, and into the street.
       I didn't know where I was going, but I knew I had to get away. It was then that I knew I'd never see Mason or my mother again.
       I went to the highway, even though it was almost dark, stuck my thumb out and waited for someone to stop and take me away - give me a ride to anywhere but there.

Two Years Later


       I sat and looked at the envelope. It had the results of my GED exam. Finally, I was going to have a piece of paper that told me I had finished high school instead of just dropping out and being a runaway.
       I flipped it over and over in my fingers. It wasn't like this was an application into Harvard or anything. It was a GED, but it was my GED. It was all I had.
       "If you don't open that already, I'm going to stab you with my fork."
       I glared up at Joey playfully. "Shut it."
       Joey had been my friend for a long time now. It felt like forever, but had actually only been a little shy of two years. Joey worked at the shelter that I crawled into a few nights after I left the hospital. I hitchhiked for two days, sometimes with a ride, sometimes walking or sitting on the side of the road. I was starving, so weak I could barely walk, dehydrated except for a bottle of water a trucker gave me. They pulled me into the shelter at the church in some town.
       Joey was the one who made sure I got a bed in the shelter that night and for the next two months while I tried to straighten myself out. There were many bumps in the road. I still wasn't sure exactly how many days the hospital had kept me, because I hadn't know even what day it was when I went in, but the detox had begun then. I struggled with it, but had already gotten through some of the hard part. They made it clear that drugs would not be allowed in the shelter and anyone on drugs after the rules had been explained would be removed.
       To be completely honest, I fell hard off that wagon once or twice. I couldn't believe how hard it was. That first pill or sip or hit after days and days of not having anything was like pure ecstasy, my body betraying me and making me believe it was what I needed and wanted.
       But Joey came and got me from wherever I was, yelled and told me how I needed to get straight, snuck me back into the shelter and made me promise never to do it again. Finally, that promise stuck. It's been over a year since that wagon had caused any problems for me.