The Fearless Series: Book Two
Afraid To Fly
S.L. Jennings
Synopsis
I’d like to tell you that I’m ok.
That the meaningless sex with countless women has somehow numbed the
pain. That it’s deciphered the constant confusion in my head. Eased the self-hatred
that sinks into my gut every time I look in the mirror.
I’d like to tell you that time heals all wounds.
That we evolve and grow into well-adjusted, stable adults, set on a path to right
the world’s wrongs. That we are not our past…we are not our
pain.
I want to tell you all those things. Hell, I want to believe all those
things. But I’d be lying. I’m good at that. Living a lie is the only way I truly know how
But the day I saw her, I stopped surviving. I stopped existing. And for the first time
She brought me back to life. Set me free and sent my soul soaring. Made this
useless shell of a man feel like…something. Something whole and real
to survive.
in 24 years, I started living.
and good.
She saved me.
Although she believes I wasn’t even worth saving.
Excerpt
It was if my body had known what my soul needed to mend itself from the
verbal assault that had left me open and bleeding. Sex was that healing balm for me.
None of the dancers here were prostitutes, and I never paid to get laid. Ever.
They fucked me because they wanted me. And I fucked them because I needed them.
Contrary to popular belief, I didn’t stick my dick in just anything, and other
than Cherri, had only been intimate with two other girls there: Skylar, a hot
sophomore at UNC Charlotte, stripping her way through college, and Velvet, a
tattooed, purple-haired vixen from England who fucked like a porn star and cursed
Right now, I needed Velvet. If anyone could make me forget the last twenty
minutes, Raven’s razor-sharp words and myself, it was her.
My legs carried me inside, despite the numbness I felt. I didn’t want to be here,
but I needed to be. And once I had the soft silkiness and warmth of a woman’s skin
against me, I’d feel a helluva lot better. Luckily, Velvet was there for a day shift,
working the lunch crowd in her usual getup of velvet and chains. Today she wore a
cut-out thonged romper that left little to the imagination. And that was fine by me. I
“Hey love,” she smiled as I approached. Her lips were painted a deep, dark
eggplant purple that almost looked black. I’d have the color smeared all over me
I didn’t waste any time. I didn’t have it in me to go through the motions and
pretend I was here for anything other than sex. I leaned in close to her ear, letting
my lips brush her earlobe in that sensual way I knew would get her hot, and
whispered, “Back room in 10.” Then I quickly made my way to the bar to slam a shot
She was there when I arrived, lounging on a plush loveseat with her heeled
boots propped up on the arm. She looked at me with sin gleaming in her heavily
lined eyes and gave me a slow, Cheshire grin. “Someone’s awfully anxious
And this was exactly the place where I could find it.
It was an even trade.
like a sailor.
was tired of thinking anyway.
within the hour, most of it in places invisible to the public.
of tequila.
today.”
I was already loosening my tie as I stalked towards her and said, “Clothes off,
boots on and get on your knees.”
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The Fearless Series: Book One
I can’t remember the last time I felt completely safe. Security seemed more like
a luxury to me, reserved for those who were fortunate enough to have picture
perfect childhoods. For those who didn’t bear the ugly scars that keep me bound in
constant, debilitating fear. I’ve run from that fear my entire life. But when I met him,
He scared the hell out of me in a way that excited every fiber of my being. It
wasn’t the tattoos or the piercings. It wasn’t the warmth that seemed to radiate from
his frame and blanket me whenever he was near. It was just…him. The scary
beautiful man that threatened to alter 23 years of routine and rituals, and make me
My name is Kami and I am constantly afraid. And the thing that scares me the
“Don’t worry,” he smiled, pulling me into the hard warmth of his chest.
And just like that, Blaine had staked his claim on the untouched part of
me that no living soul had ever moved. He had captured every fear, every
reservation, and crushed them in the palm of his inked hand.
Fear Of Falling
S.L. Jennings
for once, I couldn’t run anymore.
face my crippling fear.
most is the very thing I want.
“I’ve got you. I’ll always catch you when you fall.”
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About the author
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S.L. Jennings is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of
contemporary and paranormal romance, reality TV junkie, obsessive coffee drinker
and collector of crazy.
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