Book Details
Title: Out of the Darkness (The Darkness Book 2)
Author: Simone Nicole
Release Date: October 18th
Blurb
She ruined me. The walls I’d built were for a reason, locking myself in my own personal prison was out of necessity. Now, with the rubble at my feet, I could do nothing but watch as she ripped my soul in two, taking the half she owned with her.
The need to settle down, to find that missing piece, for the all-consuming love, was never Drew’s plan. He’d spent the better part of a decade suppressing all memory of love, of life. He told himself he had the essentials; the impressive apartment, the successful club, the simple uncomplicated life he’d worked so hard to create. All he needed. Until Mia.
She entered his life like wildfire, burning through his world and destroying all pretences of simplicity, bringing out everything he’d fought to deny.
Longing. Warmth. Love.
She made him want it all but Amelia lived in the darkness. It had always been her constant, yet terrifying companion. A shadow she'd never been able to out run and one fateful night, it finally consumed her. Shattering both their worlds and burying them deeper in the dark.
Drew will stop at nothing to save her, for their happy ever after but, Mia isn’t the only one with demons … it’s a long way out of the darkness.
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No. 1
“Mia, ye’re being unreasonable.”
“I’m being unreasonable, how do you figure?”
“I’m no going to sit back and watch ye break yerself.”
“How stupid do you think I am, Drew?” She stops to look at me and I almost walk into her. “I’ve been looking after myself for years and I did just fine.” Until me? I almost say it aloud but swallow it down. “You have to stop coddling me.” She storms off again.
“Coddling ye? I dinnae coddle ye.” Do I? She turns the corner and I see the gym up ahead. Shite, I cannae force her. She’ll do herself an injury. “Mia, lets talk about this.”
“Your version of talking is talking me out of something.” She jogs across the road. “I need this, I need something normal.” Ah for fuck sake.
“Fine. I’m coming.” I was still in the gym gear I’d picked up at the club. I don't want to think about last night. I cannae… “Are ye punishing me for last night?” It comes out before I can stop it. Mia pauses in her tracks and for a heartbeat, I think she’s actually going to say yes. Instead, she shakes her head from side to side and pushes through the doors, running up the stairs. She’s lying? “Ye’re lying.”
She stops at the top of the stairs and I’m frozen in place, watching her shake. “Why?” Her voice cracks. “Because you left me, naked in your bed in the middle of the night? Without a word …” The pain in her voice guts me and I reach for her hand.
“Mia …”
She pulls her hand away and whisper shouts at me. “Don’t touch me.” With all the force of a punch to the face, it smarts just as much and she pushes through the gym door.
“Hi ya…uh oh. Lovers tiff?” Mia doesn’t stop, leaving me to sign us in. Jenny, the smarmy cow looks like she’s gloating.
“Naught a bout of makeup sex cannae fix.” Ah, you fucking eejit! Mia turns around and I’ve never seen a woman more pissed, she all but spits fire at me before storming off. It’s of wee consolation that Jenny looks like I told her Christmas was cancelled.
No. 2
~Drew~
I’ve been sitting across from my kitchen, with what started as a full bottle of whiskey, long past dripping wet, for the past three hours, twenty two minutes and thirty nine seconds. I counted. Watched the time on the microwave minuscule change every sixty seconds and the diluted sun light slowly fill the empty room. For every thought I had, I took a shot. The bottle has been empty for the last seventy eight minutes and nineteen seconds. The thoughts only ebbed, I should have grabbed a second bottle, but I couldn’t move, so I began to replace all thought with numbers. An endless array of numbers.
Three hours.
Twenty four minutes.
Eleven, twelve, thirteen—.
There’s a vibrating. No, a pounding. In my head? Oh aye, that’s been there for hours. This, this one is new, or maybe I'm just barking mad. I cannae tell—.
“Drew!” Jules? I'm hearing voices, that’s never a good sign. “Shit, you reckon he’s done something stupid?” Hmph.
“It is early, he might be sleep— Julian, put those bloody daggers away. You woke me up at the crack of dawn, he could be sleeping.” Georgia? I cannae be blootered after one bottle, can I?
“Sure G, of course. Did you go back to sleep after I told you Mia was gone?” Mia… the pain that was never truly gone, resurfaces full throttle. The intensity brings everything I’d tried for the past— bollocks, I’ve lost the numbers— some odd number of hours, to drown. The endless, agonising thoughts burning like acid, begin to churn in my stomach and the unmistakable feeling I’m going to puke bubbles to the surface again. Fuck.
I’ve been sitting across from my kitchen, with what started as a full bottle of whiskey, long past dripping wet, for the past three hours, twenty two minutes and thirty nine seconds. I counted. Watched the time on the microwave minuscule change every sixty seconds and the diluted sun light slowly fill the empty room. For every thought I had, I took a shot. The bottle has been empty for the last seventy eight minutes and nineteen seconds. The thoughts only ebbed, I should have grabbed a second bottle, but I couldn’t move, so I began to replace all thought with numbers. An endless array of numbers.
Three hours.
Twenty four minutes.
Eleven, twelve, thirteen—.
There’s a vibrating. No, a pounding. In my head? Oh aye, that’s been there for hours. This, this one is new, or maybe I'm just barking mad. I cannae tell—.
“Drew!” Jules? I'm hearing voices, that’s never a good sign. “Shit, you reckon he’s done something stupid?” Hmph.
“It is early, he might be sleep— Julian, put those bloody daggers away. You woke me up at the crack of dawn, he could be sleeping.” Georgia? I cannae be blootered after one bottle, can I?
“Sure G, of course. Did you go back to sleep after I told you Mia was gone?” Mia… the pain that was never truly gone, resurfaces full throttle. The intensity brings everything I’d tried for the past— bollocks, I’ve lost the numbers— some odd number of hours, to drown. The endless, agonising thoughts burning like acid, begin to churn in my stomach and the unmistakable feeling I’m going to puke bubbles to the surface again. Fuck.
No.3
~Drew~
I turn on the shower on full strength, the fog filling the room within seconds as I gingerly take off my jacket, discarding it on the tiled floor of my bathroom. I remove my shirt and tie, the fabric sticking to the cold sweat I’ve been harbouring for what feels like days. I kick of my shoes and socks, tossing my belt along with my trousers on the pile and step into the scorching heat.
The burn is instant, my skin turning pink with the force but the pain that should have greeted me is just a distant memory, I still feel naught. I start to scrub at my skin, harder and harder, trying to erase the numb deprecating feeling that's over taking me. Until every inch of my body looks raw but still I feel naught, just a vague memory of what should be there. I give up, again, and shut off the shower.
The silence that follows almost deafening but I continue to stand there, with no will to move. The fog has long gone and my body is covered with goose bumps when I finally bend to scoop up my discarded clothes. I entertain the idea of burning them, watching the flames engulf the rancid memories attached to them but I stop mid thought when my foot makes contact with a sharp edged card on the way out and my heart skips a beat, slowly starting to gain speed as the significance comes to the surface.
I turn on the shower on full strength, the fog filling the room within seconds as I gingerly take off my jacket, discarding it on the tiled floor of my bathroom. I remove my shirt and tie, the fabric sticking to the cold sweat I’ve been harbouring for what feels like days. I kick of my shoes and socks, tossing my belt along with my trousers on the pile and step into the scorching heat.
The burn is instant, my skin turning pink with the force but the pain that should have greeted me is just a distant memory, I still feel naught. I start to scrub at my skin, harder and harder, trying to erase the numb deprecating feeling that's over taking me. Until every inch of my body looks raw but still I feel naught, just a vague memory of what should be there. I give up, again, and shut off the shower.
The silence that follows almost deafening but I continue to stand there, with no will to move. The fog has long gone and my body is covered with goose bumps when I finally bend to scoop up my discarded clothes. I entertain the idea of burning them, watching the flames engulf the rancid memories attached to them but I stop mid thought when my foot makes contact with a sharp edged card on the way out and my heart skips a beat, slowly starting to gain speed as the significance comes to the surface.
Book 1
Ahead of the Darkness
It has been a long, long time since I’ve seen your little face, chérie. Not once did you visit. That really hurt; after all, it was thanks to you I was convicted. That’s not something you forget.
I thought it was time— a visit was due. Seeing as you wouldn’t come to me, I thought it only right I come to you. Sadly, you weren’t home, but your furry feline was more than accommodating . . .
I’ll be seeing you soon, mon chérie. I’ll always find you . . .
For six years, a letter has dictated Amelia’s future. She’s running from a past that refuses to stop, always trying to get one step ahead. Amelia is clever and resilient, and refuses to slip up.
Relying only on herself, she’ll be anything and anyone she needs to survive. But everyone slips up . . . eventually. You can’t always stay ahead of the darkness.
Author Bio
Self-confessed chocoholic and undiagnosed crazy person, Simone can be found climbing Himalayan mountaintops like a ninja, sky diving backwards and rubbing shoulders with billionaires. She is also full of crap, but can read backwards and upside down, the one plus of being dyslexic.
Simone loves all things Disney and alcoholic, and is rarely seen not reading, writing or wearing lipstick, usually of the red variety.
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