Author: Nashoda Rose
Series: Tear Asunder #3
Published by Self-Published
Release Date June 22, 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
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What started out as a deal quickly became a friendship that conquered monsters.
I killed, but I escaped hell.
Emotionless. Disconnected. Cold. A mannequin. It’s what I’d become in order to survive the years held in captivity. I was able to endure the abuse and devastating loss as long as I remained detached.
But he wouldn't let me.
Crisis, the bass guitarist in my brother’s rock band, Tear Asunder. He’s cocky, rude, a total man-whore. But the rock star has far more beneath the surface of his inked skin, and he’s determined to make me laugh again.
He made me a "deal", but really, it was blackmail.
His terms were simple. Until his playful honesty became the building blocks to something unexpected. Something strong enough to pull me from the eye of the storm.
Because even though I escaped years of abuse, it didn’t mean I was free.
Warning: Shattered by You contains dark elements. If you are uncomfortable with harsh language and/or disturbing scenes, then this book might not be for you. Trigger warning for drug use.
*Mature audiences only. Shattered by You is written as a standalone, however, it is recommended you read Book 1 and 2 in the Tear Asunder series.
Photo by Invicta Art Photography
Model: James Clippinger
Cover Art: Cover to Cover Designs
I walked down the hall, pulled the elastic band on my boxers and glanced at my hard throbbing cock. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, buddy.”
“Are you really talking to your cock?”
I let go of the elastic and it snapped hard on my abdomen. Haven wasn’t making coffee; she was coming up the stairs with an armful of clothes. Fuck, she looked hot, long blonde hair messy as if she’d tossed and turned in her sleep, and she had sleepy eyes—adorable.
“Yeah. He’s angry this morning.” I stood right in the middle of the top of the stairs so if she wanted to get by, she’d need to brush up against me. It was childish, but fuck, I was a guy.
Her brows lifted. “Why is he angry?”
I smirked, loving that she was down for a little play. “Placed an ‘out of order’ sign on him.” Her brows drew together and her eyes flicked to my tented boxers.
“Doesn’t look out of order.”
I laughed and couldn’t help myself as I stroked the back of my hand down her cheek. It took her by surprise and she swayed backwards. I grabbed her arm before she toppled down the stairs and pulled her up onto the landing next to me.
A white piece of clothing slipped from the pile she was holding and fell at her feet. I smirked when I realized what it was, and took great pleasure in helping her out since there was no way she could bend over and get it without everything falling from her grasp.
I let her go and crouched, picking up the white lace panties. I held them out and her nose twitched like a rabbit sensing danger. “I like white. Prefer pink though, for future notice. And lace I love.”
She was trapped because if she snatched them from my hand, she’d drop the clothes and if she didn’t then . . . I curled them up in my palm.
“They aren’t mine,” she blurted.
God, she was cute. “Darlin’ I know they are and I love that you’re denying it. Means you care.”
Now that raised a little heat in her cheeks and I liked it. Shit, I liked it a lot because when I left a few months back, that would’ve never happened and now that was twice. She was affected by me—good to know. “I don’t care.”
I shrugged then turned to head back to my room to hide my newly acquired treasure. I had no doubt she’d search for them the second I left the house. I looked back over my shoulder and caught her eyes staring at my butt; could’ve been my back, but unlikely. Really, it didn’t matter which. I was just impressed she was eyeing me up.
“You can look, but don’t touch,” I said.
Her mouth dropped open then snapped shut. I disappeared around the corner, then heard her stomping down the hall. Haven wasn’t a stomper. She was graceful, elegant and controlled. Too controlled. And that part of her was coming down.
While this started out a bit slow for me, more so because it had been a while since I’d read the previous books and needed a refresher, once we reached the halfway point, whew… Phenomenal! Most books I wouldn’t have stuck it out, but I absolutely adore this author’s writing and storytelling, so I knew the outcome would be worth it. I wasn’t wrong. While this book technically can be read as a standalone, I highly recommend reading it in the order it’s intended. Not only are there spoilers (major ones) for the previous titles, but I feel you NEED the back story to fully appreciate the current one. And besides, like I said, they are fantastic books. You won’t regret it!
This was what it was about. The feeling as if your heart beat right out of your chest and into theirs. Like you couldn’t take another breath without the,. As if everything inside united and there were no questions. No uncertainties.
Above anything else, I fell in love with their struggle. I fell in love with the way that even though it seemed as if Haven was sinking further and further, Crisis let her find her own way. He was a knight in shining armor who waited in the wings. The fact that he allowed her to pull herself from the dredges just solidified the strength in both of them, separately and together. This was something I don’t think I’ve ever seen in a book before. Usually they men go all alpha and take over the situation. And while he was there in spirit whenever she needed and certainly took steps to protect her, for the most part it was all Haven. Haven coming to terms with her past, Haven having the strength to face her truth and let others learn it as well, and Haven discovering that she was worth someone loving. Because she so was. I fell hard for both of these characters and when the story changed from Haven & Crisis to Haven & Vincent, well, I absolutely melted. I adore when our couple in a story finally pushes past the crap and accepts the inevitable connection. It’s breathtaking, it’s stunning, and this story blew my heart away.
“I broke and he slid inside and found me. But he didn’t take me. He waited until I took him. So yeah, I love him.”
This book was different from the other’s in the series as those had dark events happen during the course of the pages, while this one was after the fact. But I think that’s why it connected to me on such a deep level. It was all about the aftermath and recovering from years of abuse. It was about growing up even when you were well into adulthood. It was about coming to grips with the evil of the world yet accepting that there was still good out there. This is a slow burn book, but the flames are oh so delicious!
Sculpt is an illegal fighter.
He’s also the lead singer of a local rock band.
No one knows his real name.
And from the moment I met him, he made me forget mine.
In order to convince Sculpt to give me self-defense lessons, I had to follow his one rule—no complaining or he’d walk. I didn’t think it would be a problem. I could handle a few bruises. What I hadn’t anticipated was landing on my back with Sculpt on top of me and my entire body burning up for him.
I tried to ignore it.
I failed of course. And having a hot, tattooed badass on top of me week after week, acting completely immune to what he was doing to my body—it was frustrating as hell, so I broke his rule—I complained.
Then he kissed me.
Love is like an avalanche. It hits hard, fast and without mercy.
At least it did for me when Sculpt, the lead singer of the rock band Tear Asunder knocked me off my feet. Literally, because he’s also a fighter, illegally of course, and he taught me how to fight. He also taught me how to love and I fell hard for him. I mean the guy could do sweet, when he wasn’t doing bossy, and I like sweet.
Then it all shattered.
I was alone and fighting to survive.
When I heard Sculpt’s voice, I thought he was there to save me.
I was wrong.
Love is ugly and secrets will destroy you.
I don’t beg.
I don’t cry.
And I don’t give second chances.
Ream, the lead guitarist of the rock band Tear Asunder, deserves a gold medal for best dick move ever when he ran the moment he discovered my secret after two days of hot sex. Then he brings some chick to my coming home party from the hospital—after being shot.
I hate him.
Ream’s six foot two frame unfolds out of the car after being gone on tour for eight months. I stared. And in my defense, any girl would stare. It would almost be rude not to because Ream was the type of guy who stood out. Not because he was loud and obnoxious. No, it was because he was the complete opposite. Subtle and dangerously quiet. If he spoke, you’d better hope he liked you because otherwise you’d be falling at his feet begging for mercy. Except me … I don’t beg—ever.
But when our eyes locked, it was Ream’s steady confidence that had my nerves shooting off like jet sprinklers.
Ream told me he didn’t need a second chance because he was still working on his first.
Sex is ugly. It’s using someone for your own narcissistic pleasure. I did it, but hated it—until her. She was unfuckinexpected. Then I had to wreck our beginning with my screwed up past. I don’t deserve her, but I’m selfish and I’m taking her anyway. This is who I am and it’s too late to change me.