Dealing with the AFTERMATH of trauma and tragedy, can tear families apart and hurdle strangers together. Healing doesn’t mean the pain was never real, the damage never done, but can love be enough for the past to no longer control a persons future?
While vacationing in Panama, Hollywood's latest star meets an 'average girl next door' on the worst day of both of their lives, during a violent kidnapping where several innocent people die, including her husband.
In the midst of being assaulted, Emmylou gets a hold of a gun and becomes the unlikely hero, but the media spins it and gives the action star all the credit. Later, struggling to coop with the creepy people that try to take advantage of her sudden state as a widow and new single mom, Voss steps in and tries to help his now vulnerable hero, and along the way they become friends, who accidentally kiss...a lot. But, there is no way she would ever fit into his world of privilege and he doesn't fit in her life much better either...
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Excerpt;
'There were no words to describe the breathtakingly horrifying look of her. Tangled long, blond hair matted with blood stuck to her face. The whites of her big eyes contrasting against pale skin spattered in blood. Wearing only a bikini bottom, her breasts were covered in blood, a large gash to her upper eye and forehead streaming blood down to her waist.
But the hand she held the gun in was clean, dry and steady, raised at her shoulder height. An empty holster for a dive knife was strapped to her leg, the small blade grasped tight in the fist that stabilized the raised nine-millimeter Luger.
She took two shallow breaths and turned slowly to look over at Voss and his brothers for a quick second. She collected two guns off the dead gunmen and crossed the galley, quickly freeing Voss’s hands, leaving him the knife to take care of his brothers.
She said nothing.'
My chest hurt as an empty feeling rushed over me. My breathing picked up as I clutched my chest. It was painful but yet, oh so familiar. Black dots swam in my vision as my heart beat wildly. I closed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing. Panic attacks weren't uncommon for me. I'd had them ever since the accident. I felt the tears roll down my cheeks as my face heated. It was getting harder to breath. It felt like the walls were closing in around me, and the oxygen was being sucked out of the room.
"Iris! Calm down. You have to calm down," a voice sounded from a distance. It was too late; I was in full panic attack mode. My body shook as I sobbed in gasps. I felt hands on my arms but barely. I was too far-gone. The black dots increased as my breathing did. I'd done this too many times to know what was coming next. I hyperventilated until I passed out completely.
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After a traumatic event that led to her family's death, Iris moves with her Aunt to California to try and start over. Iris Morgan grew up a military brat. With her dad in the Marines, she grew accustomed to that lifestyle, until she was ripped from it. Now she has to be the new girl all over again. Only this time, she has to keep her PTSD in check as well as survive a high school full of teen celebrites, cute boys, and around the clock drama. All Iris has to do is survive two years until graduation, but what comes after graduation may prove to be more difficult than high school itself.