I’m a pawn, a piece of chattel, a toy–used and forgotten.
When you’re done with me, you can walk away with no regrets. That’s how my husband sees me. I try to be the best wife possible for him. After all, he took me on when no one else would. Now–he’s in debt and owes more money to the loan shark than we can possibly repay.
But, don’t worry, he’s come up with a solution, it’s just not one I was expecting.
…I’ve been TRADED.
“You sent her home with him, right?” My eyes dropped to my shoes and he growled. “Tell me you didn’t, Ashton. Tell me you didn’t take the girl in lieu of payment.” I lifted my chin and he got his answer. “Jesus, fuck.”
“I made him a deal,” I said. “I get Elena for three months, and he pays back half of what he owes.”
“Half? Are you crazy? Does she have a golden pussy or something? She must have. There must be a good reason for this . . . insanity.”
By this point my dad had rounded the table, grabbing handfuls of my shirt, pulling me flush against him, his face was millimeters from mine as he shouted his displeasure. My fists clenched at my sides. At six-one I was a big bastard but Dad was bigger. He could take me without breaking sweat. Even so, my voice was tight when I looked him straight in the eye and replied, “He abuses her, Dad,” the volume dropping slightly when I continued, “I don’t know to what extent but she won’t even look me in the fucking eyes when I talk to her. Can’t make a decision on her own. Swear to Christ, she jumped six fuckin’ feet in the air when I touched her hand. I have no intention of fucking her, but I couldn’t let her leave with him. If I shot him down and let Brock rough him up a little, imagine what that would have meant for her. You know.”
Understanding washed through his features and he lowered me to the ground, releasing my shirt from his grip, smoothing out the crumpled material. “She’s staying with you?”
“Yes.” I made the split-second decision to share my plan with him. “I’ve only got three months to repair what he broke. It’ll be tough but I’ll be damned if I don’t give it a try.
I was given this book for my honest review
Denial the definition is a statement saying that something is not true or unreal: a statement in which someone denies something. Acceptance the definition is the act of accepting something or someone: the quality or state of being accepted or acceptable. Taking these two words into perspective with Elena and Ashton is one that is a hard journey. Not just as one but as a couple the paths that each partakes is difficult yet sounding.
Ashton-sexy and hot
Elena-reserved, scared and pretty
Hard habits are hard to break when it comes to Elena and Ashton. Elena the woman that believes in nothing else but the way life has been forever with her the path that she took for so long what she thought was of happiness but as the path nears a fork in the road life begins to shine in ways she has not known. Will this woman begin to shine as the sun comes up each morning in bringing light to the world that surrounds her or will she be the darkness that has enveloped her for so long? Can Ashton be the beacon that holds heart on the rope and bring her to the future path she so richly deserves? This is their true journey.
To the author: The creation that you have written will be sure to stay with your readers for a long time to come. This read will become a beacon for some and an acceptance for others. Major kudos
Rebecca lives near the shore towns of New Jersey, with her husband and two kids. When she’s not writing she loves reading and watching SOA and TrueBlood.