 Some books you start reading and then put the book down to take care of dinner or laundry. But there are some books you start where you forget to eat and refuse to go to sleep until the story is done. Damaged Heart by SM Soto is like that. You have to find out what happens as she blends the past of her heroine with the present as she continues to push away the people in her life. BLURB: Happy ever after’s don’t exist for girls like me. For the past nine years, Samantha Paisley has been playing a tiresome game of back and forth with her longtime friend with benefits, Alex Clark. Growing up in a toxic environment, Samantha never learned how to love or how to be loved. So, when Alex tries to get closer to the fiery, foul-mouthed red-head, she cuts herself off from the only man she loves—not wanting to destroy the one stable relationship in her otherwise turbulent, troublesome life. But Alex will stop at nothing to have his woman by his side and in his bed, even if it’s the last thing he does. EXCERPT: Damage /damij/ verb Past tense: Damaged Past participle: Damaged 1. Inflict physical harm on (something) so as to impair its value, usefulness, or normal function. 2. Have a detrimental effect on. In one way or another, we are all products of our childhoods. Some children grow up with a silver spoon in their mouths while others are starving, praying for their next meal. Some children have the luxury of a proud environment, while others live in a poverty-riddled one. There are some of us in the world who were never destined to make it. We were doomed from the start. Whether it was a result of our upbringing, or lack thereof, we were never meant to become anything more than the bottom feeders—the kind of people others frown upon and pity. But the fucked-up part? We didn’t want this shit life. We were born into it. It was branded onto our skin. Embedded in our souls. We’re the tainted ones in this society, or at the very least, that’s what we’re all taught to believe. My actions are a direct result of my childhood. The toxicity running through my veins is a byproduct of what I had to endure as a child. I’m reckless. I’m toxic. I’m careless. I’m so fucking damaged. This isn’t a story about love and happily-ever-afters. This isn’t a story for the faint of heart. This isn’t even a story at all. My name is Samantha Paisley, and this is my life. Grab Your Copy Today! |
