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Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Release Day Blitz - In Spades by K. Pinson




*In Spades (Book #1 in the Mirrored Series) *

Avalynn has been running from her past
for a couple of years now....never very far…but extremely fast.


With an alcoholic father, a void of a mother, and a town full of gossip, she struggles
to find her place in the world.


The only thing that saved her from her own path of self-destruction was her beautiful little
sister, her miracle, Abby.

Desperately trying to save Abby she plots to take her away, yet the plan goes dangerously
astray…leaving Avalynn beaten and broken in what once was the hallway mirror in
her childhood home.

Abby is the only thing she cares about...until she meets him…

The man that can shatter her entire world with one glance.

Their relationship is roller coaster ride from start to finish. One that Avalynn
never wants to get off of, but she may not have a choice.

Her happily ever after is coming to a screeching halt yet again…
Prologue:

Prologue


Beginning of an end


I distinctively remember seeing my beaten, broken down reflection surrounding me. The memory of seeing my face conveyed in a jagged portrayal, no matter which direction that I looked. I can still feel the gripping chills that continuously racked my body as I lay in a crimson sea of my own blood. My skin was searing from the tiny cuts invading it. The blood, there was so much blood, running steadily down my body. The thick, red liquid was warming my skin. I thought quietly to myself how it was possible to feel anything warm, when my insides were so cold.
The voices were unwelcome noise in my now ringing ears, steadily growing louder and angrier. I could hear the crying, the screaming. I closed my eyes as they were beginning to burn. My left eye had begun to swell shut after receiving the repeated blows. I had no choice but to take advantage of the use of the right one, opening it slowly, working to get a look at my surroundings. I was trying to figure out how to make my next move. My vision was blurry. I could barely make out the figure progressively stalking towards me. I could smell him before I could even see his features. I was in trouble, big trouble. I hugged the floor with all of the energy I could muster, hoping to go unnoticed. He looked like the devil in the flesh, with eyes that glowed red; wasted, in every sense of the word. He was no longer the handsome charmer my mother had fallen in love with. No, that man was long gone, a pit of despair pulling him in. I cannot completely remember the entirety of his face. My mind was constantly trying to block memories of him out. All I can remember are shadows, sharp angles and those blood shot eyes. 
Sadly, his odor is what I remember most, a horrid mixture of stale vodka and peppermint schnapps. This scent had taken place in most of my childhood memories up until this point and it was a hard one to forget, as much as I’d tried. He laughed menacingly at my torn apart body. I flinched; I could not control any of my movements. Fear overtook me, gripping me hard and fast. In this moment, I prayed to be swallowed up whole by the floor.
Humiliated and broken to the world around me. The shards of glass that had once been our hallway mirror lay scattered around. I tried to get my left hand to follow the directions my brain was sending it, getting a grip on one of the broken pieces. I didn’t know what I was going to do with it, but it wasn‘t going to be pretty. Thoughts of suicide, murder and protection all rapidly flooded my mind. Unfortunately, I couldn’t do a damn thing. I dropped the shard just as quickly as I had picked it up. He still stood over me, unmoving. His cold, calculated voice repeating it’s all too familiar mantra. I would never forget the way the words rolled so easily off of his lips, disgust filling his face.
“Look at yourself, Avalynn.” He sneered at me, spitting as he spoke. 
He held a broken shard of glass up to my face, as close as humanly possible. The jagged edges cutting into his own skin, but he didn’t even realize how much of his blood was dripping down.
“I said….get a good look, Avalynn Wright. Get a good look at the pitiful human being that ruined my life! You were a mistake. That’s all you will ever be. I‘m so glad such a waste of space doesn‘t hold my last name. Won‘t continue my legacy. You are worthless. Don‘t you ever forget that.” He slurred the words into each other, a normal person wouldn’t have been able to understand him, but I could. I wasn’t a normal person; I’ve never been able to be one. 
He threw the broken shard on top of my now broken body and walked out of the room, leaving me to drown in the hurt alone. I would never ever forget his words or the truth lying behind his sunken in eyes. His opinion had always been one that I held at a high standard, even though it killed me in every sense of the word. I couldn’t shake it. 
As the numbness began to overtake my body and my mother’s screams had finally died out, I welcomed the darkness. I welcomed relief that my body and mind had felt. I was shutting down, becoming numb, like I had been for so many years before. I prayed for death. I could see the way out and I was going to take it. 
I only came back to this hell for her, my beautiful baby sister whom I never had a chance to know or meet. I had only made things worse for her, like I usually did when it came to him. I had felt a compulsion to save her; take her away from the childhood that I was running from. She was so strikingly beautiful. The last image that crossed my mind was those big blue eyes that matched mine perfectly. I remember her looking up at me from her crib, reaching out her tiny hand to me and I couldn’t get to her, I couldn’t save her. He had gotten to me first. 

I knew who he was. I had been stalking his
Facebook page for weeks. I wasn’t a huge social networking person and only had a couple of coworkers and Faith on my list. But I just couldn’t help myself. My mind was always drifting to other topics when I was around him. I was constantly tongue in cheek and could never get a grasp on my voice.
A hard slap to my butt slapped me out of my reverie.
“You’ll have to excuse my friend Avalynn, she’s a lightweight!” 
Faith just shook her head and smiled. She always knew exactly how to talk her way into or out of any situation. I extended my hand and literally felt a shock when our fingertips connected.
“Ouch!” l shouted. Shocked at my out loud reaction, I slammed a hand over my mouth.
A slow, rosy blush began to color my pale skin. Daxton laughed and I had never heard a more sensual sound.
“So, how about another shot, lightweight? You game?” He rose his eyebrows up at me in challenge. He slammed his hand on the bar. “Pour me another bartender and keep em' comin.” He then placed his hands over his heart. I was instantly smitten by his charm.
I poured all three of us patron shots and grabbed the lime and salt from the cabinet. I was going to prove to this arrogant asshole just how enticing I could be. I lifted myself up onto the bar, trying hard to focus on the task at hand and not fall face first at his feet. I poured some salt on my wrist, clutching the lime in between my fingers. I tipped the shot back, feeling the warm liquid rush down my throat. I sucked the lime, tossing the remnants at him and licked the salt off my wrist in the most seductive manner I could manage.
I climbed back down and looked over at him with my eyebrow up in challenge to mimic his move from earlier. It didn’t even faze him. Daxton winked at me and the liquor almost came rushing back up. I was going to have to watch this one, he screamed danger. He raised his shot glass to me in salute and slammed it back. A small droplet dribbled down his chin and I wanted to reach up with my tongue and lick it off. I’d have to stand on a stool to get to him though. Daxton was tall; I’d say about six feet, two inches. He rivaled my five foot, four inches stature. 
He was lean, but had extremely muscular arms and shoulders. I just knew there was a six-pack underneath those clothes. Daxton wore a tight fitting grey V-neck and low rise jeans. Black converse completed the look and boy was he delicious. Daxton had dark eyes that almost looked black and messy, thick bed hair colored a dark mocha shade. Bright, vibrant tattoos peeked out on his chest and upper arms, but I couldn’t quite get a grasp on what any of them were; I’d have to further investigate at a later point. We couldn’t have been more different as far as appearances went. I was the light and he was the shadow. My personality couldn’t be more different than my looks, though. I was not na├»ve to the workings of the world. I was not light.

I would be embarrassed to say half of what I was thinking of doing to that body out loud. As much as I hated to admit it, I knew where I wanted to end up by the end of this night and that was in this beautiful stranger’s bed. I wasn’t normally so daring, but I needed to live a little bit. I knew Abby was safe with Christina and that was my main concern. It had been far too long for me and my body was completely betraying my mind.