Release Blitz for Cort—Unbreakable by Felice Stevens
Series: Man Up #4
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earlier brief conversations he’d mentioned being from Texas. “Were you really a
mouth. “Yep. I was a real cowboy. My daddy put me on a horse before I could
walk. Rode my first bull when I was sixteen and got two broken ribs when he
threw me. Mean fucker.” He snickered and took a drink.
was his boyish innocence. His type helped little old ladies across the street
and adopted abandoned puppies. I couldn’t imagine him angry, disillusioned, or
was outside of my small town.”
like Dallas or Houston?”
up inside like a vicious beast, eating away at me, and I did whatever I could
to soothe it. I’d become an expert at shoplifting from bodegas. The key was to
always buy something, even if only a candy bar. Then they rarely suspected you
had a bottle tucked into your underwear.
drank half of it down before he had a chance to sit. It spread through me, its
beautiful coldness numbing the throb of emptiness. I finished it off and set it
on the table. Cort had a strange expression on his face.
entire twenties in a haze of vodka, fueled by cocaine and uppers, spending my
trust fund as if the money was water. When the faucet turned off, the money
dried up, I’d had to replace the Ketel One with Budweiser and wean myself off
the drugs. Mostly.
but failing as I snatched the can from him. It went down even easier than the
first, and I knew I should stop and not guzzle it, but I couldn’t help myself.
Sitting here with Cort in this tiny apartment, eating a sandwich off a paper
plate, was a slap-in-the-face reminder of everything I’d lost. I needed this
little else in my stomach except that sandwich. I pushed aside the fear over
what Cort might expect for giving me a place to stay tonight. I knew he’d want
something. Everyone did. No one did anything for anyone out of the goodness of
next to me under Cort’s weight as he put a knee down to catch the almost empty
can before it fell to the floor. His hand touched mine, and it was warm. The
warmest thing to touch me in years.
guy. Stay away from me.” Then all went dark.
I have always been a romantic at heart. I believe that while life is tough, there is always a happy ending around the corner, my characters have to work for it, however. Like life in NYC, nothing comes easy and that includes love.I live in New York City with my husband and two children and hopefully soon a cat of my own. My day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass or two of red wine. I practice law but daydream of a time when I can sit by a beach somewhere and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there is bound to be a few bumps along the way, a Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.