Standalone Dark Contemporary Romance
Some stories are a fairytale...but this isn't one.
Caelan Gregory’s life fell apart the night he went home and opened the door to find his whole family murdered. Since then, his life has held no meaning. He’s angry. He’s bitter. He’s barely human anymore. There’s nothing left to remind him of the straight A student, and football quarterback he once was…but he wasn’t a good person then, and he’s certainly not a good person now. He’s retreated into a world where all that exists is numbness and his passion for painting.
When Sutton Hale moves into the apartment across the hall from Caelan she’s not prepared for her reaction to him. Something in his broken blue eyes calls to her—after all she’s always had an irrational need to fix everything.
But Caelan doesn’t do relationships or feelings. He does drugs and alcohol. However, he can’t ignore his desire to get to know the raven-haired woman across the hall.
Two broken souls trying to mend one another.
But not everything can be fixed.
In the end, Caelan and Sutton will have to learn that there is beauty in the ashes.
Unedited and Subject To Change
I was beginning to see that there was no fixing Caelan. He had been far too damaged and his scars ran too deep. Mine did too. Only I didn’t show mine like he did. I didn’t lash out. Or drink. Or do drugs. But I hurt too. Couldn’t he see that I was just as broken and we needed each other? Why was he able to so easily ignore the powerful force entwining us together? “Get out!” He yelled, his hand whipping into the lamp on his bedside table. My eyes closed and I flinched as the plug was wrenched the outlet and the lamp went flying across the room, smashing on the floor with a crash. “Get the fuck out, Sutton!” My eyes flew open as he grasped my arms, his fingers digging in to the point that I felt bruises forming. He shook me forcefully, so that my teeth clanked together. He just kept shaking me and I felt like a rag doll clasped between his hands. “You’re hurting me!” I screamed. “Let me go!” I wiggled. “Caelan! Stop!” As quickly as he had grabbed me, his hands were gone. His mouth parted with shock. His fingers thrust through his hair as he stared at me. “I-I-” Words failed him. His Adam’s apple bobbed with a hard swallow as he backed away from me. “No, I couldn’t,” he whispered to himself and I had no clue what he meant. His eyes were haunted and he looked scared. I didn’t understand what he had to be afraid of. Shouldn’t I have been the one running and screaming? He’d assaulted me. He kept walking away from me until his feet touched the tiled floor of the bathroom. He slammed the door shut and I heard a crash. I could only assume he’d broken the mirror. I stood slowly, gathering my cat, my dignity, and my pride. I would not let Caelan Gregory break me down. I was a fighter and I stood strong. Nothing scared me. Not screams. Not pain. And certainly not his temper. I stopped being scared a long time ago.
Meet Micalea Smeltzer-
Micalea Smeltzer is a bestselling Young and New Adult author from Winchester, Virginia. She’s always working on her next book, and when she has spare time she loves to read and spend time with her family.
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