Withstanding the Enemy by T.L. Mahrt
Publication date: January 31st, 2020
Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
Emma Andrews was orphaned at a young age with no family to turn to. Tired of the broken foster-care system, and believing it was her only option, she runs to a multi-millionaire with a reputation of hiring young women. It is only then that she learns what real monsters look like...
Emma uses her overactive imagination to help her get through the toughest of days. By daydreaming a life full of love and freewill, she manages her colorless prison, but even in her wildest dreams, she would have never imagined it could become a reality. That is, until she meets Chance, a man willing to lay his life down to save hers.
But what Emma doesn't expect is to fight her own personal demons--her heart.
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Excerpt
Chance...
I shake my head. "How about I get you another drink?"
I look up, but my eyes don't focus on Bridget. They lock with the one person I do want my lips on--Emma.
Our eyes remain locked for what feels like an eternity.
Bridget nudges me, breaking the connection. "Chance!"
I pull away from her. "I'm sorry, I can't do this."
I don't give her time to respond and I get up to leave.
Nearing the exit, I hear the music come to a stop.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a big announcement for you tonight," the DJ rings out, stopping me in my tracks.
My gut hits the floor. I know--for whatever reason--I am not going to like this. Frozen in place, I silently hope I am wrong.
"I want to give a shout-out to my man Rick and congratulate him on his engagement to Emma Andrews. Put those drinks up and cheer the happy couple!" he echoes.
FUCK! I ball my hands in fists.
Time to purchase a punching bag and gear.
Emma...
My insides heat with Chance's penetrating stare and everything around disappears from sight. The liquid flame licks my skin. Ohhh. It feels as if he is touching me, sending my nerve endings into overdrive as a ripple vibrates through me.
In an instant it's gone. A lingering roll of smoke spirals around me.
Chance.
I shake my head. "How about I get you another drink?"
I look up, but my eyes don't focus on Bridget. They lock with the one person I do want my lips on--Emma.
Our eyes remain locked for what feels like an eternity.
Bridget nudges me, breaking the connection. "Chance!"
I pull away from her. "I'm sorry, I can't do this."
I don't give her time to respond and I get up to leave.
Nearing the exit, I hear the music come to a stop.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a big announcement for you tonight," the DJ rings out, stopping me in my tracks.
My gut hits the floor. I know--for whatever reason--I am not going to like this. Frozen in place, I silently hope I am wrong.
"I want to give a shout-out to my man Rick and congratulate him on his engagement to Emma Andrews. Put those drinks up and cheer the happy couple!" he echoes.
FUCK! I ball my hands in fists.
Time to purchase a punching bag and gear.
Emma...
My insides heat with Chance's penetrating stare and everything around disappears from sight. The liquid flame licks my skin. Ohhh. It feels as if he is touching me, sending my nerve endings into overdrive as a ripple vibrates through me.
In an instant it's gone. A lingering roll of smoke spirals around me.
Chance.
About the Author:
T.L. Mahrt is a former business owner, where she utilized her education in cosmotology, barbering and massage therapy for several years. She was raised on and is currently living on a farm in Nebraska, where you can find her running barefoot in the country side with her loving husband and inspiring children and massive dogs.
After having her son, who was born with Cerebral Palsy, she made the life altering decision to stay home to care for her two children and pursue her love for writing. She has a love for romance and poetry where, her overactive imagination, along with her adventures and up beat lifestyle drives her inspiration for her writing.
T. L. Mahrt has a thirst for knowledge, and is currently working on her Bachelor of Applied Science in Communication Studies degree.
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