Readers will find themselves drawn to this angsty tale of love, loss, and the chance to start over in this first installment in the Kisses of Sorrow series. Keep reading to get a tempting glimpse of Kisser of Death by MHB, then start counting down the days until this dark contemporary romance hits bookshelves on October 21st!
Two men.
Almost three years of despair. Four beating hearts growing in pain. Five lives forever changed.
Everything fell apart in the blink of an eye.
These days my own misery keeps me company.
I never thought this would be me—a twenty-four-year-old—stuck in a dead-end relationship.
Gone are the thrilling adventures with Harvey Stark.
Gone is his smile.
Gone is the sight of his dimples and the sparkle in his bright blue eyes.
He’s changed into a hollow version of himself and I’m just a shadow following him around our home.
Then I meet my new boss at a firm in Downtown Chicago. Damon Dreygon challenges me in ways I never knew existed and makes me believe in myself again. Our souls match instantly, and meeting Damon feels like a step toward peace.
Except it’s not. Because everyone grieves differently.
While one man refuses to touch me, the other won’t love me. And I’m crawling through the crippling chaos, barely holding on...
EXCERPT:
My hell. Not everyone has the same definition of hell. Mine is different. My hell exists every day. It’s things I desperately want but can never have.
Harvey’s smile. His attention, his love, his body.
And this. Bikes.
The wind. The sun. The freedom. The speed. The power.
The thought of being so close to death.
There’s nothing more thrilling than being so close to death.
It’s exhilarating.
“Gemma?” I gulp when he traces his fingers over my throat. I can’t tell him to stop because I don’t want him to.
This morning he was ignoring me.
And now he brought me to hell. But I like it here. It’s hell because I’ll get a dose of fun, of high, of happiness. And I won’t ever have the chance to do it again. Because I promised. And even I can’t break a promise more than once.
And this. Bikes.
The wind. The sun. The freedom. The speed. The power.
The thought of being so close to death.
There’s nothing more thrilling than being so close to death.
It’s exhilarating.
“Gemma?” I gulp when he traces his fingers over my throat. I can’t tell him to stop because I don’t want him to.
This morning he was ignoring me.
And now he brought me to hell. But I like it here. It’s hell because I’ll get a dose of fun, of high, of happiness. And I won’t ever have the chance to do it again. Because I promised. And even I can’t break a promise more than once.
AUTHOR INFO:
M . H . B . graduated law from a Canadian University. She loves spending time with her partner and her German Shepherd Dog. She has a passion for animals and enjoys the simple things in life: books, music, chocolate, sunny days, and overall wellness. When she is not writing, her mind is in another world, with a book in hand.
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