Break My Fall by M. Mabie
Publication Date: August 28, 2018
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art
Photographer: Wander Aguiar Photography
Model: Jamie Walker
“The first time I returned to Lancaster was for my brother’s funeral.
The second time was for Myra.”
For twelve years, I lived alone in my cabin, building a life with my two bare hands. I was free from their rules, their policies, and their lies.
They are a cult.
My father is their leader.
To protect my brother’s widow, I’m making her my wife. It’s her only way out.
But drawn to the purity in her deep blue eyes and the innocence of her gentle voice, I wonder if I’m not the biggest monster of them all. I have to save her from them and myself. Because every second I spend with this timid woman, I fight the urge to claim her.
Make her truly mine.
And I know it’s wrong.
I will break her fall—if I don’t break her first.
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So technically I knew there would be a cliffhanger. Did that prepare me in any way? Absolutely not. Did I scream my lungs out at the end? You bet I did.
Abe has been free from the clutches of a cult for more than a decade. He never thought he’d go back ever let alone twice. But he’s determined to save the woman who he can’t stop thinking about. A woman who happens to be his brother’s widow.
He’ll do anything to set her free. Vowing to protect her from even himself, Abe needs to do everything so set Myra on a path of her own.
You guys no one loves a messed up story more than I do. A cult?? Brother’s widow?? I saw these words and knew this was the book for me and I was so darned right.
This story is one of the most unconventional ones I’ve ever read. But it’s also so familiar and beautiful because you get to see two people exploring intense and vast possibilities where they didn’t have any reference point of healthy love and affection.
I adore how Abe and Myra’s relationship bloomed. Those two are so perfect for each other. And hot damn my man Abe is dirty but also so considerate but so deliciously dirty. I AM LOVE!!!
The end made me tear my hair out because I knew shit was going to blow up. I just didn’t know in which form it would happen. I cannot wait for the next part so I’m just going to sit in a corner and hope Abe finds me soon.
A cloud of smoke followed the silver-haired woman out the door of the main building onto the covered porch outside, and she shot the butt of her cigarette into the dirt in front of the semi.
“Your mother’s been trying to reach you.”
My phone had died two days earlier, and I’d forgotten to bring a charger. Mom was the only person I still spoke with from Lancaster, but it was rare for her to call me, and I only reached out a few times a year.
“Say what she wanted?” I asked and slid my hands into worn leather gloves.
“Honey, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but your brother passed away last night.”
Ted Grier hung back in the doorway, watching. Both of their faces wore sympathy.
“Your brother passed, Abe. You should call her back. Come on in and use the phone.”
I hadn’t spoken to my brother in years, but when I left home with no plans to return, I just assumed things would stay how I left them. They’d cling to their Bibles and bands and keep living in their own warped version of reality. They’d stay tucked under the strict thumb of the Legacies and God, or at least the way they interpreted him, and I’d live my life in the woods, free of their judgment and rules.
Alone and how I liked it.
They lived how they wanted, and I did the same.
I squinted in the mid-day sun, and the tension in my neck pinched even tighter.
Ted limped to the stoop, tapped a Camel from his pack and lit it. “Son, you wanna come inside for a minute? Call your family?”
I did not. Calling them was the last thing I wanted.
It was almost noon, and I still had more than half day’s work to finish. The tobacco in the air was thick as I pulled it into my chest. “I’ll call when I get home.”
It was supposed to rain for the next four days in the hills, and there was work that needed to be done. Calling in the middle of the day wasn’t going to do anything but put me behind, and my brother would still be dead that evening.
About the Author
M. Mabie lives in Illinois with her husband. She writes everything from steamy romantic comedies to angst-filled, pull your hair out drama. She enjoys it all. With her unconventional love stories, she tries to embody “real-life romance.”
She cares about politics, but will not discuss them in public. She uses the same fork at every meal, watches Wayne’s World while cleaning, and lets her dog sleep on her head. She has always been a writer. In fact, she was born with a pen in her hand, which almost never happens. Almost.
M. Mabie usually doesn’t speak in third-person. She promises.