My life is perfect.
I have it all—the woman of my fantasies and my shot at the championship.
It’s all right in front of me. In my grips. I can see it, taste it, feel it.
No chance in hell I’ll lose.
Until I fall at the mercy of another man’s hands.
I’m torn apart and forced to make difficult decisions while staring malicious hatred in the eyes.
Doors open and others close—ones I’m not ready to see go.
My course changes. My dreams begin evading me.
You think I fought hard to get where I’m at now?
You haven’t seen the depth of my perseverance yet.
This isn’t the end of me.
I AM NOT DONE.
He has everything in his hands—his career, me, our future.
One costly mistake, a defiant decision, and everything vanishes.
As he holds my hand through the darkness, he loses it all.
I watch with anguish as he struggles to put the torn pieces back together.
It’s not as easy as he had hoped.
But his strength proves powerful. His determination unbreakable.
Together we’ll conquer.
Together we don’t accept defeat.
WE ARE NOT DONE.
***MUST BE READ AFTER NO HOLDS***
Excerpt (Everyone loves Ryker and his niece, Gracie)
Whitney twists in her seat. “You should stay away from boys who are vindictive like that. They’re bad.”
“You need to stay away from all boys,” I grumble.
“I don’t like Tyler. I have a boyfriend. His name is Brandon.”
My eyes bulge. “Do what? Does your father know? How long have you been boyfriend and girlfriend? Has he tried to kiss you?” The questions spill from my mouth.
“Daddy knows, Unk.”
I eye her, testing to see if she’s lying, but she pays me no attention. “Pooh. I don’t like this.”
She drops her head back on the seat. “Daddy doesn’t either. But Momma says I’m growing up.” She looks to me in the mirror. “I’m growing up, Unk.”
“I refuse to think it. You’re nine. No boyfriends. Where does this Brandon live? I think me and your father need to pay him a visit. Maybe Uncle Kyce too.”
“Daddy’s met him,” she says.
I sigh and stew quietly. She’s a little girl and boys do boy things. I’m a boy. I know what we do. Granted I wasn’t thinking of sex at nine, but rumor is kids nowadays learn shit early.
“Pooh…” I inhale. “Just promise me if he tries to kiss you, you’ll punch him in the nose.”
About the Author
“Dreaming in Reality…You dream in reality when you pick up a book and get lost in it. In my writing, I strive to take you to a place where reality and fantasy become a blurry line. Everything should be relatable. It could happen…couldn’t it?” ~ TC Matson
TC Matson loves to let her character’s voices be heard. With a head full of stories, she puts her keyboard through a beating daily. With an understanding that love isn’t always instant and full of flowers—her writing mirrors it.
She’s a romance junkie at heart and an avid reader. Add those two together and she will devour books within hours, getting lost in the world the author creates.
Matson resides in the peaceful Piedmont area of NC with her husband and three boys, where staying hopped up on caffeine is the key to her sanity. Chaos is indefinite and a sense of humor is an absolute must.