Monday, November 24, 2014

You Loved Me At My Weakest by Evie Harper - Book Blitz

BOOK: You Loved Me At My Weakest
SERIES: Love Series (Book Two)
AUTHOR: Evie Harper
RELEASE DATE: November 24th, 2014

Broken, used and worthless.
They are the words that have been branded into my
mind for the past five years.
Now freed, but they stole my smile and left me with
only tears.
My dreams of the future died right before my eyes.
I'm fighting to find my way back, but I’m too weak.

I won’t let her walk this road alone.
I’ll hold on for her. The dark can’t last forever.
Her heart beat keeps time for the rest of my life.
Our fate will not be denied or erased.
It will be beautiful.

“How great your love is for me.” I whisper.
“Forever Emmy”

 Found, saved, released… freed.
Should I have a smile on my face? I
should be happy, right? I’m going home. I’m going to see my family and I’m
going to be safe from now on. No more hands touching me. No more bruises to
watch fade away from my skin.
But I’m broken, ruined, and worthless.
What can I offer them? I’m tainted. Darkness has touched me more times than I
can wrap my mind around.
This suburban family doesn’t know what
true evil is. I’ve laid beside the devil countless times and he’s turned me
black. Inside and out.
The world around me grows louder and I
come out of my thoughts, staring at the ground. I turn my head to look for
Kanye, who is standing behind me. We just stepped off the plane that brought me
home. He’s watching me, again. Each time I glimpse a look at him, my breath
catches. He hasn’t changed at all in the last five years. Still the most
handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on. His wild, short blond hair and deep blue
eyes that tell me he’s so much more than just a pretty face; his thoughts are
always deep and meaningful. His body is still fit and muscular. My head still
only comes up to his eye level.
Shouts distract me from my examination.
I look around and find my parents sprinting toward me. Across the airstrip not
listening to any of the men screaming behind them to stop. My mother drops her
handbag, items spilling from it; however, she doesn’t stop to pick it up.
Time slows for just a moment as I watch
my parents. My mother’s short brown hair whips in the air. Her eyes wide with
tears falling. I can see one of the teardrops hit her red shirt, and there it
sits, a lone wet tear, a teardrop for me.
My father’s cheeks are puffing in and
out heavily. His arms pumping hard, I watch as each vein pops up as he pulls
and pushes his arms backwards and forwards.
I tilt my head to the side. They’re
running toward me, to embrace me. To comfort me? How long will it take them to
realize their Emily is gone. How long until they realize I’m repulsive. And I
will lose them, all over again.
I’m scared of their touch. Light,
loving, forgiving.
Oomph! They’ve crashed into me
and time sets back to present and harsh reality.
My dad picks me up, circles his arms
around my body, and cries into my neck. My mother hugs me from behind. I feel
her tears soaking through my shirt.
I’m scared. My chest feels heavy. My
heart begins to swell. It expands and the ice around my heart starts cracking,
breaking off in tiny pieces.
My mother’s sobs turn into screams at my
back and larger pieces of ice break off. I’m left with just a swollen heart,
who just let everything in. Pain, suffering, torment, relief, love. I can feel
it all and it’s too much. But I can’t turn it off.
My chest starts heaving, but my mouth
refuses to open and let out the cries that are now clawing at my lips to let
them have a voice. A voice… they’ve never had a voice. Someone who cared what
they cried, someone who would fix the hurt they were feeling.
It’s happening. My body melts into my
father’s. My eyes sting and blur. Slowly, I open my mouth and there they are.
The cries. They’ve gone ignored and unwanted for so long. They are mine. My
cries of pain, torment and my relief.
My father jolts at the agonizing sound
that’s ripped from my throat. My mother stands back and repeats my name on a
Hands wrap around me from behind and I
know whose they are. The one person who at this moment is going to send me over
the edge. Kanye.
I fall into him, his warmth, and strong
arms. We collapse to the ground and he holds me to him. My head to his neck and
his hand under my knees.
Kanye repeats on a whisper while rocking
us on the ground, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
I continue to let my precious cries go,
while the man I love and the man I cried out for so often apologizes for the
pain he didn’t inflict. Pain I can see he has inflicted on himself.
I’m letting my pain go and sharing it
with the world. Now everyone around me knows just how much agony I’m in. And
they’re listening; they will try to help. They can’t. But at least someone
cares. That’s all I ever wanted.


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About Evie Harper

Evie is an Australian
author whose passion for reading lead her into writing. Evie spends her days
writing angsty, heart breaking love stories and creating happily ever afters.
When Evie isn’t writing you can find her reading or spending time with her
husband and two children.
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Books By Evie Harper



Book #1 - You Loved Me At My


Ripped from Heaven, Burned in Hell.

Caught and caged in beauty.

Beauty comes at a cost.

One man holds the key to our survival, to our

Find out how I lived and lost the greatest thing
on earth.



I didn't see her coming and that will be my

She will ruin me, take everything from me, and
give me everything I can't have.

I can't help her. I won't.

She is innocence. She is strength.

She is my piece of heaven in hell.

I’m not letting her go.

Book #2 - You Loved Me At My
Book #3 - You Loved Me At My
Ugliest – Out mid 2015: 


Book #1 - Collision (Street
Kings) – Out early 2015
Unwanted or left alone in the world, it didn’t matter. 
We were put in the system and then handed over to monsters. 
We ran away and grew up on the streets. 
The streets became our home. 
We grew up the hard way, learning that every mistake had a consequence. 
Now we make the laws and we live or die by them. 
There is no greater authority in this city than The Portland Street Kings. It is kill or be killed in our world. 
Don't take a step in unless you’re sure you can survive. 

We are The Portland Kings, you threaten our family and we will show you no mercy.

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