I am so excited to finally reveal the cover for All Falls Down! The fabulous Jada of Jada D'Lee Designs did an amazing job.
For those of you not familiar with the story, All Falls Down is a contemporary romance about learning to live and love again after escaping an abusive relationship. The novel is scheduled to release exclusively to Kindle on November 1, 2014 and to other formats in February, 2015.
Before we move on to the cover reveal, I'd like to announce that 25% of all sales will be donated to the National Domestic Violence Hotline for the life of the novel. The NDVH is a twenty-four hour a day, toll-free hotline connecting domestic abuse victims with services and support all across the United States. You can learn more or get involved at: //www.thehotline.org.
But things aren't as simple as they were then.
For starters, two years of constant emotional abuse has broken Savannah in ways she's not sure can be repaired. And patriarch Matthew Talbot has been murdered, leaving his eldest daughter, Lexi, in charge of a global non-profit and her younger sisters.
Jared Corbit, Lexi's gorgeous boyfriend, is the only thing standing between her and whoever murdered her father. That doesn't stop Savannah from falling in love with him. She knows it's wrong, but she just can't stay away from him when he makes he feel like no one else ever has before.
Finding out his relationship with Lexi is a ruse should make things easier, but when the truth is finally revealed, Savannah's fragile world threatens to fall apart. There's a murderer on the loose, and he's gunning for the only family she has. To save their lives, she and Jared will be forced to make a decision that just might destroy her completely.
How is she supposed to let the man she loves be with another woman?
I jump and cry out as a small box lands in my lap.
"Shit," Jared curses when I start to topple backward over the railing.
He grabs me around the waist and yanks me forward before I can go over. A painful cry bursts from my lips the instant his fingers dig into the bruises still healing all across my back. The box falls to the floor of the porch with a thud.
Jared plucks me up as if I'm a ragdoll and sets me on my feet. As soon as they touch the floorboards beneath me, he releases me, snatching his hands back like if I've burned him.
"I'm sorry," he says.
Closing my eyes, I shake my head, waiting for the fog of pain to recede slightly so I can speak. It takes a moment for the intense throb to ease off into a dull ache.
Jared's staring at me when I finally manage to look at him, his beautiful eyes clouded with concern.
The question isn't a demand this time, and I can't find the will to brush him off again. I'm so tired of trying to sort everything out by myself, so tired of keeping my wounds and scars hidden from everyone. Of trying to deal with this alone and making no progress.
"I had surgery a few weeks ago," I whisper and shuffle a few steps away from him. I turn my back to him, lift the hem of my shirt so he can see, and hold my breath. The bruises have faded, but the ugly green color is awful. So are the jagged, red scars.
A shocked hiss echoes across the porch.
My cheeks flame when his big hands brush across my bare skin.
I pull my shirt down and move away quickly, my heart pounding.
"I fell," I mumble, desperate to focus on anything other than the heat of his hands on my body.
"You fell." It's not a question and he doesn't sound happy.
"In glass. It went through my back and pierced my kidney." I stop talking, unsure why I've said so much.
He's quiet, and I can't force myself to turn around and face him again. I'm not sure what I'll find if I do.
I want to slip through the front door and pretend that I've said nothing.
I want him to say… something.
"There's a phone in the box for you," he says as if on cue.
I immediately regret wanting him to speak. His voice is low, angry. I hear his heavy steps retreating. Once again, I have to fight the urge to apologize.
He stops walking.
"Your boyfriend should be in jail for what he did to you, Savannah. You didn't deserve it."
I gasp and spin around, only to find him stalking across the yard with his shoulders hunched.
His long stride is furious, his muscles tense. His hands are clenched into fists.
He knows about Toby.