There is blood on my hands, it’s sticky and
its rancid scent is invading my nostrils. I can hear someone screaming, I think
it’s me.
The blood, oh God there is so much blood,
the pool he’s lying in is getting bigger and bigger by the second. Hope is
starting to fade, I know the reality of this situation, but I can’t help
praying, shouting,
screaming. I’m praying, shouting and
screaming for anyone to help me, help him.
The noise coming from the other room is so
loud. I just want to scream at them to shut the fuck up. Why? Why? Why? Is this
happening, to me, to him. Please no..nooo…NOOOOOO! I definitely know that its
me screaming now, my throat is sore, my cheeks are covered in my tears.
“Help is on its way” a small voice behind me
says, I’m not sure who is talking, but I feel a hand on my shoulder, an attempt
to soothe me. It’s not working, how the hell can anything or anyone help. I’m
too late, he’s gone, I feel thelife slipping away from him, I can’t feel his
pulse.
I feel a presence behind me, and I look over
my shoulder. Men and women in uniforms are standing in the door way, I will
never forget the looks of horror on their faces for as long as I live. I hold
up my blood soaked hands towards the new faces entering the room. “He’s gone”,
that’s all I manage to say, my voice breaking with the gazillion tears I have
shed.
Paramedics rush to his side and begin CPR,
but I know its pointless, they are pushing - hard on his chest. “Stop it,leave
him alone. He’s fucking dead. Do you hear me” I shout, and push one of the
paramedics out of the way. I drop to me knees and hold him as tight as I can,
and I sob my heart out.
I close my eyes and count to three, before I
open my eyes again I pray that this is a nightmare, and I will wake up in my happy
place. I open my eyes. Yep, this is definitely a reality. I’m all alone, and
the situation and my surroundings start to sink into my mind, all is lost.
“Miss, you need to come with us” a deep
masculine voice says just as a hand grabs my bicep and pulls me to myfeet. I
struggle, not wanting to leave him. I can’t leave him alone in this room, it‘s
cold, and the smell of death is in the air. He needs me.
My
name is Mya Peters and my brother Nick Peters was murdered…viciously.
This book, Belleza is so book full of angst,
suspense, mystery & love
You see Mya's story unfold a little at a time, we get an understanding of who she is and how she came to be the woman she is today. Mya found herself going from happy go lucky existence to a woman desolate with nothing in the click of an eye and it was heart wrenching to read.
We then meet Joe who thinks he has it all, he is successful and in a happy marriage, well he was happy until he walked in on his wife in a compromising position. Can Joe start a new life, well he hopes he can and so do I. When Joe meets Mya he is overwhelmed by her and has to know more.
The connection these two have is instant but the path they go on is a difficult one and although they feel the connection between each other they have to fight to hold onto what they have.
Throughout this book Mya’s past keeps coming back to haunt her, everytime she feels she is getting somewhere her past tries to knock her right back down again.
I did feel my heart in my throat a few times throughout
this story.
You will love this story if you love the romantic
angst, the romantics who love to hear of couples who fight for their HEA.
Were there times I could knock these two heads
together and shout at them to get themselves together…. Yes is the answer to
that one. I found myself shouting at my
kindle at various times.
Just when I thought things were going well and
there was no more drama Ms Heron decides she was not done with these two and
brings out a second book, Alias. What a
ride this has been.
Ms Heron brings characters that you can enjoy
reading about, there is emotion, anger and love in this first book.
(this is not the full
prologue, I did shorten it)
Phrase :- Open
your heart and your mind, you never
Know
what you might find
Dan walks towards me after saying goodnight
to a couple, when he approaches me he has a grin on his
face. I have a feeling he will want me to
stay a bit longer. “Come on, I have a suite booked”, he says pulling on
my arm.
“You know that’s extra… right?” I whisper.
“Of course I do, we can discuss payment in
the room”.
“Fine”. The ride in the lift is a quiet one,
and the energy shift in the atmosphere does not go un-noticed by me, I
think
Dan feels it too.
I am so glad I got the opportunity to read both of
these books by Ms Heron, they to me were a good read.
Such a rollercoaster of emotions in this book.
In Alias we hear about Trixie, who has a somewhat
troubled past, she is a confident person but she like many people has a
vulnerability to her.
Trixie’s past is a traumatic one which when reading
brought tears to my eyes, no child should go through what she had to and the
way it was written was so well done you felt the pain that Trixie went through
as a child.
This book is not a book for the faint hearted, it
will test you and your emotions, it is not only dramatic but funny and so heart
wrenching it had me in tears. Throughout
the story though you do see Trixie discovering herself and the kind of woman
she wants to be, she has help by a lovely man who adores her which was so
moving.
I can’t say too much as I do not want to spoil it
for others but this is a very powerful and emotional book.
Once you start to read this book, you will not want
to stop, you will want to know the end and what happens. The good thing is there are no cliff hangers
at the end of this book. You think you know how it will end but you maybe in
for a surprise.
I am 40 years old, and currently unemployed due to a disability. About three years ago, I suffered four and a half months in hospital after contracting H1N1 Swine Flu. I thank all my family and friends, for their love and support over this period of time. I am lucky to be alive, as I was in a bad way, but with lots of physiotherapy and hard work, I managed to get back on my feet, although the nerves and muscles in my legs and feet are permanently damaged.
Feel free to criticise or praise my writing on Goodreads, Facebook and Amazon. I will not take offence, at anything you say, but I will welcome the constructiveness and use it in any other books I may write.
I am 40 years old, and currently unemployed due to a disability. About three years ago, I suffered four and a half months in hospital after contracting H1N1 Swine Flu. I thank all my family and friends, for their love and support over this period of time. I am lucky to be alive, as I was in a bad way, but with lots of physiotherapy and hard work, I managed to get back on my feet, although the nerves and muscles in my legs and feet are permanently damaged.
I live in Burton on Trent in Staffordshire UK, my home town for the last 40 years. I have a 22 year old daughter, yep, that made me a single mother at an early age. But now she is all grown up, I decided to push my limits as an author (because I have a lot of time on my hands). My favourite past time is reading, and I have read around 150 books in the last year and a half. I have a beagle called Belle, and three cats Truffle, Pixie, and Sookie, they all drive me bonkers but I love them like they are my babies.
Feel free to criticise or praise my writing on Goodreads, Facebook and Amazon. I will not take offence, at anything you say, but I will welcome the constructiveness and use it in any other books I may write.
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