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My name was Dr. Erica Hill. I was a victim, then a witness, and then I ceased to exist altogether. I may still be breathing, but stripped of my identity, I have long since stopped living. I am invisible, and my life depends on my ability to stay in the shadows. But he sees me. Slate Andrews is the embodiment of everything I have been taught to avoid. He’s rich and famous, and one image of him with a woman would earn millions for any paparazzi lucky enough to snap it.

Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me. Lies. Words destroyed me. "I'm sorry. She didn't make it." "Daddy, he can't breathe!" "There's nothing more we can do for your son." Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me. More lies. Those syllables and letters became my executioner. I told myself that, if I didn't acknowledge the pain and the fear, they would have no power over me. But, as the years passed, the hate and the anger left behind began to control me. Two words - that was all it took to plunge my life into darkness.

Seven years ago, my life changed forever. One accident and the person I saw in the mirror no longer resembled the woman I used to be. I was lost and confused inside my own body. I felt alone and disconnected from the world, carrying the incredible weight of guilt and loss that wasn't even mine to harbor. Then fate led me to Leo James. He taught me that crazy could be perfectly normal and it shouldn't hurt to breathe.

I fell in love with Manda Baker eight years ago, and I loved her to the core of her soul. We were supposed to have that elusive happily ever after and spend a lifetime together. But that was all before she was stolen from me. Her best friend, Sarah Erickson, killed her. It wasn't intentional. It was far worse. Everyone claims it was just an accident, but I can see through the lies. Even if it's with my dying breath, I will make her pay for what she did. Fate hates me.

Quando Eason e Jessica decidem fazer uma noite de jogos em sua casa e convidam Bree e Rob, tudo que querem é tirar uma folga dos filhos por algumas horas e aproveitar o momento com os amigos — até que uma explosão muda suas vidas para sempre. No meio do caos, Eason resgata a esposa e a leva para longe do fogo. Entretanto, quando consegue sair da casa, sem a fumaça atrapalhando a visão, ele se dá conta de que a mulher em seus braços não é Jessica, e sim Bree, com quem nunca teve muita afinidade. Em seguida, uma segunda explosão acaba com todas as esperanças de salvar Jessica e Rob.

Death had been chasing me my entire life. I survived the horrors of war, but it was the aftermath that truly destroyed me. People called me a recluse, but the only time I didn’t feel like I was suffocating was inside that house. For my daughter, I kept some semblance of normalcy by implementing a rigid routine. Once a week, I forced myself to walk to the diner at the end of the block—a ritual I despised but relied on as my last anchor to the real world.

Au lendemain d'une tragédie, les choses dont on se souvient sont étranges. Le bruit assourdissant de l'explosion de la maison. La peur paralysante alors que je cherchais ma femme. La fumée aveuglante qui m'a brûlé les yeux lorsque je l'ai sortie des flammes. Mais ce qui restera gravé dans mon âme jusqu'à la fin de mes jours, c'est la prise de conscience bouleversante que la personne que je tenais dans mes bras n'était pas ma femme.

Once upon a time, Caven Hunt saved my life. We were only kids, but the trauma of that day destroyed us both. Years later, he didn't recognize me when a one-night stand unexpectedly reconnected us. And nine months later, when I left our newborn daughter on his doorstep, I didn't recognize myself either. The darkness doesn't always win, though. It took four agonizing years for me to find myself again—years during which our daughter grew up without a mother.

The world owes you nothing. It took losing the woman I loved, and facing the paralyzing task of moving on without her, for me to truly understand that. I’d resigned myself to a life of loneliness, until a survivor from the same plane crash that took my fiancée stormed into my life. Remi Grey was chaos and sunshine, fire and freedom. I began to believe that fate had other plans for me. But it seemed the only thing fated about our relationship was that I had been destined to lose her from the start. The world owes you nothing. But for Remi, I would risk it all. No matter the cost.

In the aftermath of tragedy, it’s strange the things you remember. The deafening boom as the house exploded. The paralyzing fear as I searched for my wife. The blinding smoke burning my eyes as I carried her out. But carved into my soul for the rest of my days would be the earth-shattering realization that the woman in my arms wasn’t my wife.

The complete series. Three full-length novels. Fighting Silence, Fighting Shadows, and Fighting Solitude. For the Page brothers, fighting was a way of life. Both inside and outside of the ring. Follow them through hardship, disability, and overwhelming adversity as they fight for the women they love.

That was all it took for me to know Elisabeth was my soul mate. Five years, countless infertility treatments, and the loss of our only son. That was what it took for me to lose her. One phone call, a mix-up at the lab, and a little girl neither of us knew existed. That was the hell it took to bring her back to me.

Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me. Whoever coined that phrase is a bald-faced liar. Words are often the sharpest weapon of all, triggering some of the most powerful emotions a human can experience. "You're pregnant." "It's a boy." "Your son needs a heart transplant." Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me. Lies. Syllables and letters may not be tangible, but they can still destroy your entire life faster than a bullet from a gun.

I met Sarah Kate Erickson when I was 21 years old. I was lucky enough to keep her for seven years before a tragic accident stole her from me. She didn't die, but sometimes I think it would have been easier if she had. I lived in a haze for those four years after the accident. Catering to her every need, even though she hated the very sight of my face. I tried to hold on to her and the future that we were supposed to build together. But you can't hold on to someone that doesn't exist anymore.