🎉First Time Sale and Series Sale! Storms Over Secrets By J.A. DeRouen @JADerouen1🎉


 First Time Sale and Series Sale!

Storms Over Secrets By J.A. DeRouen


Storms Over Secrets is on sale for the VERY FIRST TIME!! Yay!!! Even though it’s unfair to my other characters to admit it, Cain and Celia are my favorite couple. There. I said it. LOL! Since they’re my faves, I’m hoping to grab the attention of some new readers. I’m going to put the prologue of Storms Over Secrets up on my website, and it’s also down below (below the sale graphics) if you’d like to take a look.

Secondly, since Storms Over Secrets is 99 cents, I decided to put the entire Over Series on sale!! That’s THREE BOOKS for less than $3.00!! Each book can be read as a standalone, but I know lots of readers like to read in order, anyway, so I figured I’d just discount the entire series for them.

The links below are just for your convenience—they’re booklinker addresses that send the clicker to their appropriate Amazon site according to country.

Hope Over Fear: http://getbook.at/hopeoverfear

Wings Over Poppies: http://getbook.at/wingsoverpoppies

Storms Over Secrets: http://getbook.at/stormsoversecrets

Amazon: (link: http://amzn.to/2mo7Jfx) amzn.to/2mo7Jfx


Storms Over Secrets

By J.A. DeRouen



The Past – Six Years Ago

My feet pound the pavement at a punishing pace, and my calves scream as I push myself forward, not going nearly fast enough. My ragged breath whistles into the night as I force air into my restricted lungs. Loose gravel and rocks bruise the bottoms of my feet, but none of that matters.

Please, God, this can’t be the end. I need more time to fix this … more time to fix him.

I pound my fists on the front door, twisting the doorknob and pushing on the splintered wood with all my might.

“Lucas! God, please! Lucas!” My screams pierce through the stillness of the night, and the neighborhood awakens like falling dominos, with porch lights illuminating one after the other.

It feels as though light-years pass before the light above my head flicks to life. Mrs. Cindy opens the door with sleepy eyes and disheveled hair. “My God, Celia, what on Earth?”

There’s no time for words as I shove her aside and race up the staircase. Sobbing. Stumbling. Clawing to get to him.

A boulder settles in my gut, the gnawing dread pulls me under, making it almost impossible to breathe. His text is etched in my brain, tattooed on my already broken heart, because I know what I’ll find when I finally reach him.

No matter where I am, I’ll always love you. I promise you always.

His vow is the only coherent thought I have as I fling open the bathroom door and fall to my knees, sliding on the pool of blood that welcomes me.


Copyright 2015 J.A. DeRouen

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