Cover Reveal: Inevitably You, by Abby Brooks

 

INEVITABLY YOU by Abby Brooks
Cover design: Michele Catalano-Creative
Photographer: WANDER AGUIAR :: PHOTOGRAPHY
Models: Andrew Biernat and Emily Jones

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✵✵✵COMING JUNE 7!✵✵✵
Sometimes the wrong choices bring us to the right places.

When I meet David Carmichael it’s as if the universe offered him as an apology for my life up to this point.

With his protective arm around me, he promises to keep me safe from the demons of my not-so-distant past.

But David has demons of his own … and even if meeting him felt like destiny, maybe karma isn’t so cut and dry.

Bad things happen to good people every day … and everyone is hiding something.

A house of cards will inevitably fall … I just hope the one we’ve built won’t end up in flames.

✵✵Prologue #SneakPeek ✵✵

Michelle

I never thought I’d be the girl with a gun in her face. Someone like me isn’t supposed to understand the way fear boils in your gut when you stare at the business end of a deadly weapon.

But here we are. I guess bad guys don’t understand that bad things shouldn’t happen to good girls.

He thumbs the hammer and fear sears through my veins like fire down a fuse. The tiny click might as well be a lightning strike. Chills race across my skin and I forget what it means to breathe.

“Is this what you want?” My husband steps towards me, the gun trembling in his hands as spittle flies from his lips. “Or is it this?” He presses the thing against his temple and I run from the room, chased by the demons in his head.

I grab my daughter, her wrist fragile in my fist. “Why is he doing this, Mommy?”

I press a hand to my chest, begging my heart to slow while I hold in the bits and pieces that crack off and crumble inside me. I pull my daughter down the hallway, her little feet stumbling behind me as her father lumbers out of our bedroom.

“Damn it, Michelle! Get your ass back here!” His voice eats through my resolve like acid through metal.

I grab my phone before I lose my nerve. Dial 911 as I race out of our home, praying the neighbors open the door in time.

“Why, Mommy? Why is he doing this?” Claire’s wide eyes stand out like little moons in the dark.

“Because,” I say as I run across the yard, grass clippings sticking to my bare feet. “I told him he couldn’t anymore.”

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