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Title: Stolen Course (Wrecked and Ruined #2)
Author: Aly Martinez
Release Date: May 21, 2014
Genre: New Adult Romance
Cover Design: Book Covers by Ashbee Designs
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. It robbed me of my first love and left me to navigate through this world emotionless and numb. Then, one day, spiteful fate gave me a woman to fill my shattered soul and make me feel again. It gave me Emma Jane Erickson. Now I spend my days searching for the answers that will ruin Sarah and my nights falling in love with her sister—the one person who is bound and determined to save her.
But what happens when everything you know to be true explodes around you? Who will be left to pick up the pieces, and who will need to be saved from the wreckage?
“It’s
not fucking them!” I punch the dashboard and scream at my partner, Brett, as he
weaves through traffic. Just moments ago, we received a page that will destroy
one of us forever. It said a bunch of words, but the only four I can remember
are “One fatality, one injury.” I reject the very possibility that this has
anything to do with my Manda, but the vise currently holding my heart still
twists even tighter. I drop my head to my hands as I wage war with reality. If
that message is accurate, I have a fifty-fifty chance that my life is over.
Done. Finished. I’ll never survive losing Manda. Never.
It
can’t be her. We haven’t even gotten married yet. We are supposed to get
married and have a life together. We have a plan. A knife lands hard in my
stomach as I try to reason my way out of this mess. It can’t be her.
Manda is strong and healthy. No accident in the world could steal her from me.
Yeah, she’s tough. She’s got to be the one who’s injured. Something simple,
maybe a broken arm. We can fix that. I just need her to be alive, anything else
we can deal with together.
The
car barely slows before I’m out and sprinting toward the twisted metal on the
side of the highway. Every hope I have of this being a big misunderstanding
vanishes into the night when I recognize Sarah’s car. Reality slices me open,
but the promise of only an injury keeps my legs moving forward.
“Detective
Jones!” I hear shouted, but I continue to run. I slow only when I get to a
group of officers.
“Where
is she?” I demand, but deep down I’m terrified to hear the answer.
“Caleb,
take a second and catch your breath.”
“Where
the fuck is she!” My eyes scan the faces lining the road, desperately searching
for Manda’s fiery red hair and green eyes. But instead, they land on a white
sheet covering what I know to be a body. My heart begins to race as I once
again try to fight all rational thinking that tells me it’s her.
“That’s
not her,” I say, desperately trying to catch my breath, but the panic that has
lodged itself in my system prevents it. “Oh God, someone please tell me that’s
not her.” Tears well in my eyes as I glance up to see my good friends, Stephens
and Perez, step up beside me. From the look on Stephens’s face, I know I don’t
want to hear whatever he has to say.
“She
didn’t make it, Jones.” With one sentence, the little breath I have left is
stolen. My legs buckle, forcing me helplessly to my knees.
“No.”
I refuse to accept that my Manda no longer exists.
The
earth starts to tremble as my world begins to crumble around me. It only takes
a minute to realize that my body is violently shaking as the physical pain of
reality courses through my veins. This is not happening. “That’s not
her,” I begin to repeat.
She
can’t be gone.
My eyes never leave the body that used to house my soul mate. This isn’t real,
and any minute I’m going to wake from this horrible nightmare. I’ll roll over
in bed and pull Manda hard against my chest. I close my eyes, willing myself to
wake up, but it never comes.
I
rise to my feet and take a step towards her. “Manda!” I yell. I need to see
her. To touch her. It’s fucking cold tonight and she’s just lying there under a
sheet. Oh, fuck. That’s not her.
Perez
grabs my arm, effectively halting me. “Don’t do this to yourself. You don’t
need to see her like that.”
“Get
your fucking hands off me. If that’s Manda, I need to see her.”
“Not
now you don’t. Let them get her to the hospital and clean her up a bit.”
The
pain in my chest is quickly being replaced with anger.
“Get
off me, Perez,” I say calmly while leveling him with a menacing glare.
“Not
happening. I won’t let you do this to yourself.” He pulls me back a step, and
that is all it takes for me to lose it. My rage needs somewhere to go, and it
just so happens that it chooses Perez’s face. My hands fly, landing directly on
his jaw.
“I
need to see her!” I scream, landing punch after punch. Stephens jumps in,
tackling me from behind. He uses his weight to pin me to the ground.
“Goddamn
it, Jones. Stop fighting. We’re trying to help you.”
“She’s
not fucking gone!”
“She
is, and you don’t need to see her.”
An
image of her laughing at dinner flashes behind my eyes as once again reality
takes hold. This is not happening. The temporary shield of anger fades
away as devastation settles in. As I’m lying facedown on the side of a highway,
gut wrenching sobs spring from my chest.
“Oh,
God. Please, not Manda.”
Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five, including a set of twins. Currently living in Chicago, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job titles. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life.
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I met Sarah Kate Erickson when I was twenty-one 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.
It wasn’t until I met Jesse Addison, a barista at the local coffee shop, that I realized I didn’t just lose Sarah that tragic night, I lost myself as well. Jesse taught me how to let go of the past and learn to love again. But what happens when your past haunts your present and the woman you used to love refuses to accept the woman you can’t live without?
**Intended for readers 18+. Each book in this series can be read as a standalone.**
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