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Book: Recoil (Banjaxed Series - Book Three)
Author: Max Henry
Release Date: November 10th, 2014
Hosted By: Book Empire
SYNOPSIS
“People are like stained - glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the
sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from
within.” - Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
Life is dark for Steph.
After swearing never to be her own worst enemy again, she’s forced to battle
her demons once more as events in her life push her to the absolute limits of self-
preservation.
And she needs to do it alone.
Pete is back in the place he swore never to return to, all in the name of
protecting Steph from the dangers of his past. But are yesterday’s ghosts the only threat they
face?
When true intentions are laid bare, can Steph find the fight within to pull
herself out of the darkness? Can Pete close the last doors on his past, or will he realize what is truly
important, too late?
Their history may shape the people they are today – but nobody said it had
to define their future…
EXCERPT
“Just let me help ya, Love.”
“I hate feeling like people are burdened by
me.”
He pulled back, and held her by the shoulders to look in her eyes.
“Am I? Do I look like you’re a burden to me?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged, looking
away.
“Look at me, Steph,” he barked.
She obeyed.
“Do I look like I’m stressed, sleep deprived,
underfed?”
“No.”
“Do I make excuses not to see
you?”
“No.”
“Do I forget the things you tell
me?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Then stop saying you’re a burden. You’re not, Love. You’re my
girl, and whatever you need to keep you smiling is what I’ll do. You’re mine to worry about, so stop
doing it yerself.”
Tears crested her lower lashes, and ran in lines across the pink
swell of her cheeks. Even whilst crying under the streetlight she could be
beautiful.
“You always know what to say.”
“Because I speak from here.” He tapped his chest. “And not
here.” Pete pointed to his head. “How about ya start doin’ the same, Cutie. Listen to your heart, your
gut instinct. Forget the bullshit ya head’s tryin’ to tell ya.”
Her fingers knotted in his shirt while they stood in silence. He
knew she was thinking over what he’d said, and even if it had been below zero outside, he would
have stood for hours to give her enough time. She needed to let it all sink in, and start believing
it.
“How do you think Trevor’s doing?” she asked, tipping her head
back to look him in the eye.
“I’m sure he’s okay.”
“So he won’t miss us if we’re gone for a
while?”
“I wouldn’t have left if I thought he needed the help.” He stroked
a strand of hair off her face, and smiled. Could she be thinking …
?
“Good, because you owe me a public escapade,
boy.”
She is. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Somebody help the
girl, because this wouldn’t be gentle
TEASER
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PURCHASE LINKS & SERIES ORDER
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Book One: Pistol - Currently 99cents: Goodreads I Amazon US I Amazon UK I Amazon CA I Barnes & Noble
Book Two: Loaded: Goodreads I Amazon
US I Amazon
UK I Amazon
CA I Barnes & Noble
Book Three: Recoil: Goodreads I Amazon US I Amazon UK I Amazon CA I Barnes & Noble
ABOUT MAX HENRY
I rediscovered my love of reading last year after
never really having the time with two small children, and in doing so, realised I didn't just want to
read the books - I wanted to write them.
So I put fingers to keyboard and wrote. Then
wrote some more. And before you know it, here I am now.
I decided that at thirty it was high time to stop
living a 'what if' life and give my dreams a chance. Lost deep in thought one day as I walked the kids
in their buggy, I realised that I didn't want to be an old lady who sat and reflected on her life thinking
'what if I had tried?' I wanted to be an old lady who reflected on her life and thought 'At least I didn't
leave a stone unturned.'
I am me. Life is not to be lived in the shadow of
others, doing what you think your peers expect you to. Life is to be lived to the fullest, explored and
challenged.
Next time you sit and think 'what if', sit and
think 'what if I die tomorrow?' There is no time like the present.
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