A WAR LIKE OURS
After witnessing her mother’s violent death at the hands of her stepfather, Madison Smith has turned aimless and bitter toward the world—men, in particular. Her dead-end job at the local resort and her convenient girlfriend are barely keep Madison from falling apart. When she meets James, however, she’s driven to protect his child from the darkness she sees inside him.
But Madison doesn’t expect to find that very darkness irresistible. Drowning in guilt and memories, James doesn't expect to be drawn to the sharp-witted woman who has made his life miserable. When their tempers flare, a brutal kiss triggers a need that blurs the lines of hate and desire. As their lust spins out of control, they must decide if their attraction is worth fighting for or if love is the real enemy.
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THE STORY BEHIND THE BOOK
"I've always been an avid reader. I think it comes from my father. Although he used to read spy novels and my interest was and is romance. I spent years reading before I even thought of writing. I read about 200 books per year, sometimes more. My creativity or ideas come from reading. The more I read, the more I write. However, my debut book, A WAR LIKE OURS, comes from a movie. I was watching, The girl with a dragon tattoo and I was struck by a very tiny detail. The heroine in the movie is a victim of sexual assault and because of that she swear off men, and dates girls. I was horrified and fascinated by it. I wondered about the psychology of such a character and from there, Madison, the heroine of my novel took shape. James, my hero, came from a book I was reading at the time. But the basic premise of my story comes from the movie."
EXCERPT
My arm had begun to feel numb. I forgot to breathe as I looked at him. He could really hurt me. I knew this in my heart. He could really do it. My fear kicked into high gear. Please no. I didn’t think I could go through that again. Turned out people like me could be scared of some things, too. Surprise, my subconscious chanted, weakly.
I tried to free myself. “Let me go.”
He brought me even closer and puffed his stale breath on my face. I fought hard not to gag. His chest wasn’t touching mine, but one deep breath and it would brush. I stopped breathing.
A soft flick, a caress resonated on my skin where he’d grabbed me. It was so soft that it could’ve been air touching my skin, but I knew it was him. He was circling his thumb on my arm. My heart pounded, furious, afraid, and with a tinge of excitement. In the next second, the caress was gone like I’d dreamt it.
I struggled harder. “Let me go!” And then I broke down and uttered a word I hadn’t spoken like I meant it in a long while. “Please.”
ABOUT Saffron A. Kent
Romance Writer and Reader. Coffee Addict. White Russian Drinker. Imaginary Ballet Dancer. Wanna-be Poet. Lana Del Ray & Gillian Flynn Worshiper.
My stories are grey-shaded and NC-17. I write what I love to read. And what I love to read is always twisted and angsty and emotional. My characters desperately need therapy. They tend to kiss a lot too, among other naughty things.
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