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Title: Overcome
Author: A.K. Evans
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 12th
About Overcome:
It only took a matter of moments for Lexi Townsend's life to change. Her power was taken, her trust lost. Her bubbly personality was smothered by the depressing weight of shame and guilt. Four years later, Lexi yearns to get back to the former version of herself. A stronger version. One who is no longer afraid to share her story, her body, and her trust. When Private Investigator Cruz Cunningham comes into her life, he proves he’s a man that’s deserving of her trust. When multiple women in Windsor go missing, it launches Cruz and the Cunningham Security team into action. As Cruz digs deeper into the investigation, he’s torn between finding the missing women and protecting the woman he loves. Putting her faith in Cruz, Lexi never imagines that this case could destroy everything she’s worked so hard to overcome. WARNING: This novel contains references to rape and sexual assault and may trigger discomfort in some readers.Pre-Order Your Copy Today:
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Excerpt:
WARNING: This excerpt contains references to
rape and sexual assault and may trigger discomfort in some readers.
This
had to be a mistake.
Everything
I had learned told me that this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. It was supposed to look different. Sound different.
I
had it wrong. If I ever told anyone,
they’d tell me I was mistaken. But something was gnawing away at me inside
telling me this wasn’t right. It didn’t
feel good and it wasn’t what I wanted.
But
where was the struggle? The blood? The bruises?
The cries for help?
This
is supposed to happen in an alley behind a dumpster. I’m supposed to be kicking and screaming and
fighting.
But I’m not.
This
doesn’t happen in a dorm room. This
doesn’t happen in a bed. This doesn’t
happen with the guy you like.
But it is.
This
must be a misunderstanding.
I
wore a short skirt. I went on a few
dates with him. I agreed to come back to
his dorm room tonight. I cuddled up next
to him. I leaned in to kiss him. I even enjoyed kissing him.
And
in a matter of minutes, it all changed.
When
the soft caresses and tender kisses turned into rough and forceful restraint,
the butterflies I felt in my belly disappeared and were replaced by paralyzing
fear.
When
he rolled me to my back and pinned me to the bed, I froze. I didn’t fight. I didn’t scream. I didn’t try to get away. I only said no and asked him to stop.
The
weight of his body hovered over mine.
I said no.
I
sank deeper and deeper into the sheets.
But I liked him.
He
gripped my wrists above my head.
I said no.
He
forced my skirt up around my hips.
Maybe I had been asking for it
dressed like this.
He
pushed my panties to the side.
I said no.
He
smiled through my growing opposition.
But I had flirted with him.
Then
he raped me.
And I only said no.
I
withdrew. I went somewhere else. Physically, I was still there, but my mind
took me to a different place. Finals
were coming up next week and I had a paper due in two days. I needed to get back to my dorm so I could
finish proofreading that paper. I was
always a good student and I focused on that as I lay there silenced and still
in the bed of his dorm room.
Suddenly,
my mind was back in the room with my body and he was still on top of me.
I
wanted to scream. It was there, at the
back of my throat, but it wouldn’t come out.
The fear seeped into every part of me, but most especially, it silenced
my voice. If I screamed, this might end
up looking like an actual sexual assault.
It
could be violent and bloody.
It
could be worse.
My
breath was caught in my throat. Perhaps
it got stuck there simply to protect me.
But
what about what my parents had told me?
Always
stand up for yourself.
Before
my parents dropped me off at college, my father gave me a lecture. “Don’t go out alone at night. Make sure someone you trust always knows
where you are and who you’re with. Stay
safe. And if someone ever tries to hurt
you, you fight back.”
I
didn’t heed his advice. I didn’t fight
back.
I
didn’t know for sure, but guessed that it couldn’t have been more than twenty
minutes later when my attacker finished.
He rolled off me and fixed his clothes.
Feeling
ashamed and embarrassed, I quickly got up off the bed without making eye
contact and pulled my skirt back down.
It
was over.
I
needed to get out, so I moved toward the door.
But
his voice stopped me as I wrapped my hand around the doorknob.
“Don’t
act like that isn’t exactly what you wanted tonight.”
That’s
when I knew.
Maybe
I didn’t run. Maybe I didn’t fight. But just because I didn’t fight, didn’t mean
that I gave my consent.
And
just because I liked him doesn’t mean it wasn’t rape.
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