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Published by Forever Yours on May 10th 2016
Genres: Abuse, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
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Hadley saved my life…and I ruined hers
Hadley's my best friend. We share a house, our friends, a life. She knows all my secrets…except one. My desperate need for her is inked on my body, it's the best I can do. But Hadley needs to hear the words…
Growing up as foster kids, Hadley made me feel whole—sane. And what did I do? I destroyed our chance to be together. I ran out on Hadley when I should have stayed, and something broke between us. Now I'll do anything to fix it.
I'll never leave her again. I won't ever let her feel afraid again. But the more I try to protect her from my pain, the more I just make things worse. I'm terrified that if I tell her everything, she'll never forgive me. I'm even more terrified that it may be too late to make her mine. I have to try to give her what she needs…it's a debt I'm determined to repay.
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Hours later, just after 8:00 a.m., I was still awake when the woman next to me stretched and reached for her phone on my nightstand. Propped up against my headboard, I watched the silhouette of a leggy blonde dressing at the foot of my bed. She shoved her tits into a push-up bra and wiggled her way into a tight black dress.
“It was fun,” she said. “See you around, MacKay.”
She tiptoed away with her shoes in her hand and closed the door behind her. I knew I shouldn’t have brought Kate home, but at the time I didn’t have the clarity of mind to do otherwise. Women had always been transient in my life. This one was no different.
I pried myself from the covers, then crossed the room and stood at the floor-length mirror beside my dresser to inspect the new ink peeking around the right side of my rib cage. The skin there was still tender and swollen, a result of six hours under the needles to continue the design that decorated my back. Bear was an artist with an implement of pain.
My eyes fell to the framed photo lying facedown on my dresser: a younger me in a tux, standing onstage with my adoptive parents beside a piano before my first sold-out concert. It was one of the happiest days of my life, and I couldn’t bear to look at it.
I was skinnier then, and lanky. Hadn’t yet grown into my body. Next to my pale, freckled parents, I stood out like one of those exotic adopted children of yuppie celebrity parents. Dark skin. Black hair. Green eyes. People told me I was “interesting” to look at, to gawk at. So little by little I covered all the pretty bare flesh in tattoos.
The first piece I ever had done was of a raven with its wings spread wide across my chest. The tips of each broken wing nailed down. I was seventeen then. After my first sitting, I came to understand why people said tattoos were addictive. I suppose I became a glutton for pain, because when Bear’s wife offered to put a hole in my lip, I let her stick a needle through my face. For shits and giggles. At twenty-one, I had two full sleeves. My dad only asked that I keep the modifications within reason. I was a bit fuzzy on that definition.
From the top dresser drawer, I grabbed a tube of antibacterial ointment and applied two fingers’ worth to the new tattoo. My stomach growled. It was empty and angry from last night. So I sifted through the field of laundry-pile bunkers scattered around my bedroom until I found a black shirt and dark jeans on the passable side of clean.
When I hit the landing at the bottom of the stairs, I felt a pair of knowing brown eyes watching me from the living room. Nothing good ever came from the morning-after ritual. Even so, I couldn’t help but glance at my roommate curled up on the leather couch with her laptop open and earbuds hidden under her long dark hair. She held seven fingers over her head. Hadley averted her gaze back to the computer screen rather than look for my reaction. Like she didn’t give a fuck.
“Don’t you have anything better to do than wait for the walk of shame?”
“Don’t you have an appointment to get your dick swabbed for STDs?”
And so everything was par for the course on a Sunday morning. I held out my middle finger as I turned toward the kitchen. That was fun. Let’s do it again next week, shall we? I had yet to decipher her scoring system. Asking for clarification would only validate her participation in my sex life.
Neither of us enjoyed living together. My parents’ house in the middle of nowhere was too big for two people and not big enough for the both of us. Since my dad left to take a job in New York during our freshman year of college, every day was a special kind of torture. But Hadley needed me. And as much as I couldn’t stand being near her, I wouldn’t abandon her again.
book review: 4 “Punky + Punkyf*cker” stars!!
Well, I always have been a total sucker for male POVs. They have that extra “something” which make them extremely interesting and unique for a female. And it’s the only way I have to get into a guy’s head; even if he’s fictional :p
“You totally libido her.”
The Debt is a full male-POV standalone book which tells the story of Josh and Hadley, two since-they-were-five-years-old BFFs, who live together but they are miles away apart from each other. Both they lived a very traumatic and terrible childhood which left a permanent scar on and in them. Although, always they got to overcome any difficulty and disaster that was thrown in their way while leaning on and having each other by their side. Everything seemed possible when they had that. Until that fateful moment when Josh run away from Hadley and left her – and him – broken.
And it may this story is designed on the “BFFs-turned-into-lovers” axis, although that’s the only thing that follows of that theme. It’s completely different from any other “similar” books. This one has a very dark side and the characters are going through multiple and difficult problems that they have to go through so they can keep going. There were many times where my heart strings were tagged – quite hard I might say. Besides that, I was completely and utterly surrendered to this couple’s love story because its special note and intensity was something exciting and really really intriguing to read.
Hadley was it for me. She always has been.
Josh and Hadley simply give all they have here. The chemistry that pours between them is so think I can taste it. It was really kind of heartbreaking to read the period they were just friends who lived together and not two persons who are crazy for each other. But, even after they finally became a couple, the heartbreaking element denied to go away. Both through these periods, I was seriously considering that I had entered an emotionally overdose field and my heart might give out at any moment. And I didn’t care much!
I more than loved Tyler King’s writing. It took me to places that I have gone counted-on-the-one-hand’s-fingers times and which I adore to go because I get to experience emotions, situations, stories etc which will be cherished and etched on my mind forever. Thank you so much Tyler for giving me more to add in this collection.
This Debt is a story which overflows with raw emotions, powerful love, amazing characters and a plot that blew me far far away! The recommendation goes without doubt!
P.S.: The following quote is from a very adorable and awesome scene which I L O V E D!!!! So, here you go:
“Is Hadley your girlfriend?”
“No. She’s my… We live together.”
“But you like her.”
I narrowed my eyes at the kid. “We’re friends.”
“So she’s your girl… friend.” He gave me goofy smile.
“What about you?”
“I’ll let her be my girlfriends.”