UnPaused, the
sequel to H.Q. Frost’s Life on Pause, will leave you wanting more.
Synopsis:
Her memory
may be gone but her past isn’t.
Ash and Cammy
have been through hell and now they’re back but on separate roads.
It takes Ash
hitting rock bottom before he’s determined to fight to get their love back
where it belongs.
For Cammy,
new friends replace forgotten ones and MMA fighting steals her heart that Ash
is determined to possess a piece of again.
Ash has the
plan to get her back, but he didn’t plan for her forgotten past to catch up
with his planned future.
Snippet:
Rapid clicking from the barrel of my .45 caliber echoes in my
head. The tremble in my hands is shuttering through my entire body. Sweat rolls
from my forehead into my eye and I reach up, not able to remember when I buzzed
my hair last. The soft bristle over my palm answers the question I should have
known. I never let my hair get long because this desert heat has potential to
kill you. Shaving my head only offers a small amount of relief, but it's
something.
The sweat and shaking probably makes me look nervous, but I'm
not. The only outcome of this standoff results in me winning. The heat probably
has me dehydrated, which explains the shaking, but there's no time for water. I
have to say my apologies and hope firing this bullet won't be taken personal.
It's nothing against them. But this is a war.
"Put the gun down, Ash," Danny's nervous voice
unexpectedly comes from my left and makes me flinch. "Stop! Stop. Just put
it down."
Shaking my head no, I squeeze my eyes closed and release the
building moisture that I don't want to admit to being tears. I lift my left
hand until it's aligned with my sight and stare at the picture of Cammy.
I can't talk right now, but I can speak my peace in my head and
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I couldn't protect you from. I'm sorry I
didn't tell you until it was too late that I loved you. I'm sorry I left you
for the army. I'm sorry I love you as much as I do because being without you
makes me feel like I don't know who I am. And I can't do this without you.
The clicking of the barrel off my teeth has seemed to stop. The
rolling sweat from my hairline has dried. But the tears, they remain and are
leaking with the will to hold on.
"Ash, she wouldn't want you to do this, man. Put the
fucking gun down!"
Looking from the blinding sun I take a moment before flashing my
sight to the apology letter for my dad that's sitting on a rock and I hope it
makes it home. Then I look back to the picture in hand for one last look at
Cammy. The second my eyelids shut off the world in front of me I'm shoved off
my knees and as I fall sideways the gun rips out of my mouth and fires.
"Ow!" Danny howls and my sight lands on him before I
react.
He's holding his jaw and ear so I abandon my thoughts of suicide
and rush to help my friend.
"You asshole!" he screams at me before colliding his
fist with my nose.
Stumbling back and rapidly blinking, the vision of the desert is
fading away and I realize I'm in our bathroom of the beach house. I'm not
deployed. I'm in Florida and suffering day ninety-four of Cammy leaving me and
disappearing.
Author
Bio:
H.Q. Frost is a dictator of romance but not
limited to. She spends her free time eating pizza or napping and loves every
minute of it. One of the biggest accomplishments in her life has been
co-authoring book babies with the ever talented M. Dauphin and she couldn't ask
for a better partner in crime. She's sometimes obscene, cusses more than is okay, and really
likes the color purple. Find her on all social media platforms, but don't
expect her to know how to tweet.
Links
Solo
Works
Works
with M. Dauphin
Twitter: @HQ_Frost
Instagram: h.q._frost
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