Title:
Insurmountable
Author: TE
White
Insurmountable
Book Blurb
This isn’t
some happy love story. If you want that, try something else. No, I own this
nightmare and would have never guessed it could have happened to me.
My life is
painstakingly puzzled out. And if I have to admit it, I fall for Red the first
time I see her. In fact, she is the first of many things for me and maybe my
last. She is the reflection of my happiness and the beginning to my end. She is
the stain that covers my heart in the color of her blood-red
hair.
Thoughts
of her consume me and continue to bombard my mind like ricochet gunfire. So
what can possibly go wrong, you wonder? A humorous chuckle
escapes me, in case you didn’t hear it. Yeah, I can tell you, but you
will judge me unfairly. This you need to hear from the beginning, so you know
all the facts and feel what I felt. Maybe even sympathize and not give me your
scorn. Then maybe you can possibly… possibly comprehend the enormity of my
crossroads.
You have to
know I never planned or meant for any of this. It isn’t my fault. It’s someone
else’s sins that have efficiently destroyed
my life in one fell swoop. My
name?
My name is
Tade Astor and happiness for me is
insurmountable.
*Warning –
this book contains explicit sexual situations and may not be suited for
everyone.
T.E. White
resides in New Jersey and is avid reader who spends stolen moments in time
writing stories that will possible shock you, but hopefully in a good way.
Writing isn’t a new dream and something T.E. White has been compelled to do.
The ultimate goal is to entertain you and create provocative thoughts in your
head. The fantasy is to create stories you love. Hopefully all will be
achieved. When not writing, T.E. White can be found daydreaming about new stories,
watching fantastic TV shows/movies, or spending time with family.
If you would
like to connect, please use these links
below.
Website
http://www.tewhite.net
Twitter:
@TEWhiteAuthor
Excerpt
#1
Gavin asked,
“Who’s the redhead you’ve been staring at all
night?
My eyes
shifted from the captivating creature back to my best mate who sported a smirk
having caught me watching her. She was stunning with hair almost the same color
as her strawberry colored lips, which contrasting sharply with her porcelain
skin. Stupefied with lust, I was mesmerized by her barely revealed yet Venus
Flytrap cleavage, intoxicating to look at but deadly to the
heart.
“I don’t
know her,” I said simply.
In
the nearly four years I’d spent at St. Mary’s College of Maryland, a small
private honors college on a stretch of remote eastern shore, I’d never seen her
before. And I didn’t get the vibe she was local. According to Gavin, some high
schools were larger in student population than our school. So it was odd our
paths hadn’t crossed and I knew I would remember a face like
hers.
“Why don’t
you go talk to her before she thinks you’re some creepy stalker or you can take
on Cruella for the night?” He laughed to himself at his joke about the girl who
just passed us.
I tipped the
beer I’d been nursing all night to my lips and took a long swallow. “Mind your
business Gav.”
He
chuckled. “No way some chick has you caught all up and you haven’t even said
one word to her. This is priceless. In three and a half years, no one had you
this wound up.”
I might have
been coiled tight because my pants were uncomfortably tight. Any more pressure
and I might just jizz. It had been too long since I’d gotten laid and I didn’t
have difficulty getting any. That wasn’t the problem at all. I was just
particular and choosy. It was important to maintain a low profile, as a
Senator’s son. Tonight, the redhead in question was the reason I was all worked
up. The trouble was she didn’t appear the type for a one night shag. And that
was all I had to offer. Yet, I found myself walking in her
direction.
Excerpt
#2
A
riptide of emotions clamped down on my throat rendering me unable to speak. I
wanted to reach for Reagan’s hand before I let my own fall away. Stunned, I’d
been unable to do anything but stare at the mouths that had continued to speak.
However, the ringing in my ear prevented me from hearing a coherent
word.
A single
ember burned a chasm down my cheek. The blazing hot tear was as unfamiliar as
it was appropriate given the situation. My world had burned to ash with the
things said and not said in that
room.
I felt like
a foreigner while the walls moved in on me like a house of card ready to fall.
Claustrophobia had set in and finally I faced the woman behind
me.
“Don’t,” I
said, watching Reagan’s horror. She gazed at me like I was a monster. The
stranger reflected in her eyes wasn’t me. “Please.” It was almost pathetic how
I pleaded. How the mighty had fallen. I felt their pity and scorned them for
it.
One woman
had made me weak and I hated it and didn’t care all at the same time. She was
it for me. If somehow they succeeded in poisoning her with their blasphemy, I
would live my life a lonely and broken man. No way could I survive without
her.
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